Chapter 395 Nonsense

The villagers had no other choice but to go back.

But the miserable cries kept echoing, and few people were able to fall asleep even when lying in bed.

Since she was already here, she couldn't favor one over the other. She had swept through several Yiwu wholesale markets and had a rich stock. She directly brought out a large cardboard box of these small players and asked Ah Ju to arrange for them to be distributed in all nearby villages, aiming to benefit everyone.

Without the burden of Xia Zhizhi, Ah Ju was so fast that he finished the job in one night.

The next day, at 10 p.m., in Batu Commune and several nearby villages with special burial grounds for baby girls, sounds of sleep-inducing music began to sound in unison. The sounds continued until the roosters crowed at 4 a.m., when they stopped in unison.

The response methods of several nearby villages were similar to those of Broken Rock Village. They all used suppression measures at first, then realized that they were ineffective. The next day, they found that the crying and shouting had occurred as usual, so they sought external help.

In every place there are always one or two famous and trusted gods who are responsible for fortune-telling, feng shui, horoscopes, and catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits.

Xia Zhizhi didn't know whether they could really catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits.

But it was obvious that they were helpless when faced with high-tech things they had never seen before.

The loudspeakers broadcast the message for three days in a row, and except for the children, everyone in the village that had received special care was still almost in a state of mental weakness.

After all, children do sleep well. Once they feel sleepy, no matter if there are other children crying or firecrackers being set off next to their ears, it will not disturb their sleep.

It is different for adults. There is no way to avoid it. The older people get, the worse their sleep becomes. Add to that the pressure of the crying children who they cannot see in the middle of the night, and it becomes even more difficult to sleep.

After all, who in these parts of the world hasn't had a few extra girls drowned?

Of course, there are also families who are lucky enough to give birth to several sons in a row. In this case, if they have one or two daughters, they will naturally not care too much and just raise them.

There are also some who are not so heartbroken, like Xiaohua and Yezi's family, whose first child was a daughter, and then they had another or two daughters before they had a son.

But who dares to say that they absolutely do not have sisters, aunts, aunts (grandfather’s sisters), aunts (grandmother’s sisters), great aunts (grandfather’s sisters), and great aunts (grandmother’s sisters) who died young?

As long as it exists, it is inevitable that I will associate it with these cries, but I don’t realize that there may be one that belongs to them?

Yes, the villagers have already tacitly accepted that these are the cries of baby girls.

They thought that the female babies who died young were still resentful and had come back to make trouble.

In order to suppress the baby girls who had been dead for who knows how long, they even dug up the bones again, exposed them to the sun, and then tempered them with various talismans, chicken blood, peach wood, and cinnabar in an attempt to suppress them by force.

Yes, they knew that the baby girls were resentful, but they never tried to resolve the resentment, they only thought about how to suppress it.

Unfortunately, all means have been exhausted, and when the time comes, the crying and shouting sound rang out on time.

Xia Zhizhi was as still as a mountain. She just wrote some articles in her space every day and watched these people struggle.

After half a month of hard work, perhaps because of poor sleep or guilt, all the villagers had sunken cheeks and dark circles under their eyes, and they really felt like they were haunted by a fierce ghost.

It was not until half a month later that Xia Zhizhi put on a headgear with white hair and beard, put on a voice changer, and dressed up like a thin old man.

Ah Ju turned into a handsome young boy. She rang the bell and carried her bag on her back. She walked into Duanyan Village and stopped the village chief. She looked him up and down. She pretended to count on her fingers, then slapped her thigh and said with regret: "Alas, I am late. It seems that the weather has turned out to be bad!"

The villages near the commune have recently been disturbed by crying sounds at night. All kinds of demigods and immortals have taken turns to intervene and have tried every possible method, but unfortunately nothing has worked. No one has a clue where the conflict lies.

Xia Zhizhi had asked Ah Ju to place the player after careful calculation. If you stand in this position and listen, it seems to be coming from the left, and if you walk to the left, it seems to be coming from the back. There is no way to locate where the sound is coming from.

Anyway, there was a sound, a sound coming from all directions around the village.

Hearing what Xia Zhizhi said, the old man, who had originally looked listless and haggard, instantly became energetic. The old man had dark skin, a thin body, and wrinkles on his face. He smiled like a very kind, warm and simple old farmer. He asked Xia Zhizhi: "Master, what is your name? Where do you practice?"

Xia Zhizhi looked like she didn't want to talk about it anymore, so she introduced herself briefly: "I am a disciple of Zhongnanshan, my last name is Xia, and he is my adopted apprentice. I thought he was old enough to see the world, so I took him on a tour. When we passed by here, I noticed from a distance that the mountains were covered with dark clouds and full of resentment. I wonder if anything unusual has happened in the village?"

After hearing what he said, the village chief didn't care whether he was a liar or not. He was desperate and said with a bitter face, "Master Xia, you don't know. We don't know what happened in this village either. Half a month ago, a baby girl suddenly cried at night. We tried all kinds of methods, but nothing worked. We are all miserable."

Xia Zhizhi asked meaningfully what method was used.

She pretended to ask the village chief to take her to see the place where the bodies were buried.

The village chief called a large group of people and took Xia Zhizhi on a long tour of the village.

After the shopping, Xia Zhizhi's face changed, she slapped her thigh vigorously, and said in annoyance: "You, you, hey, it's too late!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Zhizhi pulled Ah Ju and was about to leave.

The village chief must have been reluctant to let her go, so he stopped her.

Xia Zhizhi said, "It's not that I don't want to help you. At the beginning, if you hadn't been so extreme, maybe there would have been a way to save the situation. But look at what you have done. This has become a trend. You have done things so ruthlessly. Now that things have come to this, how can we dispel their resentment?"

The other villagers in the village were very upset and kept begging: "Master Xia, please think of a solution. We can't just let them cry like this. We won't be able to rest well at night, so how can we have the energy to work during the day?"

Xia Zhizhi said with a look of disappointment, "It's already so late and you're still thinking about doing things. Do you think that listening to these baby girls crying every night will only disturb your sleep?"

Xia Zhizhi asked them: "Look at your faces. Do you feel that you have been lacking energy and in a trance recently?"

The villagers nodded repeatedly.

This is normal. Anyone who does not sleep well for half a month will feel exhausted.

Xia Zhizhi continued to talk nonsense: "This is exactly what the wronged ghosts are doing every night. I'm afraid it won't be long before your lives are in danger!"

A man shouted, "Haunted by evil spirits? Humph! I don't believe that. If you have the guts to come to me, I can get rid of her the first time, and I can get rid of him the second time!"

Xia Zhizhi turned her head to look at the person who was speaking, then pretended to pinch her fingers, her face changed drastically, and she said, "Do you have two more boys in your family, one seven years old and one five years old?"

The man nodded yes.

Xia Zhizhi said with great regret: "Alas, what a pity! The girls are very resentful, some of them towards you and some towards those children. Even if your children grow up, I'm afraid they won't be able to continue the family line!"