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Lin Mao's thought was clearly revealed.

Lin Jixuan said: "Don't worry about him, he is willing to cooperate with the investigation of the Tianshi Bureau to prove that we are still useful. Now that nothing happened in the village, he will not do anything to us, so be careful."

He Dongyuan nodded and asked, "How is it with you?"

"I'm going to look through the village chronicles," Lin Jixuan said.

"We have to look through it secretly," He Dongyuan said after deliberation. "There is a high probability that we won't get it from Lin Mao, and once he finds out that we have the intention to check the village annals, he will definitely get in the way and do something."

"Secondary." Lin Jixuan and He Dongyuan looked at each other, and they smiled knowingly.

He Dongyuan lowered his voice and asked, "I'm going?"

"No need," Lin Jixuan said, "I have the ability to carry five ghosts."

Thinking of the time in the villa, He Dongyuan understood, and blinked at Lin Jixuan: "My baby is really omnipotent."

Generally speaking, the village chronicles of a village are either stored in the village head’s home or in the village’s ancestral hall. Lin Jixuan searched briefly in the Witch Empress Temple today, but if he couldn’t find it, it was most likely in the village head’s home.

At night, when everything was silent, after the villagers were sound asleep, Lin Jixuan read in a low voice: "Order the five ghosts to come quickly, as urgently as a law."

The spell fell, and five miniature humanoid ghosts landed in front of Lin Jixuan. Lin Jixuan said, "Find the village chronicle of this village and bring it to me."

The little ghost took the lead, his body turned into a transparent state, and passed through the wall. About an hour later, there was a simple old book on the table out of thin air.

The book was not thick, and had a musty smell of old things. Lin Jixuan took it over and flipped through it. The handwriting could be traced back to Xiaozhuan at the earliest, and then evolved one by one to the nearest simplified characters.

Lin Jixuan patiently flipped through the pages——

What was recorded at the top of the village chronicle was actually the Lin family's family rules, which Lin Jixuan did not expect.

There are not many words in the family rules, only a few short lines, and Lin Jixuan let out a light "tsk" in bewilderment when the one listed first.

First, the descendants of the Lin family are not allowed to combine with the villagers to give birth to offspring.

Lin Jixuan: "Weird."

Second, the descendants of the Lin family are not allowed to leave Luofeng Village, regardless of any reason, to inherit the duties of the village head of Luofeng Village from generation to generation.

Third, the descendants of the Lin family must serve the witch maiden from generation to generation, and guide the villagers to respect and serve the witch maiden without any disobedience.

Fourth, blood inheritance is the most important thing, and future generations cannot be broken.But never violate the first rule.Otherwise, the house will be restless, and future generations will be condemned by God!

After looking through the Lin family's family rules, I came to the specific village chronicles of Luofeng Village.

On x month x, xx, the village was built. There were 57 people in the village, including 35 men, 22 women, six children, and eight elderly people.

When he saw the first article, Lin Jixuan was startled, and turned around to ask He Dongyuan: "How many people do you think there are in the village now?"

"Twenty or thirty, what?" He Dongyuan said, recalling the households he visited on the first day.

"From ancient times to the present, so much less?" Lin Jixuan asked in wonder, "And have you noticed that when we go out, we rarely meet villagers, and even if we do, few people talk to us."

He Dongyuan nodded and said, "The number of people is indeed strange."

Lin Jixuan pressed the question and continued to look down.

On x month x, xx, the village was expanded, with a land enclosure of 79 mu, with a total of 51 villagers, including 18 men, 23 women, [-] children, and one old man who died.

The next few items are about changes in the number of villagers and the area occupied, which are basically trivial matters.

The village is small and there are few people, so it is not surprising that there are no major events.

But for hundreds of years, there have been such trivial things. The whole Luofeng Village is like an independent Taoyuan Township, without wars, famines, and epidemic diseases. Thanks to the care of the years for thousands of years, it has been stable in the world.

The strange thing is that the records of the number of people in some years and months are missing, and it looks like they have been erased by someone. The numbers that were deliberately hidden have become even more unreliable with the passage of time.

But putting aside this part of the written records, the number of people in the village is obviously decreasing.

