Chapter 001 Mountain Village Killing Corpses

The sound of Xiao's resentment is long and sad.

The sky is hazy, and after the rain, the fog evaporates.

Baitou Mountain, the water cliff, the river under the cliff, hundreds of cypress trees on the bank of the ten-mile river, and the leaves are red and weeping blood.

Mu Xiangdong sat lonely on a huge stone on the edge of the cliff, his fingers beating rhythmically, and a melodious tune came out of the flute tube, floating on the cliff and overflowing the riverside.

Mu Xiangdong is 11 years old this year. He is a son of the Mu family in Jiangcheng. He is talented and intelligent. He has been reading poetry and etiquette since he was a child. He is modest and loves rhythm. His father, Mu Hongying, is a famous rich local businessman. He runs a silk and satin business. He is upright and kind, which is highly respected by the villagers. This business is also doing well and prosperous.

However, the world is unpredictable. In recent days, Mu Hongying has been framed by her opponents because she was too straightforward and not smooth in the business field. It goes without saying that she has been imprisoned since then.

In such a short time, the merchants in the business field in the past heard that the Mu family had offended the government. Under the balance of their interests, they were afraid of implicating themselves and cut off their contact with the Mu family. Since then, the Mu family's business has also been depressed, but half a year has been unable to make ends meet. Mu Hongying's hearing this, he has not recovered from prison.

Half a month after Mu Hongying's death, the Mu family followed his ancestral instructions and returned to his hometown for burial. A few days later, the family lived in the old house in Mujia Village, but no one mentioned returning to the city.

It was Ri Mu Xiangdong who felt bored and came to the edge of the water cliff to play the flute as usual.

"Brother Dong, no, no, it's not good."

Just as Mu Xiangdong was intoxicated, a child came to the mountain road, about eight or nine years old, with a face like crown and jade, with two horns combed on his head. At this time, the weather was hot, and the child was wearing a blue shirt and ran all the way up, with a sweat on his face.

"Xiao Wan, if you have something to say slowly, what kind of style is it in such a hurry?"

"Can I not be in a hurry? Uncle Ying's grave was dug up, said, said that he was a member of the government, and said that he was born in the drought. I don't understand. Hurry up, go back and have a look, hurry up!"

"Xiao Wan, what are you talking about!"

Mu Xiangdong's heart was shocked. His father's unjust death had made him miserable in prison, but now he doesn't even have peace after his death.

"Uncle Ying's grave was dug up by the officials, saying that he was born in the drought."

The child was afraid that Mu Xiangdong would not hear it clearly, so he spoke vigorously and quickly and said it again.

Mu Xiangdong clenched his fist and grabbed the pipe in his hand.

This drought is originally a folk rumor, and it is more used to slander people.

In the past, it was said that there was no rain after a long drought, but suddenly found that there was moist soil in the grave of someone's new grave, and it was said that there was a drought in the grave.

It is said that drought can drink all the water in the world and like to eat live chickens raw. Therefore, the new grave with drought is not only wet and warm, but also hides a lot of chicken feathers in the grave. This is also a sign of testing drought. If both conditions are true, the body must be exhumed and burned to death.

In recent months, Guanyang County, where Mujia Village is located, has had a drought. It hasn't rained for a while, but this is also a few months ago, and his father's burial is only about a month.

"These dogs are sissy, I fought with them."

Throwing away the child, Mu Xiangdong ran straight down the mountain despite the thorns beside the mountain road. His clothes were torn apart and made a rustling sound, and the thorns cut through the skin and oozed drops of crystal blood. At this time, Mu Xiangdong was extremely angry. Compared with the tingling pain of thorns, what was more painful was the deep depression in his heart. This drought is often an excuse for some people to take revenge and vent their anger. Not only will the body of the tomb owner be dug out and killed, but also his family will not be able to raise their heads and be spurned from it.

At this time, a group of officials dressed as government officials were digging the grave with iron hoeing to make a series of tinkling sounds.

Mu Xiangdong's mother, Li Shi, was captured with both hands and dragged to the outside of the ancestral grave. Her body twisted crazily to stop the other party. She kept shouting, and tears had already bursting through her face. At this time, her clothes were cut into long cracks because of the hard tearing relationship, stained with mud.

A group of Mu's family members were stopped on the periphery by the government officials, and they were full of righteous indignation and almost wanted to rush up.

"If you and other unruly people hinder me from performing their official duties again, I will deal with a crime of confusion."

A middle-aged man dressed in a county magistrate's uniform cleared his voice and pretended to be majestic. From his too fat body, it can be seen that this person must not be good.

"This kind of beast came out of Mujia Village, and as a parent official, I also feel shameless. As fellow people, you should have been ashamed of this, but now you have gathered a crowd to obstruct our law enforcement. Although it is of the same origin, I somewhat understand your mood at this time, but I have no choice but to do it for the safety of more people. You should understand the intention of this official. If this drought is born, it will be thousands of miles away, and the creatures in this city can't be spared. If you know the general situation, don't get together here any more.

The county magistrate said in a good way, it can be said that it is full of official genealogy, and even such a thing that damages the virtue is an excellent performance opportunity in his opinion.

"Bah, your government is snobbish. If something happens, it's probably made up by you. Don't you think so?"

