"Some people have died in the village recently."

Cousin Wang Hu took a sip of wine, put down the glass, frowned, and said solemnly.

"Dead person?"

The king was also a little surprised. He couldn't understand what was so strange about the dead. There weren't many people who didn't have enough to eat or wear warm these days. There were probably quite a few people who starved to death every day. So the death of people wasn't something strange. Could it be that the way they died was a relatively small number?

Weird?

"These people died in weird ways?"

The uncle sitting opposite seemed to notice his doubts. He took a sip of wine and explained, which proved that he was not wrong.

"That's right."

Cousin Wang Hu ate some peanuts and his head seemed to be clearer, so he slowly told the story,

"Three people have died in the village in a row in the past few days. The first one to die was Wang Qishan who lived at the end of the village. As you know, Wang Qishan has been ill. One night, he dreamed of his deceased old man.

Dad, let him drink the spring water from the mountain, and it can cure the disease. Of course Wang Qishan didn't believe it, but he dreamed of his father again the next day, and said: The father will not harm the son, son, if you want to cure the disease, you must listen

My words."

Wang Qishan woke up the next day and told his mother about the incident. His mother was also confused. She actually said that it was his father who was blessing him from heaven, so she entrusted him with a dream and asked him to go quickly. Who knows, this drink of water

He drank continuously like a starving ghost reincarnated, and in the end he was strangled to death.

"So weird?"

After listening to his cousin's story, Wang Ye couldn't help but frown. Wang Qishan's death was strange from beginning to end.

"Who says it's not?"

Cousin Wang Hu sighed,

"What's even weirder is that that night, Wang Qishan's cousin Wang Qifeng also had a dream. He also dreamed of his father, telling him that deep in the cave on the mountain, there was a treasure chest belonging to the ancestor of Wangjiacun, which contained more than a dozen gold bars.

He was greedy for money, so he and his son went up the mountain all night to dig for treasure. They didn't want to slip and fall down the mountain. During the roll, they hit their heads on the rocks and died after taking a few breaths."

He took a bite and continued,

"The third person to die was Wang Si in the middle of the village. He had been injured in his lower body in his early years and had never been able to have children. Many people knew about this. But that night, he dreamed that the old Chinese doctor who had treated him before asked him to go to the hospital.

He went to collect medicine from the ivy cliff on the mountain, which could cure his illness, but he fell off the cliff and died on the spot."

After listening to his cousin Wang Hu's story, Wang Ye frowned.

Three people, different times, but the cause of death is related to dreams. No matter how you look at it, this thing is weird, like being possessed.

"Why do these three people seem to be possessed by evil spirits?"

He expressed his guess.

"Who says it's not?"

Auntie said at this time,

"The people in the village said the same thing, and they are planning to ask the Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain to exorcise evil spirits. But at this juncture, who dares to do this?"

"That's right."

The uncle took a sip of wine,

"In addition, since the New Year is approaching, this matter will be dropped, but no one will go out at night."

After a pause, he continued,

"Okay, the Chinese New Year is almost here. It's useless to talk about this matter. Let's eat quickly."

"Yes, yes."

Auntie agreed,

"Ah Ye, hurry up and eat. You've been traveling all day. I guess you're tired too. Hurry up and eat and have a good rest."

"Okay aunt."

Wang Ye nodded in agreement, but he was still thinking about this matter in his heart.

Did he know that the world is not as simple as it seems on the surface, there are ghosts and demons, so the three people are most likely possessed by evil spirits, but it is difficult to say whether it is ghosts or demons that are causing trouble.

This matter can be investigated tomorrow.

After all, Wangjiacun is where "he" grew up, and his uncle's family still lives in the village.

However, for such a small village like Wangjiacun to have such a weird thing happen, it is really a little devil.

Wang Ye sighed inwardly. After eating, he picked up his luggage and the Wushuang Sword Box, and walked towards his house with his cousin holding the mattress.

The sky was dotted with stars, and the bright moon hung high. The moonlight shining down guided the two of them on the way forward. However, the original owner's home was not far from the uncle's house. After a while, they arrived at the original owner's home.

There were two stone and wood structure huts at right angles, and a small yard surrounded by two low earth walls.

"Bah, bah, bah!"

Opening the courtyard door, the two of them walked straight to the door of the house directly in front. Wang Ye took out the key he took from his uncle's house, unlocked the door, and pushed the door open. The dust suddenly hit their faces, making the two of them almost cough.

.

"I originally planned to clean your house tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to come back today."

Cousin Wang Hu waved his hand to disperse the dust in front of him.

"It's okay, there's just a layer of light gray on the table."

Wang Ye dusted off his hands and said,

"I'll just clean it up myself tomorrow."

He put his luggage and sword box in the room, took the quilt from his cousin Wang Hu, and asked him to go back quickly.

"Okay, cousin, go back."

Cousin Wang Hu said, "You don't need my help?"

"It's really not necessary."

Wang Ye pushed his cousin Wang Hu out of the door and asked him to go back quickly. Seeing that it was indeed getting late, his cousin Wang Hu said he should go to bed early and left.

After sending away his cousin Wang Hu, he had time to look around the house. There was no furniture in the house, only a few chairs and a table.

There is a room on each side. The room on the right used to be where his parents lived, and the room on the left is his.

Wang Ye carried the bedding and sheets into the room on the left. There was only a wooden bed and a table in the room. He spread the bedding and sheets on the bed, and then went to bed to rest. Nothing else was important. <

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Chapter completed!