Such years are rare, and Lin Jixuan purposely recorded the number of occurrences when he saw the same situation, and it has not exceeded ten times so far.

Until one day more than 100 years ago, the only change happened.

"On x month x day of xx, on a night of ghosts, 11 people died..." Lin Jixuan pondered over this sentence over and over again, and roughly calculated the day of the month of that year, and was startled, "It's the Hungry Ghost Festival!"

"The Yin soldier borrowed the way?" He Dongyuan immediately remembered what Lin Mao said, "Didn't he say that grandpa's grandpa had seen the Yin soldier borrowed the way once? Did he mean that time? Maybe the villagers ran into the Yin soldier by chance , but was killed by a passing ghost.”

"There is also a problem with the date recorded in this record." Lin Jixuan compared and said, "It was added later, and it was sandwiched between the two dates. The person who recorded the village chronicle originally did not want to put this in. Or did someone fill it in later?"

He Dongyuan pondered for a while, and said, "Looking at the different handwriting, it should be written by two people."

"Interesting." Lin Jixuan, excited as if he was about to discover some big secret, continued to search for clues to the truth from this thin village chronicle, each line of which only recorded a few words.

"This one, there was another sharp drop in population 40 years ago, but the reason was not stated."

"It has happened seven times so far," Lin Jixuan wrote down the number, "this is the eighth time."

The most recent record was ten years ago, and it read:

On x month x, xx, there were 25 villagers in total, including 13 males, 12 females, six children, one elderly person, and two outsiders.

Luofeng Village, which migrated here the first time, has a total of 57 villagers. At the peak of the population, there were as many as 170 people. Today, after a thousand years, there are still 25 people left. Where did the reduced population go?Could it be that they were all eaten by accident when they met Yin soldiers to make excuses?

This is not right either.

According to the records of the village chronicles, the event of "population loss" happened by accident and the span was very long.From Lin Mao's own point of view, he has never seen Yin soldiers make excuses in his whole life, and his grandfather's grandfather has only seen it once. It is impossible for such a long time to cause such a big loss to the population of a village.

Moreover, like this kind of village with no natural disasters and man-made disasters and stable development, the population must have grown steadily. Don't expect the ancients to have any concept of family planning. If this village wants to become prosperous from the war, it must require a lot of manpower.

But no.

Luofeng Village is like a closed village, and the number of people has been fluctuating slightly over the years.To be precise, only when the village was first built, the number of people had a not-so-shocking explosion, and then it became less and less...

Why is that?

Lin Jixuan couldn't figure this out, and suddenly thought of the dozens of people waiting to be reincarnated in the tomb, if those people were counted together?

But still not enough.

The gap in the number of people in the middle cannot be completely filled.

Now he can't wait to pull out a computer and record all the people who come and go back and forth in it, so that he can get a rough idea. Suddenly, he feels the old mobile phone vibrate, and it says "Almighty picture recognition, help you count".

Lin Jixuan: "..."

Lin Jixuan took pictures of the entire village chronicle, and this broken mobile phone finally played the role of a "modern tool". He was no longer willing to be the carrier of an APP, and changed himself to list a table with clear entries.

Lin Jixuan carefully looked at the numbers on it, those with unknown years and those with erased numbers were marked with question marks and marked with special colors.

Looking at it this way, those years of sharp population decline are all multiples of ten years from this year, and every year is calculated to be the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Lin Mao buys a girl from outside the village every ten years. What are these girls bought for?Sacrifice out?Killed as a sacrifice like Song Juan?Is it because the year, month, and day of the sharp drop in the population recorded in the village annals was caused by no offering of sacrifices in that year?

The so-called ghost gate is wide open, what kind of wind and waves are the ghost soldiers using to make excuses?

"I've been wondering what these two foreigners refer to," He Dongyuan said suddenly, "If one is Zhang Linmu, who is the other?"

Lin Jixuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Song Juan?"

"That's my guess too," He Dongyuan tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and said, "There are also girls in the village who are about the same age as Song Juan. Why did he kill his daughter-in-law? Because Song Juan is a foreigner, In terms of identity, it is like those girls he bought back."

