Chapter 18 Funeral 18┃ Village of Death Curse.

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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 18 Funeral 18┃ Village of Death Curse."

weight="95731"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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Li Jinghao.

"Could it be just a coincidence? After all, Li's surname is the common surname." Wei Dong said.

Ke Xun stood up: "Go ask, maybe the old man can provide something."

The two ran to the old man's yard.

Entering the room and knocking on the inner door, the old man raised his muddy, dead eyes and looked at the two of them: "What's the matter?"

"Let me ask, who is the dead person?" Ke Xun was straightforward.

"Why don't you know? Who are you?" The old man's tone suddenly became vigilant, and his two stone-carved eyes suddenly moved, slowly emerging a strange and hideous look.

Ke Xun was taken aback, and quickly pointed to the linen strip with cursed words on his waist and showed it to the old man: "I'm here to help, you see, I haven't studied since I was a kid because I have a bad brain. So, I can’t remember who said anything to me. After helping me for two days, I suddenly forgot who it was that died. Thinking that this is a bit disrespectful to the deceased, I hurried over to ask your old man."

The old man stared at Ke Xun with his lifeless eyes for a long time, until he stared at Ke Xun so that his heart was hairy, then finally he said: "It's Li Mazi's weird that's dead. I'm sorry that there is no one in his house anymore. The folks in these villages all helped."

Deformities are called grotesques, and people in the countryside like to use bad names to support them.

Ke Xun asked again: "How did the monster die?"

The old man gave him a gloomy look: "It's not easy to be that way, it's not easy to live so big."

Wei Dong remembered the topic he had just chatted with Ke Xun, and hurriedly asked: "What is the relationship between his father and his mother?"

Old man: "Husband and wife."

Weidong: "..."

Ke Xun rolled his eyes: "Is there anyone in the village who has enemies with Li Mazi's family?"

I remembered the curse of the three locust trees and cypress coffin that Mu Yiran said.

The old man stared at him gloomily: "Everyone is folks from the village, so what hate can they have."

"Who beat that weird coffin?" Ke Xun got goose bumps when the old man stared.

The old man looked strange: "He is afraid that no one will care about the strangeness after he died, and before death, he will let the strangers lay down in advance."

This is weird, Ke Xun is puzzled, unless Guaiguai's parents don't know that the pure cypress wooden coffin was struck by thunder from the sky.

"Then when were the three locust trees next to his house planted, do you know?" Ke Xun asked.

The look of the old man was even more weird, the color of his face was grayed out at the speed visible to the naked eye, a pair of cloudy eyes were full of ferocious and ferocious, two eyeballs protruded vigorously, and his dry mouth was torn apart quickly, revealing nothing. The black-red gums of the teeth and the smelly mouth were wide open, and he said stiffly: "What locust tree, there is no locust tree. Who are you who dare to break into Lijia Village. Lijia Village has not allowed outsiders to enter for thousands of years, you , Death, death, death—"

As he said, his mouth opened wider and wider, like a bottomless black hole, rushing towards Ke Xun and Wei Dong!

"Run!" Ke Xun yelled, grabbing Wei Dong who was frightened on the spot and fleeing.

The two rushed out of the yard without looking back. Wei Dong had never ran so fast in his life. Under Ke Xun's pull, he felt that his legs were no longer legs. Six out of ten could not touch the ground. Individuals are swaying up and down in the air.

Looking at his legs, he couldn't make a fuss, and he fell to the ground with a hungry dog.

When he raised his face with a mouthful of dirt, there were a few more feet in his sight, and then he saw Ke Xun's feet rushing to the head of the feet. Through the distance between the toes, Wei Dong calculated Ke Xun pursed his lips and can almost reach Mu Yiran's face.

"Reporter, someone wants to eat us." Ke Xun asked for comfort and hugs.

The big guy rewarded him with a cold eye for him to experience.

"What's the matter?" the doctor asked.

Ke Xun looked back and saw that the old man did not catch up. He briefly said what had just happened, and then asked these people: "Did you find any clues?"

"We..." The doctor looked slightly complicated, "had a shocking discovery."

After Mu Yiran and Ke Xun separated, they first went to the village to find the home of the village chief.

The village chief is the head of a village. Generally speaking, the place where he lives should be the largest and best house in the whole village, so everyone quickly found the goal.

However, there is no one in the village chief's house, and dust accumulates in the house, as if no one has lived in a long time.

Mu Yiran found a family tree and village chronicles in the small ancestral hall of the village chief’s house.

Sure enough, all the villagers in this village are of the same ancestor and clan, and their ancestors served as the royal blessings during the Warring States Period.

Legend has it that Zongzhu can communicate with ghosts and gods, and his magical skills and witchcraft are only passed on to the direct line, not to outsiders.

Therefore, the ancestors of the Li family made clan rules, and their descendants will live here forever, and they are not allowed to leave, branch, marry with foreign surnames, or come privately with outsiders.

Looking at the entire genealogy, no matter the husband and wife, all have the surname Li.

In the whole village, there is no one with a foreign surname.

"... Their ancestors are crazy," Wei Dong wiped his mouth in surprise, "Is this encouraging close relatives to get married?!"

"Witch Gu is originally a kind of distorted evil and unreasonable existence." Mu Yiran said coldly, "We don't have to care about whether their family rules are in accordance with the law, we just need to know that this village is like a lost one. The ground is the same, and it has been in a closed state, disconnected from the outside world."

