Waiting with almost non-existent hope, he still received a skeleton on the morning of the third day.
It was inappropriate to say it was just one. The bones of a seven-month-old baby had already begun to develop. He didn't know what those piles of small white bones were. It was those bones that made it impossible for him to take any chances.
One corpse and two lives, it’s terrible to see.
The man named Zhou went completely crazy almost the moment he saw the corpse.
He rushed to Zhao Lingyan's home, pushed open the door, and saw the packed package and the little girl squatting on the ground to install wheels on the board.
"Zhou...Uncle Zhou." Zhao Lingyan looked at the somewhat crazy middle-aged man and said.
The middle-aged man overturned Zhao Lingyan's trolley in one fell swoop, and the wooden board broke on the ground. He looked crazy, "You want to leave?"
"Uncle Zhou, I, I, I won't stay here anymore. Since everyone doesn't like it, we..." Zhao Lingyan mustered up the courage and said.
"She is dead, and so are the children! Didn't you say that Zhao Qi wouldn't kill them?" the middle-aged man suddenly yelled.
"Ah, no, it's not Zhao Qi. I'm sorry, my condolences, Zhou..." Zhao Lingyan tried to explain in a panic, but was suddenly choked by the middle-aged man.
At this moment, the people who came looking for the news also walked into the thatched house. Next to the village chief stood a man in white clothes. His expression was cold and he was out of tune with the people around him.
"Help, save me." Zhao Lingyan looked at Fang Tong, the village chief, standing outside, struggling desperately.
"You must die, you all die!" The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and he was crying while squeezing Zhao Lingyan tightly.
The fear of death was so clear that she couldn't breathe. Her neck seemed to be cut off by an iron vice, and her whole chest was twitching. The little girl tried her best to grab the middle-aged man's broad palm with her hands, but the hand didn't move at all.
Her mouth was open and she made a low hissing sound, feeling extremely painful.
"There is indeed a ghost, and the source is here." The man in white suddenly said.
Zhao Lingyan's eyes were almost pinched out and his eyes widened even more. How could this be possible?
Was it really his brother who killed them? It was Aqi who killed so many people, and it was Aqi who killed the innocent aunt and the unborn baby?
It hurts so much, I can't tell whether it's my heart or my neck.
Zhao Lingyan's wide-open eyes were filled with blood-red tears.
She looked at Uncle Zhou who was going crazy, looking at this one of the few people who had treated her gently, and she fell into complete despair physically and mentally.
crazy.
My younger brother is crazy, Uncle Zhou is also crazy, this village is crazy, the king of the fairy country is crazy, and the whole Beizhou is in chaos.
She was just a mortal who was involved in this madness. She was so weak, so weak that she couldn't even decide her own life or death, and could only be buried with the disaster.
Why?
The village chief and the man in white were discussing something. Some people backed away in fear, and some looked into the inner room in disgust, but no one came to save her.
If my death brings an end to everything, then I'm sorry, Dad.
Although this was not something she could decide originally.
Zhao Lingyan's hand holding the huge palm slowly lowered, his violently shaking chest calmed down, and he breathed quietly.
The middle-aged man was still squeezing her neck, and he didn't stop until she died. It was unknown how long it had passed before he suddenly met Zhao Lingyan's lifeless eyes.
The little girl's smart and careful eyes had lost all their sparkle, and her deathly gray black eyes seemed to be looking at herself, but they seemed to be filled only with sadness.
The middle-aged man screamed strangely, as if waking up from a dream, but fell into a more painful nightmare.
He strangled the child to death.
Are you crazy?
"Hey, put her down, what are you doing with the body?" Someone next to him pushed him and reminded him.
The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like an evil ghost, but his eyes were full of terror when he looked at the person next to him.
They just watched him kill Zhao Lingyan, and even asked him to put down the body with such an indifferent attitude?
His eyes swept over the village chief who was talking to himself, Fang Tong who looked disgusted, and the villagers who looked indifferent.
This village used to have a name, Lucky.
Because the people in this village are very friendly and have good luck, hunting and farming are easy, and even if they encounter difficulties, they can always avoid danger, so the people are simple and hospitable.
When did it become like this, or is human nature just like this under the peaceful surface?
The middle-aged man felt like he had a terrible headache. The sky in Beizhou was getting darker and darker, and it seemed that something bad was about to happen.
On this day, it will be eighteen years before the evil spirits in Beizhou become rampant.
He looked at the gray sky and suddenly laughed. The laughter was weird and shrill, and finally made people who were making up their own minds look at him.
The middle-aged man seemed unaware, dropped Zhao Lingyan's body and ran out like crazy, shouting as he ran, "It's over, you're all done, hahaha."
He is really crazy.
The village chief glanced at him and ignored him, but asked: "Taoist priest, what should we do now?"
It turned out that the man in white was really a Taoist priest, but he had no feeling at all about Zhao Lingyan's death, and there was no wave in his cold eyes.
"The source of the ghost is here. It kills people so slowly, so it's not too strong. If I stick a few talismans around this house, it will be destroyed naturally. Don't leave corpses or people in the house, as they will affect my talismans."
"Okay, okay, okay, thank you, Taoist Master."
After the village chief thanked the man in white, he said to the others: "You heard it, the Taoist Master is an old acquaintance of mine. I've invited a ghost hunter to take out the body quickly."
Several people around looked at each other. A young man took the lead in dragging Zhao Lingyan's body and walked outside. The other two looked at the woman on the bed, somewhat unsure of what to do.
Fang Tong glared at them, "Move out first!"
The two men then lifted up the unconscious woman with some disgust and walked out of the house.
The Taoist priest was the only one left in the room.
Outside the house, the two villagers carrying the woman looked impatient and asked, "Where can I put this?"
"It depends. If you are willing to serve me, I can let you live in your own home." The village chief sneered.
The two men glanced at the village chief, then at Fang Tong, who had been entrusted by Zhao Ling to take care of his family, but now looked indifferent. They looked at each other and walked towards the young man dragging Zhao Lingyan's body.
"Wait for us."
In the back mountain, several people dug a pit and threw Zhao Lingyan's body into it first, followed by the sleeping woman.
"Just leave it here?"
"Otherwise? She has been sleeping for so long, what is the difference between her and death?"
"Yes, is it possible that you take it home and give it medicine every day?"
The man glanced at the sleeping woman and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He simply stopped looking and picked up the shovel and started filling the soil.
…
Not everyone who is in a coma is completely unconscious, such as Zhao Ling's wife.
She was also a practitioner back then, and she became like this after someone plotted against her on the road. She just couldn't wake up, but she could hear voices and knew everything that was happening in the outside world.
She knew that her husband had left to find medicine, that her son was dead, and that her daughter was strangled to death next to her.
A person would suffocate to death soon after being buried alive, but before she died, her resentment had already seeped into the land like flowing blood. This chapter has been completed!