Lin Jixuan was about to say something when he saw a message from his old cell phone, which was sent to him by Rong Rong. The message was only a short line: "Boss, I found out."

Lin Jixuan resisted the urge to summon Rong Rong on the spot, and when he was thinking about what to do, the phone rang.

Lin Jixuan: "..."

He glanced at He Dongyuan, He Dongyuan seemed to know something but didn't intend to ask, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Go ahead."

Lin Jixuan answered the phone, and a tolerant voice sounded from the other end: "Boss, I have inquired for a day and finally got some clues. The place you are in is called Luofeng Village, right? There is a saying in the village that the witch maiden came from Luanfeng, who was relegated from the Nine Heavens, led a group of refugees who had been tortured by war to build a village in this area. But I actually checked and found that this witch is a ghost girl sent by the king of Hades to guard the gate of hell. She is a female ghost with some cultivation and merit."

Rong Rong spoke with her own accent, and her tone fluctuated like a storyteller: "This female ghost was a princess of a small country before she was alive. Because she believed in Buddhism all her life, she was able to spread the Dharma. After her death, she happened to be buried in a place where Feng Shui was very prosperous. Selected as the extradition person to guard the gate of ghosts, responsible for the extradition of all ghosts. She was indeed the one who built a village here with the refugees, but the ones who escaped back then actually came here..."

He was silent for a moment, lowered his voice and said, "There is only one person."

Lin Jixuan was startled, and stared slightly in disbelief. Because of the shocking news, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his palm: "There is only one person?"

"Yes," Rongrong sighed, "that man's surname is Lin, and he is Lizheng. During the war between Yunnan and Sichuan, the people were in dire straits. He led the villagers to escape, and finally decided to flee into the mountains. On the one hand, the mountains have spirits and form their own formations. When it was difficult to be self-sufficient and dragged along with the old, weak, sick and disabled, dozens of villagers led by the surname Lin died in the mountains. When he was dying , maybe his soul was out of his body, maybe it was because of his good luck, in short, he bumped into the ghost girl by mistake."

Lin Jixuan held his breath, and listened to Rongrong with a solemn expression: "The ghost girl is kind-hearted, she sympathized with his perseverance, and saved him. I found him crazy and stupid again, so I couldn't bear to tell him that all the villagers were dead. The souls of the villagers who died in the mountains and were about to be reincarnated from the ghost gate she guarded were gathered together, so that Lin Zheng thought that the villagers he rescued from the war were actually alive, and thus built Luofeng Village .”

"You mean—" Lin Jixuan was so shocked that his voice was trembling, "Except for Lin's family, the rest are ghosts? Not real people?"

"You can't say that," Rong Rong knew that it was very tangled to explain this matter. When he inquired about it, he had to digest it for a long time before he gradually accepted it, so he patiently explained, "Ghost girls have some cultivation, if they are ghosts, they must not be safe and sound in broad daylight. In life, as long as you are in contact with people, can people always feel it? What's more, they themselves are ghosts, how could they not realize the difference from ordinary people? So, this ghost girl used her cultivation and power to impose on Luofeng Village. I made some formations, and also made some disguises and hints to the ghosts of the villagers."

"What pretense and hint?"

"Use feng shui to cover up the yin energy of the ghosts, making them think that they are ordinary people, with life, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Everything fits their human memory. For people who come to Luofeng Village, look They are also ordinary people. This kind of blindness will start to take effect when you step into Luofeng Village. In order to prevent this kind of blindness from failing, the ghost girl also implanted psychological hints in them, less contact with outsiders, less contact with the outside world, and the village is self-sufficient That's it, no social interaction required."

"What about the reproduction from generation to generation?" Lin Jixuan couldn't imagine that this kind of self-deception and deception could last for thousands of years!Unbelievable!

Rongrong said: "For these ghosts, passing through the gate of hell is not reincarnation, but to forget the memory of the 'previous life' and become a 'new person'. They may form a new family, maybe a family, or even Possibly from husband to son, from daughter to wife."

"Isn't this Chaos Gangchang?!" Lin Jixuan was startled.

