Chapter 301 Killing One Person Every Seven Days
These words sounded so mysterious that they gave people goosebumps.
"Then what are these dead people you are talking about?" Xu Chuchu asked.
The young man replied, "The seven warriors come down the mountain every seventy years and come out every seven days. Every time they come out, our village becomes pitch dark and hurricane-force winds blow."
He paused and said, "Every time, one person is killed."
"How many people will be killed in total?" Xiao Yu asked sharply.
"We can't guess what the seven warriors are thinking." The young man shook his head. "Maybe they're going to take away anyone who behaves badly in the village, or maybe they're just going to take away anyone they meet. In short, every time the sky gets dark, someone dies."
Hearing this, everyone started whispering, with fear on their faces, fearing that they would be the next one.
However, Xu Chuchu and Xiao Yu disagreed with this statement because Mr. Ma Jiang died before dark.
So someone must have taken advantage of the legend of darkness to secretly kill people.
"So how many people died when the seven warriors went down the mountain this time?" Xiao Yu asked again.
The young man sighed and raised four fingers.
Including Mr. Ma Jiang, four people have died.
Logically, this matter had nothing to do with the two passers-by, but the sudden darkness here must be inextricably linked to the force blocking them on the snow-capped mountains.
From the time Xu Chuchu and Xiao Yu left Mr. Ma Jiang's house to the time Mr. Ma Jiang was killed before nightfall, it was only a quarter of an hour at most.
The murderer behind the scenes was able to kill the target accurately during this time period, which means that he most likely knew the exact time and reason for the arrival of night.
If we find him, we might be able to solve the problem of the snow mountain.
The two of them both thought so, nodded to each other, and then asked everyone, "What were the identities of the people who died earlier? Are their bodies still there?"
Everyone was in disbelief when they heard this question, and the young man was even more stunned: "What do you mean? Don't you believe in the legend of the Seven Warriors?"
"You outsiders should stay out of this. Be careful not to anger the Seven Warriors and get us into trouble!"
"Yeah, let's go, get out of here!"
Rather than the "reasonably acceptable" death of one person every seven days, the villagers are more afraid that someone will break this rule and bring about worse consequences.
Xiao Yu said patiently, "Please listen to me..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the chattering villagers, who shouted at them to leave.
Xu Chuchu frowned unhappily, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" above the villagers' heads, and no one said a word in an instant because they were so scared.
"Listen to him!" She pointed at Xiao Yu.
Everyone nodded.
Xiao Yu's smile grew even wider as he took down Mr. Ma Jiang's body and showed it to everyone.
"Generally speaking, for those who hang themselves, the rope marks tend to be higher up, below the jaw, and there are almost no marks on the back of the neck," he explained. "But for those who are strangled, the marks tend to be lower down, extending to the back of the neck and even forming a closed loop."
Seeing no one react, Xiao Yu had no choice but to continue, "Please imagine, if you hang someone by the neck, will the rope squeeze the back?"
Everyone still had a silly look on their faces.
Xiao Yu had already explained from many aspects such as time and wounds, in a simple and easy-to-understand way. Even Daju could understand it, but these people still felt like they were listening to a foreign language.
Xu Chuchu, who had a bad temper, grabbed the rope ring hanging on the tree and said, "If anyone still doesn't understand, come up and try it!"
"I understand, I understand!" The villagers nodded quickly.
The young man stepped forward and said, "We understand what you two are saying. You're saying that Mr. Ma Jiang didn't commit suicide, but was murdered. Could it be that the seven warriors killed him first and then hanged him from the tree?"
Xiao Yu explained, "No, it wasn't. My wife and I were hiding in a tree hole in the dark of night, and we didn't hear any sounds of a body being hung."
Hearing the phrase "my wife", Xu Chuchu glared at him, but the latter turned his eyes away and pretended not to see it.
However, the villagers were not very convinced by this statement.
"The seven warriors have boundless magical powers. How can you discover what they are going to do? Let alone just hanging a corpse?" said one person.
"That's right, the seven warriors are gods, and we are human. How can anyone compete with gods?!" another person said.
Even the seemingly rational young man thought so.
This cannot be explained. No matter how Xu Chuchu and Xiao Yu prove their strength or explain the operation of spiritual power, they are not as good as "gods" in their eyes.
The villagers here are afraid of the Seven Warriors, but they also admire them very much.
Both contradictory and reasonable.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way." At this time, the crowd suddenly dispersed, and an old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face slowly walked out.
He said to the young man, "Losang, take these two guests to investigate the cause of death. Find out if it was the Seven Warriors who did it, or if there was some other reason."
This old man was probably a prestigious person in the village. As soon as he spoke, no one else dared to say anything.
"Ah, yes," the young man quickly agreed. It turned out his name was Luosang.
"Everyone go away." The old man waved his cane and dismissed the crowd.
Then he turned to Xiao Yu and Xu Chuchu, looking at them with a pair of cloudy eyes.
"To be honest, the same thing happened in this village seventy years ago. The sky turned black, and people died. I was young then and didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but now I do."
"If you two want to investigate, go ahead. We won't stop you. But if anything unexpected happens, it's your own business."
"Thank you, old sir." Xu Chuchu bowed.
The old man nodded slightly, turned around and slowly left.
Perhaps the truth of the legend of the seven warriors is no longer important to him, perhaps he just wants to hear the real side of the legend.
But it doesn’t matter, just allow them to investigate.
The young man, Luosang, bowed to the two of them and said, "Please come this way, both of you."
He originally wanted to carry Mr. Ma Jiang's body away with Xiao Yu, but Xu Chuchu pasted a yellow talisman on the forehead of the corpse, and the corpse stiffened and stood up, with its eyes wide open, and began to jump and follow the crowd.
Seeing that the corpse could walk, the villagers along the road were terrified and hid away. Luosang, who was closest to it, was so pale that he trembled as he walked.
He took the two to the village mourning hall, where he said the other three bodies were also placed.
This house is said to be a mourning hall, but in fact it is just a low shed with enclosed sides.
It is used as a mourning hall when someone dies in the village, as an ancestral hall for sacrifices, and as a meeting hall for gathering everyone to discuss matters.
In short, it is omnipotent.
The floor of the shed was covered with only some wooden boards. Fortunately, the climate at the foot of the mountain was dry and there was not much moisture on the ground, otherwise the body would have been rotten beyond recognition.
At this moment, there were three bodies neatly placed on the ground, covered with white cloth. Xu Chuchu then directed "Mr. Ma Jiang" to lie down next to the three of them.
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