Qingzhen has been here for several days and is very familiar with the village.
We followed Qingzhen to a house, where the family was having lunch in the courtyard as soon as we entered.
"Master, you've arrived!" The boy who had seen us at the village entrance earlier stood up to welcome us. "Would you like something to eat with us?"
"No, thank you." As soon as I said my refusal, the person hurriedly ran to a small room on the side and came out with rice for three people. "Have some. I made too much for one person, and I can't eat it all."
I glanced at the dining table; it was all home-style cooking: shredded potatoes, braised pork, and vegetable soup.
The boy's bright smile made it impossible for me to refuse. Oh well, I'll eat something anyway, I'm hungry.
I nodded slightly, took a small stool and sat opposite the boy. When You and Qingzhen saw me sit down, they also moved a small stool and sat down.
"You eat alone?" I looked around. The boy's house was considered one of the better ones in the village, a two-story villa, and it seemed like he kept a lot of poultry. It didn't look like someone living alone, especially since Qingzhen had said yesterday that he was a college student.
"Yeah." The boy nodded dejectedly. "My family is all dead."
I fell silent instantly; the soul in the cave must surely have had his family.
"Don't worry, your family is doing well on the other side," I said, trying to comfort the distraught boy across from me.
Among the souls taken away by the ghostly soldiers, his family should be among them; the underworld promised to take care of them.
The boy wiped his face and forced a smile. "I'm fine. By the way, Master, have you found anything?"
"Hmm." I nodded gently. "It's a pity that the monster got away."
"Really?" The boy looked stunned when he heard me say that.
"How do you feel that there are evil spirits haunting the village?" I was curious that a college student would take the initiative to come to our psychic shop.
If it were a very old person, I would think it's normal; it's normal for the elderly to be superstitious.
However, the other party is a college student, not an uneducated person. He should believe in scientific atheism. Why would he come to us when something goes wrong?
The boy pursed his lips. "I just feel that the deaths of my family members are suspicious. It's not just my family; other families in the village have the same problem."
"You didn't call the police?"
The boy shook his head. "I didn't call the police. Other people in the village did, but the police came again and again. They couldn't find the cause and the matter was dropped. They just said it was an accidental coincidence."
"How many people have died in the village recently?" I looked up at the sky, which was surprisingly blue, far from the city.
“My grandfather and father are both dead,” the boy said slowly. “Other families also lost some elderly people or women and children left behind at home. In total, twenty or thirty people died.”
"Thirty-two people!" That's no small number. I don't think the village is very big, so I guess there aren't many people here.
"How many people are there in your village in total?" I asked angrily. This monster had killed so many people, and we still hadn't caught it.
"Seventy or eighty people, I guess," the boy thought, frowning. "It should be less than a hundred."
I sighed. This is really something.
“With such a big thing happening, all the young people in the village have come back. Some of them, like me, were studying outside, while others were working outside.”
No wonder I saw so many young people as soon as I entered the village yesterday.
I found it strange at the time, since there weren't any young people in the village.
“We’ve been getting together for the past few days, but no matter how we try to come up with a solution, we can’t find one.”
"How did those people die?" I suddenly asked.
"There were no injuries on their bodies. They all died suddenly, either while working in the fields, sleeping in bed, or cooking in the kitchen. The deaths were all very sudden, but there were no injuries on their bodies. The police conducted autopsies and found no possibility of poisoning, and those who fell ill were definitely not poisoned."
The boy sighed, and upon closer inspection, I noticed his haggard appearance and the dark circles under his eyes.
"Did you discover something before?" I felt a little reluctant, but I still had to ask.
I always felt that the guy must know something, otherwise other people's first thought would be to call the police, but he went to our psychic shop instead.
The boy pursed his lips, looked up at me, then looked away, caught in a dilemma.
"Just tell me, I'm here and you'll be fine." I wasn't in a hurry and slowly calmed the boy down.
"I..." The boy opened his mouth slightly.
"If I said that I... I might have seen him when I was little... would you believe me?" The boy finally managed to stammer out the question in one breath.
“We believe you. This is what we do, why wouldn’t we believe you?” I smiled and encouraged the boy to continue.
However, if the boy really did see that monster when he was a child and was still unharmed, that would be considered lucky.
The boy was looking up in the direction we had come from—the very direction I remembered. If I wasn't mistaken, that was where the temple was located.
“When I was little, I often heard stories from my grandfather, one of which was about that temple.” The boy pointed.
I remained silent, waiting for the boy to speak.
“My grandfather always said that a kind fairy lived in that temple. Although people are not superstitious now and few people go to worship, my grandfather believed it. When I was little, I often went to the temple with my grandfather.”
The boy paused for a moment, then picked up the water glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
“One day, I went to the temple with my grandfather as usual. But I accidentally fell down near the temple. I fell right at the foot of the mountain. At that height, I should have been seriously injured or killed, but I was completely fine.”
I frowned. If I wasn't mistaken, it must have been the spirits of the temple who saved the boy.
"But I didn't feel anything at all. My grandfather said it was the protection of the fairies in the temple, and I think so too, because before I fell, I..." The boy became a little emotional as he spoke.
"Tell me slowly."
"I have never seen such a beautiful woman. She floated down from the temple, smiled at me, and gently rubbed my head. When I fell down, the ground was as soft as cotton."
"According to you, she must be a good person, so why do you suspect that she would kill people in the village?" I know all the reasons why that temple is now filled with evil spirits.
There are several reasons why the fairy spirit has undergone such a great change.
One possibility is, as Qingzhen said, that the immortal spirits were devoured by other demons.
Secondly, the immortal spirits themselves fell into the demonic path.
I tend to agree with the first viewpoint, because some of the spirits in the cave may be from several dynasties, while the boy only saw the spirits a dozen years ago. They were fine a dozen years ago, so how could he have collected those spirits a hundred years ago?
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