In the middle of July, as long as the sun goes down, no matter what you are doing at that time, you must quickly put down what you are doing and go back inside to close the doors and windows.
In the past, the children in Osmanthus Village did not understand why they did this.
Until night time.
They hid in the bed, shivering, listening to the resentful songs coming from outside, and listening to the painful screams of someone who was screaming for help.
It wasn't until their parents specially took them to the ancestral hall to see the tragic situation of the villagers who were killed by evil spirits.
This is something that every child in Osmanthus Village needs to know since childhood.
At night, there will be murderous ghosts outside.
And that is the enemy that the village must destroy sooner or later.
At dusk.
Several people suddenly broke into Miss Wang's yard.
"We heard that the person named Zhu is here, hand her over quickly!" a man shouted angrily.
"This is the Wang family's place."
The Wang family servant guarding the door frowned and stared straight at the few people at the door. The cold and fierce look on his face was no weaker than theirs.
In an instant, the man who shouted became less powerful.
He slowed down and said, "You three princes of the Wang family have already agreed to this matter. We plan to arrest Zhu and Wang Tiezhu and use them to threaten the witch."
Hearing this, the expressions of the two Wang family servants also eased slightly, and they moved out of the way.
After all, what they were protecting just now was not that female literary youth, but the majesty and appearance of the Wang family.
"My cousin should rest inside, please wait a moment."
When they reached the door of the main house, the Wang family's servants stopped several people again.
Then he went up and knocked on the door and asked: "Ms. Cousin, someone is looking for Zhu Wenqing outside. Please let her come out."
I waited for a long time before I finished speaking.
No one in the room responded.
The Wang family's servants patiently continued to knock on the door and ask, until after two or three repetitions, the villagers who came to look for him became a little impatient.
"Can you hurry up? It's getting dark soon."
"Wait a minute, did he run away?"
"Your royal family is actually shielding that woman!"
"What's going on, you guys!"
"Don't make any noise! I'll go in and ask first."
The servant of the Wang family was also a little irritable. After scolding everyone, he raised his hand to push the door open, but the door did not move at all.
It's locked inside!
Now, even the two Wang family servants felt something was wrong.
Miss Cousin said before that she would call them if something happened, so why did she have to bolt the door from the inside?
The two looked at each other and then nodded.
Bang!
The fragile wooden door was directly knocked open from both sides by them, revealing the small room at a glance. There was no one inside!
People outside also hurriedly squeezed in to check, and then they were all stunned, followed by panic and anger.
"He really ran away!"
"Your royal family actually..."
"Stop talking nonsense! They definitely can't get out of the village, so hurry up and look for them elsewhere!"
"Two of you go to the east, three of you go over there, and the rest of you go to the village road and have a look, don't let anyone pass by!"
The two Wang family servants immediately interrupted those people's complaints and began to direct them very skillfully.
Although the others were resentful, they were stunned by the sudden arrangement. After reacting, they could only glare at the two of them angrily, and then hurried to find someone.
They must finish before dark.
The bride doesn't only come out in the middle of the night.
…
On the other side, in the Wang family's ancestral hall.
The female literary youth who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the ancestral hall suddenly paused, then looked in a certain direction in confusion, and then looked at the person next to her to ask.
"Did there be an explosion over there?"
"Others must have done it, just in time to attract people to the movement over there." Miss Biao said.
"It seems a little noisy outside."
"Let's hurry up."
"..."
The female literary youth did not speak. She listened suspiciously and vaguely seemed to hear her own name from the shouts.
Are people outside looking for her?
And it looks like more than one person.
She had long felt that the attitude of the villagers in Osmanthus Village towards her was very strange. They seemed to be respectful but also evasive. On the surface they were quite amiable, but in fact they always secretly gave her that gloomy and terrifying look.
That's not a look towards outsiders, that's a look towards enemies.
She didn't understand it before, but after she just discovered that she might have a relationship with the bride, the female literary youth finally understood something.
It's just a transfer of hatred.
"This thing..."
At this moment, Miss Cousin, who was also looking through the files, suddenly found something and let out a cry of surprise.
The female literary youth immediately went over to watch: "What is it?"
Miss Biao opened the booklet and said, "Just take a look."
This volume was wrapped in cinnabar talisman paper and sealed in a separate box. It looked like it was a special object.
Miss Biao read the text recorded above at a glance, and then she understood. Seeing the female literary youth next to her looking at it, she directly handed the booklet over.
After reading this, the female literary youth raised her eyebrows: "Zhu Chunxiao is actually the daughter-in-law of your Wang family who is listed in the genealogy? But the couple died a little early... huh? That's not right!"
The book records the information of a certain generation of the Wang family's direct young master and his wife, including birth date and death date.
However, half a month after the young master of the Wang family died of illness, his wife also died.
Why does this time of death feel a bit strange?
The cousin looked at her with a strange expression: "Have you not turned around yet? Or does this kind of thing never happen in your old customs?"
The female literary youth looked confused: "What's the matter?"
Miss Biao asked: "Why does the bride want to take revenge on the Wang family like this?"
Female literary youth: "It's probably hatred?"
Miss Cousin: "Then why does she hate the Wang family?"
Female literary youth: "This reason is too general."
Miss Biao sighed: "Okay, let's change the question, why is she called the bride, and why does she turn into a ghost in her wedding dress?"
The female literary youth thought: "Maybe he died on his wedding day?"
At this point, the female literary youth was stunned.
Because the time of death of the two people did not match up at all.
She suddenly realized: "I know! The young master of the Wang family died early, but he had not married a wife yet, so his parents wanted to give him a blind date, and then they fell in love with Zhu Chunxiao, but Zhu Chunxiao was not willing to marry a dead man at all.
?!"
After finishing speaking, the female literary youth looked at the cousin in front of her in shock: "You actually still have such a custom?!"
The cousin looked helpless.
The female Wenqing clicked her tongue and said, "No wonder the bride has so much resentment. She will crazily take revenge on the Wang family even after her death. I would take revenge too. Even you descendants are somewhat innocent, but I still have to take revenge, otherwise I won't be happy."
Miss Biao twitched her lips: "The sins caused by the predecessors will be borne by the descendants."
The female literary youth put down the booklet and looked at the other files on the cabinet: "But these are not enough. Is there any other information?"
Miss Biao wondered: "Isn't it enough? This is pretty much the cause and effect of the bride's appearance, right?"
The female literary youth shook her head: "Not enough!"
Either the truth is not that, or there must be other things that have not been revealed.
That is what really makes the bride so angry.
at this time.
There was a slight movement outside the ancestral hall.
The female literary youth immediately became alert and leaned against the wall at the door. She whispered: "Someone is coming this way!"
The cousin squinted and looked at the wall.
Then he said: "It's the old village chief."
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The case has been solved! The case has been solved!
The case was solved by a friend from QYue. The idiom is "just follow the same example"!
