It is not clear at present whether there are other rules for selecting targets.

What they have to do next is to lock up the sick ghost and prevent him from escaping again.

He Buning went to Yang Jishen's house to discuss countermeasures. Yang Jishen silently took the little girl aside, divided a cake into four parts, and only fed the little girl half of one quarter. He did not eat the rest at all. He wrapped it all up carefully and hid it behind the shrine at home.

There is a statue of Taoism in the shrine. It is different from the face-less statues of Taoism that Sangque had seen before. This one has an immortal look. The clothes and the whisk in the statue's hand are exactly the same as the original statue of Taoism.

"Xiaowu and Xiaoliu, you two go deal with the bodies in the dry well at the end of the village first, then gather all the villagers together, use the exorcism talismans and soul-locking ropes to set up an array, and at night, you two take Xiaochan with you to guard the villagers. Temporarily separate the sick from the healthy, and after the sick ghosts are locked up, decide how to deal with them."

Once this disease shows signs of being contagious, it will turn into a plague, and then plague ghosts will come to reap lives. Plague ghosts are like water ghosts, they are everywhere, and they will appear as long as the conditions are met, and the source cannot be eliminated at all.

"Sang Er, come with me tonight and wait for the sick ghost to come to the third house at the entrance of the village and then detain him."

Gu~~Gugu~~~He Bu Ning glanced sideways, Sang Que pressed his stomach and arched his back, "It was too bumpy on the road, I can't eat, and I have acid reflux."

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Sang Que followed He Buning and went to the third house at the entrance of the village to investigate the situation.

It was already completely dark, and a faint aroma of rice wafted from the end of the village. The porridge over there must have been cooked.

He Buning didn't say anything, waiting for Sang Que to speak first.

The yard of the third family at the entrance of the village had long been abandoned, with withered yellow grass all over the yard. Sangque pushed open the door of the main house, and dust fell down.

He Buning didn't answer and looked at Sang Que in confusion.

Sangque opened the paper package and found sesame candy inside, which was indeed what Xiaochan liked.

Sang Que nodded slightly, "I understand. Sacrificing a small number of people will give more people a way to live, but those who are sacrificed are often the lower-class people. When Fengning City is built, how many of these lower-class people will be able to live in the city they have built with their lives? They can't afford the city entry tax, head tax, business tax, grain tax, etc."

"Why doesn't Captain He use a scapegoat?" Sang Que found a topic.

"Just like this Meishu Village, you said that my bag of rice couldn't save the villagers. Our efforts to cure the sick ghosts also couldn't save them. We only delayed their death."

"They have no food, no clothes, and they can't survive this cold winter. It's not evil spirits that are causing all this, it's people, it's corvée labor."

Xiao Wu, however, looked embarrassed and looked at He Bu Ning.

Speaking of this, He Bu Ning's eyes suddenly became deep.

If I had known earlier, I should have called Xiaoliu as well. At least he is talkative and could ease the awkwardness.

"Cough! Cough cough!" Hearing the cough, Sang Que turned around suddenly, and was so nervous that the evil fog was released. It turned out that He Buning was cleaning the cobwebs in the corner of the house with a broom, and he was coughing after inhaling the dust.

In order to save face, He Buning swept around the table stiffly, then threw down the broom, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and sat down at the table.

Why don't you look at Sangque? "Why do you think so?"

Xiaoliu was pleasantly surprised, "Sang Er, you actually brought rice, that's great!"

Otherwise, as a captain, he would lose his dignity if he always chatted with his subordinates about trivial things.

After sitting down, he suddenly realized that he and Sang Que were the only two people here, and the awkwardness of the previous night watch came to his mind.

"Are you going to sleep in the corner? You don't need to sweep there. Sweep around the table. Sweep slowly, or the dust will fly up."

"Evil spirits can kill evil spirits, but can ghosts kill each other?" Sang Que asked again.

"Xiao Chan, go get the rice!" Xia Chan also went to help.

"Let's go, village chief, together." Xiaoliu went over and helped Yang Jishen up.

"Here, do you expect me to clean it all by myself?"

He Bu Ning clenched his fists, "But isn't the source of all this because evil spirits are rampant, consuming too much manpower and material resources, so that the court can only focus on the overall situation and sacrifice the common people?"

It's so rare that she can put into practice what she learned in Chinese class.

There was an awkward silence in the room, and Sang Que's stomach suddenly growled.

"Whether it's evil spirits, evil ghosts, or even ghosts and gods, they can devour each other. By devouring the same kind that meet the conditions, they stitch together the abilities of other evil spirits and ghosts, and slowly complete their own laws. Eventually, they become lawless and kill people randomly and unconditionally."

