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The next day, he got a message.

His sister died and was about to be cremated.

He remembered his father's exhortation, quickly escaped from the hospital, and finally stopped his sister who was about to be sparked at the last moment.

But how could he, a teenager, escape from a funeral home surrounded by sheriffs?

There is only one way, a lunatic who is not afraid of anything!

After stabbing one person, he pretended to be a lunatic and sneaked into the mountains. As a child who grew up in the mountains, he was familiar with every mountain. When he was found again, he was alone.

Over the next few days, he discovered that being a lunatic brought many benefits.

No one can compete with mental illness!

In this county town that everyone is relatively familiar with, he can run freely, no matter what he does, others will not arouse suspicion.

He can continue to protect his sister, the same... He has also been observing Qiaojia Village, trying to find the murderer who brought down the village.

…

After sorting out the experience of the sheriff and Qiao Xing, Qiao Yuan can roughly understand what happened in Qiaojia Village.

This is a Variant Spirit event that has lasted for more than half a year, at least Tier 3.

And it is definitely not an ordinary Variant Spirit, otherwise, the captain-level patroller will not fall into it, and his life and death are unknown.

Of course... The specific information depends on the files of the Security Bureau, which are reliable.

But my own identity, most of the time.

The consultant of the Liyang City Security Bureau is a post specially set up by Zhou Qiang for himself. He has a very high status in Liyang City, and even in several nearby cities, Zhou Qiang's face can also get a lot of preferential treatment.

But similar to Qin City, who has a general relationship with Liyang City, this identity can only prove that he is an awakened person, and he does not enjoy any authority.

Taking out the phone, Qiao Yuan called Zhou Qiang and applied to view Qin City's files about Qiaojia Village.

Soon Zhou Qiang replied to himself, this kind of file is classified as a secret, and even he has no right to obtain it from Qin Shi.

After thinking about it, Qiao Yuan felt that he should go in and have a look.

…

Qin City has many mountains, and Dahe County, which is located on the edge, is a poor county, almost surrounded by mountains.

If you casually observe on the street, you will see a phenomenon, you rarely see young people!

It is precisely because it is very poor that almost no one wants to come back, and it is also a word for the parents here to educate their children.

Study hard and go outside to develop!

Taking a bus that may be about his age, Qiao Yuan came to a familiar place in his memory.

Qiaojia Village surrounded by mountains.

Hundreds of years ago, the entire village was an ancestor who migrated from outside to escape the war.

There are mountains and waters here, which are especially suitable for living. It is also quite suitable to say that it is a paradise.

But with the changes of the times, this kind of paradise is also called the performance of backwardness.

The specific manifestation is that the power facilities were just opened a few years ago, and the roads here have not been repaired. The whole is a yellow mud road. If it rains or something, no car dares to go here.

With a backpack, Qiao Yuan stepped into this homeland.

…

The whole village was silent and cold, and there was not a single living person in sight.

Qiao Yuan frowned and rushed to his old house.

An old house at the foot of the mountain.

This old house was renovated by the predecessor's grandfather's generation, and the style in the whole village is relatively old, belonging to the outdated and eliminated kind.

Uninhabited for a long time, the black tiles and stone steps are covered with moss, and various aging and abandoned appearances give people a slightly gloomy feeling.

Because it is close to the mountain, there is only one neighbor nearby, and it is the hunter from the back mountain.

Hmm... the former hunter.

After all, private hunting is illegal now.

…

Pushing the door, the smell of decay came, and Qiao Yuan cleaned up a little, barely able to spend the night.

Due to the reason that he doesn't come back often, Qiao Yuan's old house is not powered on.

After splitting some furniture, Qiao Yuan lit a bonfire and began to think quietly.

Where did all the people in the village go?

Although his spiritual power could not cover the entire village, but after walking from the outside world for so long, he did not even find a corpse.

strangeness!

And what's even more strange is that from the moment of entering the village, the feeling of peeping has always existed, but the target cannot be found.

On the first night, Qiao Yuan did not intend to sleep, and continued to use his mental power to probe.

In order to ensure the bonfire, Qiao Yuan even split the bed at home and burned it as wood.

This exception just doesn't appear!

I don't like this seemingly safe way to deal with it. For me, only if there is a mutation in the event, can I grab the tail and pull out the behind-the-scenes alien spirit.

So... if there is no mutation, there will be a mutation on your own.

Just as Qiao Yuan was about to set fire to the house, a light came from a distance.

Like fireflies in the dark, so coquettish.

Qiao Yuan gave up the idea of ​​burning the house, stepped on the fire, and finally urinated, shook his body, and left with satisfaction after completely eliminating the fire.

That bright place was the only hunter who lived in the mountains, Qiaojie.

According to his seniority, he should be called... well... he should be called his son.

…

The woods in the back mountain are also very particular in Qiaojia Village.

The ancestors of the Qiao family were instructed by experts, saying that this is a treasure land of feng shui. If the ancestors are buried here, the descendants can be prosperous and rich, and even a real dragon will be born!

So...for hundreds of years, all the dead Qiao villagers were buried here.

Even the dying father's last words must be buried back in the mountains.

But this is just a superstition after all, so many people have been buried, and no one has ever really made a fortune.

The trees in the back mountain are tall and dense. Even in the daytime, it looks eerie, not to mention at night. Walking in is almost like entering a maze.

