After forming a contract with the ancestor of Jianxiu

The wind in the valley passed through the branches and leaves with coolness, and the dew splashed on the face of the person, and there were bursts of chills.

There are many trees around, the moon is hiding behind the clouds, and the valley is so dark that you can hardly see your fingers.

The heavy breathing became very rapid, one after another.

The leaves were trampled on, making a creaking sound, one foot deep, one foot shallow, and in the blink of an eye they became shattered and crushed in the mud.

"Help... help..."

The running middle-aged man was rolling and crawling through the woods. He would usually be able to get out in a while. Now he has been running for almost half an hour, but he still hasn't seen the exit.

The woods are very quiet, only the occasional rustling of the wind.

The middle-aged man was tired from running, his legs were weak, and he couldn't lift his strength at all, but he didn't dare to stop, and he couldn't stop. The thing behind him was like a ghost, following him unhurriedly, as long as he stopped Footsteps can swallow him up in no time.

"Help, who will help me, help..."

He couldn't run, he couldn't bark anymore, his dry throat could barely utter a sound.

Suddenly, a thick branch grew from nowhere under his feet. The middle-aged man didn't notice it for a while, tripped over it, and fell straight down, landing on the dead leaves that had begun to rot.

Musty, damp and that almost nauseating fishy smell hit his nostrils, making his whole head dizzy with choking.

The man wanted to stand up, but his feet were caught by a tree branch, and he couldn't lift up for a while.

He turned around, looked at the dark place, and stepped back with difficulty while propping his hands on the ground.

"Don't come here... go away, go away..."

The middle-aged man was about to cry, but his words were weak, and in the next second, a huge darkness and shadow seemed to emerge from the ground, covering him with a hood.

The man didn't even have time to call out for help, and he fell down in a daze.

The dark clouds cleared, the moon appeared, and under the moonlight, where the man had fallen, there was nothing left.

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"It's not good, something big happened, the man of the old Zhang family is gone."

"What's gone, isn't Lao Zhang's body bone quite strong?"

"You don't know, he hasn't come back since he went out last night. His family members went out to look for him early in the morning, and it turned out... oh, go and see for yourself. Like a vixen sucked dry."

"Let's go, go and have a look."

The peace and tranquility of the small village ended because of a murder case. Whether they were working in the fields or doing housework at home, they all ran to watch after hearing the news.

Aunt Wang, the most well-informed person in the village, stood at the gate of the village and told vividly about the strange death of old man Zhang.

When talking about unbelievable places, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that he would offend something, and even his expression was full of horror as if he had experienced it himself.

Chu Wei just picked two cucumbers from the field and used them as a side dish for breakfast.

He put the cucumbers in the kitchen, rinsed his hands with water, wiped them off in a slow manner, then turned to pick up a knife and started peeling.

The knife in his hand was a kitchen knife, and it was not easy to peel, and it was not suitable for peeling long and thin vegetables like cucumbers.

But this kitchen knife in his hand is even sharper than a fruit knife, the wide kitchen knife is so fast that there is almost only an afterimage left.

Chu Wei put down the kitchen knife, picked up a corner from the cucumber head, and then peeled off the whole skin from the cucumber.

If anyone was here, they would definitely stare in amazement. Not only was the skin not broken at all, but it was even in width and thickness. It was as beautiful as a work of art placed in a showcase.

However, Chu Wei casually threw the skin into the trash can beside him, shook his head slightly, and said to himself with some dissatisfaction: "It's still too slow."

Before he could cut the cucumber open, a thin black young man in short sleeves rushed over from the door, stood at the door of the kitchen, and said at the top of his voice, "Chu Wei... Come with me."

After talking a few steps and stepping into the door, I wanted to reach out and pull him.

Chu Wei turned his head, the corners of his beautiful eyes twitched slightly, and he looked at him indifferently. The black and thin guy paused when he wanted to pull him, but then retracted his hand involuntarily.

It's strange to say that their village is full of tall and thick men, even the young boys are all black and dark, with rough skin and thick flesh, but Chu Wei is different from others, white and tender, with red lips and white teeth, The beauty is even better than the prettiest girl in their village.

They are all people who work under the sun, but he just can't get tanned, and he doesn't even sweat a drop in summer.

Cheng Daniu was in a daze for a moment, and then he said anxiously: "Uncle Zhang has an accident, let's go and have a look."

Chu Wei frowned slightly: "What happened?"

Cheng Daniu: "I don't know the details. I have already called the police, but the police probably won't arrive in a while."

Chu Wei put down the kitchen knife and followed Cheng Daniu out the door.

Their village is located in a remote place, nearly two hours' drive from the nearest town, not to mention a county further away.

Old Zhang's house is separated from Chu Wei's house by a wide river, so it takes a detour and a bridge to get there.

Before he got any closer, he heard a loud cry coming from the house.

"Old Zhang, why did you leave like this? What should you do if you leave me alone?"

"I told you not to go out, don't go out, it's not safe in the woods at night, why didn't you listen, why didn't you listen."