The sick ghost's level is most likely fourth level. Xiaowu and Xiaoliu are just ordinary people, and can do very little to help him. On the contrary, Sangque's evil fog can delay the sick ghost's movements, making it easier for him to take action.

After discussing the specific countermeasures, Sang Que stopped Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu who were about to deal with the corpses, and said hesitantly, "I brought a bag of rice on the donkey cart. If I cook it into porridge, it will be enough for the women and children in the village to have a meal."

He Buning was walking quickly in front, with low pressure surrounding him. Sang Que could feel it, but ignored it and walked past He Buning with a few quick steps.

Sang Que gave a bitter smile, "Even if there were no weirdness, the world would never be peaceful."

Sang Que sighed, "That makes sense. Let's not talk about this anymore. I'll go find some water to drink."

He Buning was stunned. He didn't expect Sangque to have such a pattern. Instead, he was at a disadvantage.

That yard was the largest yard in the entire village and had once been a private school in the village.

Turning around and finding a broom that was still usable, Sang Que handed it to He Buning.

After eating two pieces, Sangque took out the scapegoat, cut off a strand of hair with a dagger and wrapped it around the scapegoat, then smeared it with blood and put it in his lapel.

And last time, Sangque used the evil fog to block out the sound and resist the sick ghost's ability to kill people by coughing.

Hearing this, the village chief Yang Jisheng hurried over, knelt down and bowed, "Thank you young lady and Mr. Yeyou for your kindness. We won't make trouble. I will watch over them. We are already pitiful enough. Please don't kill them..."

He Bu Ning had a blank expression on his face. He took out a paper bag from his collar, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Sang Que. "I prepared this for Xiao Chan. Eat something to fill your stomach."

He Buning paused, realizing that Sang Que was really not someone who could read people's expressions. How could she survive in the officialdom in the future? "Your bag of rice can't save their lives." He Buning spoke first, saying to Sang Que.

As night fell, the remaining women and children in the village knew there was food, so without being urged, they all gathered in the empty yard arranged by the village chief Yang Jishen.

Sang Que tore off the torn door curtain in the house and used it as a rag. There was no water, so he cleaned the dust on the tables and chairs in the main room. He took out an ordinary candle from his bag, lit it, and fixed it on the table with wax.

He Bu Ning's forehead twitched, and he reached out his hand stiffly and took the broom.

She fanned herself with her hands and looked around the room. It was so dirty and had to be cleaned up.

All that can come back are the news of death and the ashes.

To dismember a ghost is to dismember the ghost's fused abilities bit by bit, in order to achieve the ultimate goal of downgrading and eliminating it.

He Bu Ning thought for a moment and said, "Let's cook some porridge. If it's not enough, share the dry food we brought with them. If anyone doesn't follow the rules, kill them as a warning to the rest."

He Buning was obviously relieved and said, "People like me, as well as those who walk in the spirit world, will become neither human nor ghost after reaching the fourth level. They will have the characteristics of ghosts and will not get sick easily. If they are injured, they can recover by devouring the blood of other evil spirits or living people like ghosts. They will not die so easily."

Meishu Village was originally the largest village in the area and was also very prosperous. It could afford to have a village school, and people from all over the place would send their children here to learn to read and write.

He Bu Ning tightened his fingers, hearing the disgust in Sang Que's tone, but he had never done such things before.

"This is also an opportunity for us living people. As long as someone can survive and become the most powerful ghost, he can devour all the evil ghosts in the world, completely end the weird era, and bring peace to the world."

He Bu Ning lowered his eyes and said, "The purpose of building Fengning City is to provide better and safer shelter for more people. There is nothing we can do about it."

Sangque suddenly remembered an ancient Chinese proverb, "Do not let a good deed go unrewarded, even if it is small."

Although she has resuscitation, after the resuscitation is triggered, she will be too weak to do much for at least half a minute. It is better for her to rely on the scapegoat to block it first.

However, since the reconstruction of Fengning City began and forced labor was imposed, not only the able-bodied men from Meishu Village, but also the surrounding villages were taken to Fengning City.

She and He Buning lived in different times, had different experiences, and naturally had different views. There was no point in arguing.

As long as she does what she wants to do, people who agree with her will naturally stand by her side, and those who don't will naturally drift away.

After drinking water, Sang Que and He Buning pulled up a few red ropes outside the door and hung bells on them.

If the sick ghost comes, they can prepare in advance as soon as the bell rings.

See you tomorrow~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)