Ke Xun interface: "Then the problem comes."

Mu Yiran looked at everyone: "Combined with what happened to Ke Xun and the others just now, since this village is cut off from the outside world and resists outsiders entering, then, who painted this painting itself? How did this painting spread? Out?"

Everyone suddenly gave initiation, their eyes flashed.

Ke Xun raised his hand: "Boss, is there Li Jinghao's name in the genealogy?"

Mu Yiran glanced at him: "No."

Ke Xun scratched his head: "Is that a coincidence?"

Mu Yiran's eyes moved slightly: "Not necessarily, many painters have used names, or they have given themselves names that are on the stage after becoming famous."

Wei Dong interjected: "This is difficult, who knows who will give themselves another name later."

"Since it is known that the author of the painting is Li Jinghao," Mu Yiran said, "then the first problem is solved, and the second problem is how did the painting spread, or how did this Li Jinghao enter the village and paint Took this picture, and then took it out."

"If Li Jinghao is a native of the village, it would not be surprising to be able to paint this painting," the doctor said. "But the village stipulates that the villagers are not allowed to communicate with the outside world and are not allowed to leave the village, so there is no way to explain how this painting is. It went outside."

"The last discovery," Mu Yiran said to Ke Xun and Wei Dong, "We went around the houses in the whole village and didn't see a living person."

"What, what do you mean?" Wei Dong shivered.

"In all the houses, there are different thicknesses of dust," the doctor said. "It can be seen that no one has lived for a long time, but we have not found any dead bodies or coffins in these houses."

"In these dwellings, the thing we have seen the most," Mu Yiran has a deep gaze, "is the tablet."

Ke Xun raised his eyebrows: "Meaning that these villagers are already dead?"

Mu Yiran nodded slightly: "It is speculated that this is the case. We checked against the names on the genealogy, and the names on the tablets are all on the genealogy."

Ke Xun rubbed his chin and wondered: "Could this village have ever had an infectious disease like the plague? Or was it a natural disaster? Otherwise, how could so many people have died?"

Mu Yiran said indifferently: "The thickness of the dust in the houses is different, which shows that these people did not die in the same time period."

The doctor nodded: "It should be a few years or more than a dozen years later."

Wei Dong twitched his mouth, "Should it be because the life span is not long because of the marriage of close relatives?"

Mu Yiran's eyes twitched slightly: "It is more likely that these people are all cursed to death?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.

Ke Xun was the first to react: "So what you mean is that the three locust trees next to Guaiguai's house are actually not only cursing the Guaiguai family, but... the entire Lijia Village?!"

"I think so." Mu Yiran nodded.

Wei Dong was speechless: "Who has such a big hatred, curse a village."

Ke Xun suddenly asked: "But why did the old man say that there were no locust trees? Although he later bitten people madly at a disagreement, I think what he said is not like a shame in not telling us."

Mu Yiran cast his eyes down and thought, and suddenly walked away. Everyone looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

Once again under the three old locust trees outside the strange family's courtyard, Mu Yiran looked up at the grimace on the tree.

Ke Xun followed and saw that these grimace faces seemed to protrude more than they did in the morning. The whole face with his head was almost out of the tree trunk. Only the back of his head was slightly connected to the bark. Numerous huge knots hang on the tree, looking very disgusting.

"Have you noticed," Ke Xun touched Mu Yiran with his elbow. "These grimace faces seem to have gender. Do you look at this face, does it look like an aunt? And that one, with a beard, The one above looks like a seven or eight-year-old boy. Look over there. Under the old lady's face is a baby's face, both men and women.

"Yeah." Mu Yiran was not surprised, he had obviously found out.

"I suddenly had an idea," Ke Xun said as he glanced between these grimace faces, "Do you think these faces are just..."

"The faces of all the dead villagers." Mu Yiran answered calmly.

Ke Xun reached out to a grimace at the root of the tree: "...Liu Yufei."

Mu Yiran's gaze followed the direction of his fingers, and he saw that this grimace looked like a new one, and it was gray in color. Unlike other grimaces, the color was dark to black and gray.

The facial features of this grimace resemble Liu Yufei, and even at the top of his head, there is a small braid-shaped bark.

Its facial features are extremely distorted, maintaining the painful expression of Liu Yufei's tragic death, but this pain carries endless resentment. In the position of the black hole, it seems to have two invisible eyes, resenting viciously, death. Staring at Mu Yiran and Ke Xun.

Mu Yiran and the two eye sockets looked at each other for a moment, and did not move at all. Instead, they walked a few steps around the tree and found the faces of the five people who died before Liu Yufei.

"In this way, these three trees were not planted." Mu Yiran said, "In the painting, it is just an image, not a real tree."

"No wonder the old man said there were no trees," Ke Xun said. "Speaking of the old man, why hasn't he been cursed to death? Will he be the only one left in the whole village?"

"Go and see."

Mu Yiran said he was about to leave, but Ke Xun grabbed his arm: "The old man has gone crazy, didn't you want to die now?"

Zhang Maolin next to him hurriedly echoed: "Yes, yes, it's better to find the seal as soon as it is dark!"

Mu Yiran glanced towards the direction where the old man lived, and said lightly: "I have a guess about the old man's identity."