"How should I live in the future, how should I live."

The voice should be Uncle Zhang's daughter-in-law.

Chu Wei paused as he walked forward, and looked up at the roof, a cloud of indistinct black mist was reflected in his clear eyes.

"Why don't you leave?"

Cheng Daniu looked at Chu Wei who had stopped for no reason, and retracted his protruding foot involuntarily.

I heard from Aunt Wang that Uncle Zhang died tragically. He was a very strong man, but now he is covered with skin and bones, and his skin has begun to rot. His eyes are staring like copper bells. The clothes, the family members may not recognize them.

Although curious, he was still a little scared in his heart.

Chu Wei lowered his eyes, continued to move forward, and replied casually: "It's nothing."

Cheng Daniu followed behind him step by step.

The courtyard of the old Zhang's house was already full of people, all of whom were old people from the village.

The young labor force has gone out to work in the city, and the only ones left in the village are the children who are still in school, and the rest are old people. There are not many middle-aged strong men like Lao Zhang.

A few children wanted to join in the fun, but they were all dragged away by their family members covering their eyes.

Relying on his tall and thin stature, Cheng Daniu dragged Chu Wei from the back of the crowd to the front, then pushed Chu Wei to the front, stood behind him, and looked inside.

Uncle Zhang was lying in his main room, a layer of straw mat was spread on several bed boards, and he was placed on the straw mat.

And this time, a white cloth was already covering his body, covering him from head to toe.

Cheng Daniu glanced quietly, then muttered, "I can't see anything."

He didn't notice that Chu Wei, who had been standing in front of him without speaking, had a figure reflected in his pupils, a person who should have died lying on the bed.

Chu Wei frowned slightly as he looked at the ghost with dull eyes hanging beside his corpse.

After death, the soul lingers for seven days. Logically speaking, one should be sane and able to communicate, but Uncle Zhang in front of him seems a little abnormal.

Cheng Daniu pushed Chu Wei, and said in a low voice, "Aren't you always courageous, go and have a look."

Even needless to say, Chu Wei himself had this idea.

But just as he took a step, someone grabbed his arm behind him.

"Xiaowei, just stand still for me."

Chu Wei turned his head, and standing behind him was his eighty-year-old grandfather with a wrinkled face.

He has been living with his grandfather for more than ten years.

Hearing this, Chu Wei didn't move, but his eyes fell on Lao Zhang's sluggish face.

Although the people in the village surrounded him, they all kept a certain distance. Obviously, they had seen Lao Zhang's appearance before and were too frightened to approach him. Only Lao Zhang's daughter-in-law lay beside his dead body, crying heartbreakingly. split lung.

It was very noisy around, everyone was whispering something.

"It must be a vixen, haven't you seen Lao Zhang's appearance of being sucked dry?"

"What a vixen, I seem to have bumped into a ghost."

"I've heard that there are strange things in the valley, so I just ran into it."

A group of people watched for a long time, the siren sounded in the village, and soon came to a stop from far to near, and stopped outside Lao Zhang's house.

"Give way, let's all disperse."

Soon three people in uniforms walked in, and everyone subconsciously made way for them.

People in the village are still in awe of the police, and even the discussion has become quieter.

Standing on the side, Chu Wei watched as the three policemen began to block the scene and drove all the onlookers out of the house.

Cheng Daniu couldn't help muttering: "The police are so amazing, why don't people watch?"

"For the convenience of investigation."

Chu Wei was talking, but the fingertips of the hand behind his back moved slightly, and he took out a talisman, and quickly stuck it on the shoulder of a policeman while the crowd was clamoring.

As soon as the talisman touched this person, the light flickered slightly, and then quickly disappeared.

Soon the door was closed, and nothing could be seen inside.

Chu Wei closed his eyes, then opened them again, one eye was filled with an unusual blackness, like a deep vortex.

Through this talisman, he saw what the policeman saw.

The white cloth covering it was lifted off, revealing Uncle Zhang's face. The policewoman's hands trembled, she couldn't help yelling, she threw away the white cloth in her hand in shock, and took two steps back abruptly.

Chu Wei's pupils shrank slightly, Uncle Zhang's withered face was only covered by a layer of dark skin, his eye sockets were sunken, and his mouth was wide open, just like what Aunt Wang said, his essence had been sucked dry.

This is not a normal death by any means.

The police officers inside were obviously aware of the problem as well.

"Where did you find the deceased, why didn't you call the police as soon as possible?"

Old Zhang's daughter-in-law stopped crying and said with a choked voice: "There is a custom in the village that the dead body cannot be exposed in the wilderness, otherwise it will be regarded as a lonely ghost without a home. As soon as I was in a hurry, I brought it back."

The policeman showed a speechless expression, and he didn't know what kind of custom this was.

Chu Wei standing outside the house obviously had the same expression.

Doing so not only destroys the scene, but also very likely brings the murderer... back.

Just as he was thinking about continuing to read, a deep voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Teacher, what do you see?"

Chu Wei's eyes lit up, and he whispered in surprise, "Master!"