"Yes, so it's not without cost. All the payment was paid on the ghost girl. Her cultivation base was gradually consumed, and her soul became exhausted. In the beginning, she was able to attract new ghosts from the ghost gate to create the illusion of prosperity. , but gradually, she was unable to maintain the number of people in Luofeng Village, and she could not even maintain her own soul. At the beginning, she may have been just a well-intentioned deception and concealment, but in the end she paid a painful price for excessive interference in reincarnation and human relations."

Lin Jixuan still had doubts: "If only Lizheng, surnamed Lin, survived back then, how did the current Lin family survive? Is it also an illusion?"

"No, only the Lin surnamed family is born, aged, sick, died and reincarnated normally."

"If he is the only one...how did the offspring come from?"

Rong Rong didn't say a word for a while, and sighed: "You should have guessed it."

"Is it the child of a ghost girl?" Lin Jixuan asked back.

"Yes," Rong Rong replied, "After that child was born, he had a better insight into the mood of his parents and strengthened the Feng Shui bureau of the village, so that he couldn't get rid of the formation here before the ghost girl's soul disappeared. Later, the situation got out of control , Formation and nature become one, it becomes a curse."

"What about sacrificing a girl every ten years?"

"I don't know about that. Only they can know the secrets of the Lin family. If the boss wants to know, he has to start with the Lin family."

"I still find it unbelievable," Lin Jixuan said, "If only the Lin family is a real person, how did their offspring come from? Inbreeding? What if someone stumbled into this place by mistake? Like Zhang Lin Mu and Song Juan were picked up like this?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that his question had actually been answered.

The village is not completely closed, and outsiders can always come in by chance.For these people, this is a Taoyuan township where they escape from the world, where they can tell who is a human and who is a ghost.

Even practitioners like him and He Dongyuan couldn't see the clues in such a subtle blindfold, and thought that the people in the village were just xenophobic.

Once real humans intervene in the village, the descendants of the Lin family will have a chance to be filled. After so many years, they will always spread out and live out a real family.

But didn't these people combine with other villagers to form a family?

No, because the villagers' xenophobic psychological hints make them not accept any outsiders.

What if these outsiders simply want to live here?

If they don't form a family with the people of the Lin family, these people are just passers-by, thinking that they have lived a simple life in a small village that hides from the world. For the village chronicles, it is just the difference between adding one when the population comes and subtracting one after death. .

It all makes sense.

But it was horrible.

Lin Jixuan couldn't believe that there was such a corner of the world, he used blindfolds and psychological hints to form a deceitful deception, and it still existed in the world and passed through so many years safely.

Everyone here has been cut off from the true path of reincarnation. They have lived for so many years in the form of ghosts and with human consciousness, but what they live out is all falsehood.

He thought of the simple conversations of those lonely and wild ghosts in the tomb, and he felt a chill in his heart.

"I don't intend to ask Lin Mao about offering sacrifices to a girl every ten years," Lin Jixuan said with a cold face, "senior, go to the cemetery and bring your magic pestle and wand, and the monk's branch and cassock .”

He Dongyuan: "...such a big fight?"

Lin Jixuan: "Some people have to... No, some ghosts know that there is a law of heaven in this world."

As soon as Lin Jixuan and He Dongyuan went out, Qian Huo followed from behind. Lin Mao, who heard the sound, also got up and followed them to the cemetery.

When the two heard Xiaoxiao's movement behind them, they both pretended not to hear, stepped across the wooden bridge, and came directly to Lin Jianqiu's tomb.

Lin Jixuan put on the ghost mask, held up the umbrella of human skin and bones, and saw the crowd of lonely ghosts again.

He asked immediately, "Why does the Lin family kill a girl every ten years as a sacrifice?"

He showed his palm thunder, and the power of the spell was very intimidating in the dark night.

He Dongyuan pretended to be an eminent monk, clutching a practice bead in one hand and a magic pestle in the other, and said with a smile, "Tell the truth, or I'll have to go to the west to explain to the Buddha."

Lin Jianqiu: "..."

He opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, he suddenly saw a flash of thunder in front of him, and the thunder blasted out of Lin Jixuan's palm, directly blasting his tomb into blossoms.

