Chapter 149: Ghost painted skin

After considering for a few seconds, Founder finally decided to go by himself.
Not sure about the specific situation of the old magic stick,
Calling the police or contacting Captain Fee obviously did n’t feel right.
And the old stick has contacted him by phone, and he can't just let it go, regardless of his life and death.
After all, it was he who let the old stick encounter trouble or danger and contact him.
Fortunately, it was only a night's delay, and he would be able to rush back tomorrow. And if the old stick really encountered any ghosts, he would not lose money, and it could be equal to the daily harvest of the university city.
When the old stick brags about this business with him, he once mentioned the village name with him, and the village name is Menqian Village.
However, before going out, Founder specially explained the small skeleton at home, let her stay quietly at home to watch, don't run around, or make too much movement, so as not to alarm the neighbors next door.
At the same time, she was not required to go to Zuoqianhu to study carving tonight. He was not at home and no one escorted her. It would be uneasy for others to pick them up. From Zuoqianhu, he will say hello to Mr. Fu in advance.
Founder has not yet let the outside world know that the small skull can move normally during the day. This matter is too much. He is also worried about whether the small skull will encounter something unexpected and be careful not to make a big mistake, so even people familiar with Zuo Qianhu and Mr. Fu have not informed.
"I have already installed the chat software on the tablet, and I have separately registered your account for you. If there is anything, we will contact you on the chat software. Do you know?" Founder carefully taught the use process again.
Fortunately, children's receptivity is generally very strong.
Although Founder has always felt that the small skull should be very old and very old ...
Regarding Founder's various instructions, the little skull nodded in a hurry, indicating that it knew that the two faint lights in the eyes flashed.
Founder rubbed his chin and looked at the small skull in front of him, always feeling wrong.
"You look happy when I go out?"
"Do you think that I forgot to assign my homework today? You see that I am in a hurry to go out, don't you think there will be no homework today and tomorrow?"
"Doesn't you need to go to extracurricular interest classes at night to make you happy?"
"Fortunately, you reminded me that in order to prevent in advance, I will arrange your homework for three days in advance. And you do n’t have to go to Zuoqianhu ’s extracurricular interest class at night. You have more free time a day, I will add A lot of work, when I come back, I will check your work. "
After the founder finished, the small skull was completely silly, especially the faint light in his eyes did not flicker, and he stayed still, just as if his eyes were dull and his eyes were dazed.
...
Menqian Village.
The entrance to the village depends on an antique wooden bridge with a history of hundreds of years.
The Fengyu Bridge looks like a wooden arch bridge and crosses over the Xitan, but there is a bridge corridor on the bridge for pedestrians to take a break from the rain and chat with the villagers. This wind and rain bridge is quite magnificent. It lies above the stream and has a drop of about 20 meters. The stream under the bridge is turbulent. There is a bridge corridor, a three-story tower, and a pavilion. The original color of the wood is old and does not fall through the wind and rain.
Menqian Village just died a while ago.
A few days ago, Li Zhe, the son of Li's third family, disappeared unexpectedly. The villagers did not find it for several days.
A few days later, Li Zhe's body was found. Some villagers accidentally caught Li Zhe, who had been missing for several days, in a river with dense water and grass while casting a net for fishing.
It turned out that Li Zhe's body was entangled with water plants, so that the body did not float up.
Later, the police also came to rule out the possibility of homicide, and finally concluded that it was suspected that he accidentally fell into the water.
Such things are not uncommon in the countryside.
Some people say that there are powerful water ghosts in the water, dragging Li's third son down as a dead ghost.
But it ’s strange that Li ’s third son fell into the water and died, but he did n’t rush out for funeral and burial. Instead, feudal superstition said that he was going to prepare for a nuptial marriage. He could n’t let his 20-year-old son die alone or alone. Too lonely on Huangquan Road.
But it's strange to say, who else will get married in this year, and now they are no longer buried, and even the body is cremated, where can I find the body? But Li did not know where to go from there, and really found a corpse of a married woman.
The night in the countryside was quiet early, and Wan Lai was quiet. Even if the dog barks occasionally three or two times, it does not bring anger, but instead adds a gloomy atmosphere under the strange night.
At this time, it was still around seven o'clock in the evening, and the sky had just gone dark. Founder was walking in the village in front of the gate, but found that the villagers of this village seemed to have rested very early.
Li's third family is not difficult to find. Which one hangs Bai Ling and is doing funerals is Li's third family.
So Founder quickly found Li's family.
This is a typical rural courtyard pattern, with a single door and a single door, a white courtyard wall, and a red painted iron door. At this time, the front door is closed tightly. The most unexpected person, Founder, was stunned. The person who opened the door was actually an old stick!
"Old God stick are you okay?" Founder frowned.
"What the are you doing, somehow calling, but now you're standing here neatly."
I don't know whether it is the reason for the dark light at night. At this time, most of the old stick's face was hidden in the shadow, and it looked a little gloomy.
But it is indeed the face of the old magic stick.
At this time, Fang Zheng only had time to look around and see the situation around the house. The house was facing the courtyard door, which was the Lingtang, but there was no coffin at this time, nor a man and a woman who were married, and no relatives of the dead Keep spirits.
Weirdness is everywhere.
Actually, there was only the Taoist priest, who was alone in guarding the ethereal hall.
"Hush, when you came, did you find someone hiding outside the door and secretly peeking into the yard." The old stick said to Fangzheng in a low voice.
Founder shook his head. When he came, he did not see anyone hiding outside the door.
Then he asked where the owner of the house had gone, and when the hall was empty, the old stick said that it was a good night tonight. The deceased Li Zhezheng and the bride were holding candles in the wedding room. Naturally, there is no need to guard this hall.
The dead man's garland ... Founder heard something uncomfortable.
After speaking to Fangzheng, I do n’t know if it ’s an illusion. The corner of the mouth of the old stick is slightly upturned, with a smile of evil charm. The old stick sticks out and touches the neck of the old stick, poof!
The flesh and blood separated, but no drop of blood flowed out.
Fang Zheng's eyes glowed with cool colors: "Did ghost paint skin?"
"Shortly after I returned to the city, the Pipi Gao family was already staring at me? Was it going to wait for me to revenge?"