It looks wicked!

Huhu~

In the dark mountain forest under the night, there are strange wind noises from time to time, suddenly far and near, very scary!

Qiao Yuan walked alone in this unusually tall forest. Under the night... the roots of the old trees were intertwined, like arms intertwined with ghost hands.

There are large and small graves all around, and some graves are already full of weeds, and it is completely impossible to see that they are graves.

Qiao Yuan slowed down to avoid stepping on an unknown grave, because it might be a relative of his predecessor.

Finally...he arrived at his destination.

The only hunter's house that lives in the mountains.

Almost at the moment of approaching, the lights went out.

…

dong dong dong~

"anyone there?"

After a moment of hesitation, Qiao Yuan spoke.

"Uncle Jie, it's me, Qiao Yuan... The one at the foot of the mountain, my father Qiao Feng."

To solve the scoring situation of the Variant Spirit incident, the people in Qiao's village are more or less related to their predecessors, similar to the previous kind of kicking the door in and putting the knife on the opponent's neck.

After all, Qiao Yuan was the only college student from Qiaojia Village.

Quality is a must have!

After hearing Qiao Yuan's voice, there was a reaction in the room, followed by the sound of footsteps moving and matches passing... Through the window, there was finally a faint light in the room.

crunch~

The wooden door was opened.

A unkempt man's head stuck out, his face was full of folds and dark spots, his face was very ugly, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and the whole person looked very decadent.

"Who do you say you are?" A hoarse and dry voice came from the man's mouth.

"It's me, Qiao Yuan!"

Old rules, there is nothing in this world that proves identity better than an ID card.

The man looked at it twice, and his bloodshot eyes kept rolling around.

"you really?"

Qiao Yuan nodded and was about to enter the door.

Bang!

The man closed the door violently.

…

"I don't know any Qiao Yuan, go back quickly, go as far as you can!"

Qiao Yuan: "..."

"Uncle Jie, in the middle of the night, my house is on fire and I have nowhere to stay. Can I stay for one night?"

"Go away, get out of the village!" The voice of the man in the house was trembling.

…

boom!

A thunder rang out, and lightning bolts flashed across.

Drops of pea-sized raindrops slapped on the roof of the wooden house.

The rain suddenly became heavier, the torrential rain hit without warning, and the deafening thunder sounded one after another.

It's raining heavily!

The road was constantly washed away by torrential rain, and walking at this time was extremely dangerous. Just when Qiao Yuan was thinking of other ways... the wooden door was opened again.

"Come in!" came the tired voice of the man.

Qiao Yuan nodded, it was really time to rain.

Because of the structure of the wooden house, it looks a little damp and moldy inside.

"How long have you been back?"

"Just arrived this afternoon."

Uncle Jie bent over and came to the side, boiled a pot of hot water and handed it to Qiao Yuan.

"I haven't seen you for a few years. I didn't expect you to grow so big."

After saying this, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

…

"After the rain subsides, you should leave here as soon as possible!" Uncle Jie's tone was full of hesitation.

"Uncle Jie, I'm here for this!"

"What happened to the village? Why did all the villagers disappear..."

A flash of lightning flashed across, instantly illuminating the faces of the two of them.

Qiao Yuan's face was indifferent, while Uncle Jie's expression was sad, with deep pain and sadness in his eyes.

"It's not good to know too much about this, you should leave here quickly!" Uncle Jie bit his lip and still refused to reveal it.

…

"The boiling water that has just been boiled is usually at a hundred degrees Celsius, while the temperature that a normal person's mouth can withstand is below 60 degrees Celsius."

"Uncle Jie, look good!"

Goooooooo~

In one breath, Qiao Yuan directly showed off a pot of boiling water!

With Qiao Yuan's current physical fitness, drinking boiling water is not a problem at all.

"You...you are..." Uncle Jie was extremely surprised. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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Qiao Yuan let out a steam burp.

…

"Uncle Jie, to be honest, I left the village since I was a child and went to Zhongnan Mountain to study art, and I learned a lot of skills!"

Uncle Jie: "What????"

"If you cut off your head, you can still grow. It's like taking a bath in a boiling oil pan.

Uncle Jie: "????"

"Except for these teachers who don't teach, I will!" Qiao Yuan affirmed.

To deal with such an uncle who has hardly been out of the mountains, it is more acceptable to say that he has studied art than to say that he is an awakened person.

There are many superstitions in poor mountain villages, and most people have no culture!

The only person who can be considered literate is the high school village chief, who is second only to the college student Qiao Yuan in the entire village.

Uncle Jie was silent, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Qiao Yuan, you... Have you been deceived?"

"There is no Taoism or immortal magic in this world... Those are all awakened ones... Alas... You take this money and leave here."

Qiao Yuan: "..."

…

It seemed that he made a mistake, but Uncle Jie also knew about the Awakened.

Well, showdown!

"Uncle Jie, to be honest, I'm the Awakened, the very strong one!"

Uncle Jie wondered: "How strong is it?"

Qiao Yuan pondered for a moment and then said, "Generally the awakened person is on the tongue, and I am on the tip of the nose!"

"That seems to be about the same, doesn't it?"

"But the tongue can never reach the tip of the nose!" Qiao Yuan believed to himself.

Looking at the confident and immature face, Uncle Jie sighed deeply.

Qiao Yuan is probably sick!