Chapter 268 Jinjiang (2)
Shi Xun grabbed Ye Li's arm and walked out, saying, "Lend your power to Lu Xingxing temporarily, just like we did at Nanming Mountain. Let him guard here first, and you come with me to Zheng Shumu's house."
Ye Li's narrow eyes narrowed into a dot in an instant.
But then, he looked at Yan Shixun's back and smiled softly: "Okay."
Shi Xun... you are so dazzling that you are even more dazzling than any ghost or god. How can I not love you...
Yan Shixun did not notice the increasingly gentle look in Ye Li's eyes as he looked at him, but instead promptly explained the current situation to everyone in the yard, telling them to stay in the yard for the time being and not go anywhere until he and Ye Li came back.
Then, he dragged Ye Li towards Zheng Shumu's house.
Lu Xingxing was sitting in the kitchen, drinking hot water with a sullen look on his face. Without the noodles, he was left with only water.
When Lu Xingxing saw Yan Shixun coming back, his eyes lit up instantly, like a starving dog locked up at home, almost wagging its tail.
However, before Lu Xingxing could be happy for more than a second, she heard Yan Shixun's voice explaining the situation concisely.
What followed was a feeling similar to the power that suddenly surged into the meridians at Nanming Mountain.
Lu Xingxing was stunned at first, then she cheered and happily said thank you to Master Aunt Ye Li repeatedly.
He was already weak from excessive blood loss and his Yang Qi was low, so he was not suitable to accept the power from Yeli. After all, the power related to death was entangled with the gloomy ghost aura, and no one except Yan Shixun could easily bear it.
Besides, Lu Xingxing is in such a physical condition now.
But when Yan Shixun asked him, Lu Xingxing didn't care about his increasingly pale face. He just patted his chest and promised Yan Shixun that he was still a Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple after all, and even if he had not yet left the battlefield, he would never escape.
There has always been only Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple who go to die, and no cowards in Haiyun Temple who escape.
Yan Shixun glanced at Lu Xingxing while he was busy. When he saw the pride on Lu Xingxing's face, he couldn't help but smile. He sighed to Ye Li beside him, saying that Xingxing had really grown up.
"Maybe after I go back and gain more experience, with Xingxing's aptitude, I will be able to become a master soon."
Yan Shixun smiled and looked at Ye Li, and asked him: "Are you wondering why I didn't blame you for not stopping Xie Lin?"
The smile on Ye Li's face froze. He pursed his lips and said nothing.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyelashes slightly and sighed softly, "Although Xingxing doesn't know that you are from Fengdu, he knows very well that your power has caused damage to his body. After he returned from Nanming Mountain last time, even with the presence of the Taoist priests from Haiyun Temple, he still took a long time to recover."
"He knew it, but this time, he still did not reject my trust in him and immediately accepted the responsibility of protection."
Yan Shixun smiled and said, “Xingxing must understand the responsibility and duty of a ghost exorcist before he can become an adult.”
"Xie Lin is no exception."
Yan Shixun looked at Zheng Shumu's yard which was nearby, paused slightly, and then walked forward and knocked on the door.
"Xie Lin is an adult now. He will be responsible for his own choices, whether the results are good or bad. From the moment he insisted on leaving the gate of the courtyard, he should have been aware of the consequences. Find his sister, or... be killed by her."
And what they came to do was nothing more than to rescue Xie Lin, or...
Collect Xie Lin’s body.
As soon as Yan Shixun finished speaking, the gate of Zheng Shumu's yard made a harsh friction sound and slowly opened.
Through the narrow crack in the door, Yan Shixun saw that the person standing behind the door was not Zheng Tiantian or Zheng Shumu.
Instead, it was a wooden sculpture that was originally placed in the yard.
The puppet with a living mouth and eyes opens and closes its mouth, making a "clucking" sound, just like a real person, which is creepy.
But this time, Yan Shixun understood the lip movements of the wooden puppet.
The other party is saying——
Save me, let me go, let me die.
…
"Master Bai!"
The official person in charge was still talking to Master Bai, feeling overwhelmed by the heavy truth hidden behind the deserted village.
But suddenly, the hunchbacked old man who was sitting with his head down suddenly closed his eyes and fell forward.
The official person in charge was so shocked that even his heart forgot to beat. He quickly reached out to catch Master Bai's falling body as quickly as possible.
As for the incident of not taking the Chinese medicine bag just now, the official person in charge thought that it was because Master Bai's body was too weak and he was on the verge of death. He was so anxious that he secretly thought about asking the rescue team's doctor to come and see him immediately.
But at this moment, a strong flashlight flashed in from outside.
The person in charge was alerted by the change in light and subconsciously turned around to look, and saw several shadowy figures standing outside the window.
Caught off guard, the person in charge was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and almost dropped Master Bai in his hand.
But soon, there was a knock on the window and the urgent voices of the rescue team came from outside the window.
"Person in charge, you need to come out and take a look at this situation."
The rescuer tried to sound calmer, but there was still horror in his tone.
"Village, villagers, they all showed up!"
"How is that possible?"
The person in charge was stunned: "Didn't I see the files before I came here? All the villagers here are dead. How come there are still villagers?"
The one who answered his question was Master Bai, who used up his last bit of strength and suddenly grabbed his arm.
With his skinny hands straining so hard that veins popped out, Master Bai squeezed out a few single sounds from his throat, alerting the person in charge: "Hurry... go!"
As he spoke, Master Bai used the last of his strength to push the person in charge, and he fell to the ground and immediately fainted.
His breath was weak, as if he was dead.
Although there were no scars, blood began to spread from under Master Bai's head, and soon a pool of blood formed under his body.
The person in charge watched everything that happened in a flash. After a brief moment of shock, he immediately stood up and rushed to the door, shouting to the rescue team outside: "Hurry up and get the medical staff over! There are people here who need emergency treatment!"
The team members waiting in the distance immediately rushed over and took over the matters here.
But when the medical staff checked Master Bai's injuries, they were shocked to find that there was no wound! So where did the blood come from?
The person in charge, covered in blood, quickly followed the rescue team to see the villagers they mentioned.
But when he saw the scene in the distance clearly, he suddenly realized why the rescue team members did not express ecstasy and excitement about finding survivors when they talked about the villagers just now, but instead expressed horror and urgency as if they had seen ghosts.
Because they weren't villagers at all.
Instead, they are wooden puppets that look extremely similar to the villagers.
Those puppets walked out slowly from the deserted village houses, and in the deserted village where there was no trace of human life long ago, they walked in the man-high weeds just like ordinary people.
Such a contradictory and contrasting picture seems particularly weird and creepy.
The person in charge felt goose bumps spreading along his arms, making him hide subconsciously.
His survival instinct told him that these puppets were more dangerous than he saw.
Fortunately, the rescue team member on lookout discovered the situation in time and immediately told the person in charge, so the person in charge had time to react before the wooden puppets showed any aggressive behavior.
But it was too late to run, and it would alarm the wooden puppets.
Besides, they came here for rescue, so how could they retreat halfway?
He immediately ordered everyone to turn off their flashlights, and no light or sound was allowed. Everyone should hide nearby, hold their breath, and not disturb the puppets.
The official person in charge wanted to see what these lifelike puppets were actually doing.
He crouched behind a window without glass in another deserted house, staring at the puppet outside with bated breath.
Then he was shocked to find that those puppets looked very familiar, just like the dead villagers he had seen in the archives before.
However, the official responsible person did not notice that
In the deserted house, in the darkness behind him, there was also a wooden puppet standing in the corner, which suddenly moved its eyes.
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