The county magistrate was still chattering endlessly. A young man from the Mu family immediately stood up and said ironically.

"That's right."

When others agree, they will rush into the government officials.

The county magistrate's face turned black. He was treated like this by several mountain villagers in the district, and his old face really couldn't hang up.

"Adult, look, there are really a lot of chicken feathers in this grave."

Suddenly, a government official shouted, and the county magistrate's face suddenly bloomed with a gloating expression, with a great charm of 'You're right.

The expressions of the Mu family were stunned and there was no sound.

"Impossible, impossible. The master has been upright all his life, and you must have framed him.

Li roared at a group of government officials, and his voice was hoarse and thought that he had been tossed for a long time.

"Humph, a group of unruly people."

A Taoist man dressed in black and wearing a black veil next to his face suddenly opened his mouth and snorted coldly, but he heard a young man.

As soon as this word came out, the Mu family were fixed in the same place as if they had been locked. At this time, Mu Xiangdong also arrived and was about to rush up to prevent a group of government officials from being fixed like everyone.

"Withered leaf Taoist priest, I'm here to help you."

The county magistrate obediently said respectfully to the Taoist people.

The Taoist did not make a sound, but went straight to the grave and tossed the coffin out of **. He first took out two brilliant charms from his arms, and there were no other actions. The charms threw his hand straight out and fixed them on top of the coffin. With the chanting arrays in the Taoist population, the charm shot out the golden light, and finally the golden awn became more and more intertwined into a big net to cover the coffin.

Then, the Taoist didn't know where to call out a fiery short sword, and didn't think much about it. With one hand, the flying sword pierced the coffin under its control.

At the same time, there was a hiss in the coffin, which sounded like a devil sobbing and a mountain cat crying. It turned pale in the hearts of the audience's hearts. Not only was there a grunt in his heart, but it seemed that this rumor was true. If there was a real monster born, it was no need to eat human blood and blood. Thinking of this, if it hadn't been for the legal residence, everyone might have dispersed at this time and didn't care about his ethnicity. It seems that this dangerous matter still needs to be dealt with by the government.

Mu Xiangdong's mother Li's expression was frozen at this time, and her heart was not expedient for a moment. Only Mu Xiangdong still stared at the county magistrates and others with his eyes hotly. Although what happened was beyond his understanding, Mu Xiangdong firmly believed that this was not the case.

The next scene made Mu Xiangdong and his mother Li's heart almost collapse.

Mu Hongying's body was captured from the coffin by the Taoist method. It can be seen from afar. Mu Hongying's eyes were round at this time, her face was dark, and there were air-dried blood stains on the corners of her mouth. Several chicken feathers hung on it, looking ferocious and horrible.

"No, it's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Mu Xiangdong could not accept that his father had become a walking dead monster, but the facts made him have to believe it in front of him.

After a brief stagnation, Mu Hongying's body began to struggle in the golden net as if he was awake, and his black nails passed through the mesh mouth made people feel creepy. As his body twisted, a blood hole through his chest was gushed out of the wine-yellow thick liquid.

"Lord Qin, this beast has been suppressed by me. Next, you need a few bold government officials to divide it into nine and eighty-one pieces with this knife, and then burn it with the real fire I gave you."

When talking to the county magistrate, the Taoist man waved a dark knife with one hand, on which 18 black ghost heads were cast and neatly bit on the back of the knife.

The county magistrate respectfully took the big knife and ordered his left and right to follow the instructions of the Taoist.

In a moment, several bolder yi yimen dismembered Mu Hongying in the golden net with a big knife. It can be said that the poor man was righteous before his death, but his soul still could not be at peace after death. Even if he is as strong as the east, his heart is completely defeated and painful at this time.

The county orders and a group of government officials looked at the strange head still screaming in the fire and smiled strangely, but their faces were no different from the monster.

"Lord Qin, have you seen enough of the bustle? This matter has come to an end. The promise promised the Taoist before will not go back on your word."

Seeing the Taoist in black talking to him, although the other party's tone was very bad, the county magistrate immediately withdrew his gesture and said yes.

After getting an affirmative reply from the other party, the Taoist in black did not say anything and went straight to set up the red flying sword to resist the wind, causing all the government officials to exclaim the immortals repeatedly.

After the Taoist people flew away, the Mu family finally regained their ability to move at this time. They no longer had to rush into the officials and cleaned up their mood and dispersed to the front village. Only a few cousins who were closer to Mu Xiangdong came to comfort them and then went home. So many incredible things happened. After the love, the villagers of Mujia Village suddenly became silent and depressed. These are unacceptable to their ability to understand, and they are somewhat frightened.

Looking at his father's body being so cheap, Mu Xiangdong and the only girl left in the family knelt down to help their mother who was about to fall to the ground. Mu Xiangdong secretly vowed to find out the cause of the matter. Although he asked himself what happened in front of him, he always felt too strange.

Night fell and the sky gradually darkened.

What happened during the day made Mujia Village more quiet than usual, and the lights in each house were obviously extinguished earlier than before. Things during the day have made the villagers physically and mentally exhausted, and they all closed their doors early and stopped going out.

Deep at night, several figures suddenly rushed out of the village road of Mujia Village, and the appearance of jumping in the dusk and cold moon twisted in the direction of the village like a drunk.