Lin Jianqiu shuddered all over, wanting to run away, but there was nowhere to run, like a deflated ball, but clenched on the last line of defense, refusing to speak, looking at Lin Jixuan with determination in his eyes.

"I already know the secret of Luofeng Village," Lin Jixuan said, "The ghost girl, the Lin family is alive."

He didn't say much, he only mentioned a few key words and saw Lin Jianqiu's face change.

He struggled for a long time, and his thin layer of soul almost disappeared under the moonlight. Finally, he let out a long breath in the dark night and sighed: "This is the crime of the Lin family. Every ten years, a girl is sacrificed." It is to create an extraditionist at the gate of hell, these are the words left by the witch maiden before her death."

Lin Jianqiu said: "If there is no extradition person, every July and a half of ten years, after the gate of hell is opened, the ghost soldiers will use the way, and all the ghosts will rush out of the gate of hell, and all the lonely and wild ghosts in our village will die under the tear of these ghosts. The soul is scattered, that is the real eternal life! For the sake of the villagers, we have no choice but to sacrifice some girls to preserve the souls of the villagers."

"What will happen to those girls who were sacrificed by you?"

Lin Jianqiu: "They are all outsiders from the village, and they were bought from human traffickers. We will donate their souls in the way that the witch maiden left behind as the extraditionists for our reincarnation, and they will also get A better next life."

"Absurd——" Lin Jixuan laughed angrily, "It's absurd! You have cheated the sky and created an absurd world, and you still live an illusory life in this absurd way! Reincarnation? A better next life I? You are nothing but a group of slaves blinded by illusions! How do you know that this is a blessing and not a drudgery enough to send them to the [-]th floor of hell! You know these ghosts—”

He glanced coldly at the lonely ghosts present, they looked at Lin Jixuan innocently and calmly like unknown ignorant children, Lin Jixuan almost couldn't bear to expose these illusions.

"Calm down," He Dongyuan passed through Lin Jixuan's fingers with his slender fingers, and intertwined with him, comforting him in a low voice, "Be careful that their souls are shaken, it's better not to tell them before you think of a solution. "

"I know," Lin Jixuan gritted his teeth and said these three words. He looked at Lin Jianqiu and said, "You will have retribution."

Lin Jianqiu turned pale in shock. He was vaguely aware of something but was vague. He could only look at Lin Jixuan in shock: "What do you mean? What reincarnation? What drudgery?"

"It seems that you know everything." A voice suddenly came from behind, Lin Jixuan heard the source of the voice, and looked back.

In the darkness, Lin Mao came out with a hunched back. He looked even older than before, and his whole body exuded the breath of rotten wood. He coughed in a low voice and said, "All the sins of this generation are my fault. If there is retribution, let it be on me."

His face full of grooves showed great sorrow, like a person who sincerely confessed his sins before dying, and said in a deep voice: "I killed Song Juan. In the 40 years I have been the village chief, it seems I also killed three girls like Song Juan, and she was the fourth one, in order to fulfill the entrustment of the witch maiden and to protect the lives of the villagers. In the year when I took over as the village chief, I watched the ghosts eat the souls of the villagers with my own eyes, just because I did not sacrifice the extraditionist according to the order of the witch maiden."

He looked up at Lin Jixuan, and shouted: "Kill me—but I beg you to save the innocent villagers, it will be July and a half soon, the ghost gate will definitely open, and there will be a large number of villagers again Killed!"

At the same time, in the darkness, another person quietly approached Lin Jixuan, taking advantage of Lin Mao attracting their attention, and saw that he took out the small knife he was carrying, and was about to stab Lin Jixuan's heart from behind , a strong hand pinched his wrist, and mercilessly removed his wrist. Then, a strong top kick made his knee bend, and he knelt down on the spot.

He Dongyuan grabbed Qian Huo who was about to sneak attack with his backhand, and asked sullenly, "What? You can't wait to feed those ghosts first?"

Lin Ji gave Qian Huo a cool look, then turned to look at the shocked Lin Mao. Up to now, he found that his anger seemed to have reached a peak, no matter what shocking and angry things these people did Things can't stir up a little splash.

He raised the corners of his lips, smiled coldly, and asked sarcastically, "Why are you the real living people?"