"OK."

"Brother, let's not hide what you said, the situation in our village only happened half a month ago. It was calm before, living and working in peace and peace."

“You don’t even have to close the door at night.”

"Since the child of Widow Chen in our village was lost, one after another, and it can be said that a nightmare started from Widow Chen's house."

"In the past half month, I will lose a child every day, and most of them are at night."

"So in the evening, every household closes the doors and locks them, and even doesn't light the oil lamp, for fear that the monster will know that someone in the family will be killed by it."

"Have you ever investigated?" Chen Bufan took a sip of tea.

A little bitter.

Still a little astringent.

It would be nice for rural people to have tea, but Chen Bufan didn't pick on it.

I'm not here to drink tea.

"Why didn't there? Someone found the lost child in the back mountain and turned into a mummy, looking very terrible."

"We organized people to go to the mountains during the day, but we found nothing and lost two young and middle-aged people."

"Oh! I went to the back mountain yesterday, but I still found nothing."

"Old man, that thing is only attacking the child?"

"No! A strong man will also be, but when it takes the initiative, children are more likely to suffer."

"I understand." Chen Bufan nodded.

"Brother, since you are a cultivator, can you help us? I am so grateful." The old man said and stood up.
Chapter completed!