Dressed as Jackie Chan Aotian, countless big guys are vying to be my dog ​​licker

"These footprints do look like those of animals." Yan Lu said after looking at the footprints on the ground.

Xie Huanyan was a little surprised when he heard this. He took a closer look at the footprints, only to find that what seemed to him to be messy human footprints had been replaced by animal hoofprints.

There are traces of pig's and horse's hooves on the ground.

It actually corresponds to the rumored pig carrying the sedan chair and Butcher Zhang on horseback.

He took a closer look at the footprints a few more times, and then slowly came to the wooden board where the butcher's body had been placed.

I saw some unspeakable marks on the wooden board, as if liquid had penetrated into the ground through the wooden board, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air... The layout of the entire ancestral hall is square.

He saw countless plaques hanging in the ancestral hall. Xie Wangyan squinted for a moment and only recognized a "House of Great Benevolence", while countless names of ancestors were placed on the table where incense was offered.

The oil in the eternal lamp below has long been burned out. It is not known whether no one came to add sesame oil after the strange things happened in Sifang Town, or whether it happened to be after Butcher Zhang faked the corpse.

Inexplicably, even though there were only a few of them in the ancestral hall at this time, Xie Wangyan still felt an unspeakable sense of depression.

Xiaohan beside him kept grabbing his wrist, as if those plaques and the wooden board where Zhang Butcher had been placed were frightening to him.

"Retribution is all retribution."

Just as a few people were exploring Sifang Town, a familiar voice sounded outside the ancestral hall again.

Xie Wangyan turned around and found that it was the old man who had appeared in Sifang Town before. He was squatting on the ground at the entrance of the ancestral hall. His clothes were in tatters and he looked like he was crazy.

Thinking that the old man had been staying in the ancestral hall to eat, Xie Wangyan hesitated for a moment, and then walked over with Xiaohan.

"Excuse me." Xie Wangyan looked at the old man, "What retribution are you talking about?"

The old man raised his cloudy eyes and glanced at Xie Huayan. He seemed unable to understand the sentences in his words. He just kept talking to himself, "Retribution, retribution."

What exactly is retribution?

Of course Xie Wangyan still remembered what the young man from Taiqing Villa just mentioned, saying that according to the custom of Sifang Town, if a corpse is rotten and dripping, a filial son or grandson must step forward to lick the corpse water off the ground, otherwise it will Something big has happened.

But this custom in Sifang Town sounds like it has been going on for thousands of years. Is this the first time that this happened to Butcher Zhang?

He wanted to ask more questions, but he saw that Yan Lu had already walked to the old man's side——

"Did you hear anything in the ancestral hall during those days?"

According to the residents of Sifang Town.

During the month of morgue, Butcher Zhang’s body stayed in the ancestral hall.

But since the day Butcher Zhang died, the dreams of young men and women in Sifang Town have seen Butcher Zhang welcoming their bride. And in this month, butcher Zhang, who is supposed to have the protection of his ancestors and whose body would not rot, did. There was even water dripping onto the ground, which was obviously a bad omen.

Those who saw the wedding team escaping successfully woke up from the nightmare.

As for those who didn't wake up, they just died in their sleep - presumably they encountered the wedding party but failed to escape smoothly.

Xie Wangyan thought about it for a while, but still couldn't figure it out. Besides, even if Butcher Zhang had made a living by killing pigs before, it doesn't make sense that all the people carrying the sedan chair were pigs walking upright, right?

"...I heard a pig's cry." The old man suddenly said after hearing Yan Lu's inquiry.

"Pig barking?"

"Hehe, it's the scream of a pig." The old man nodded suddenly, and then continued to sit in the corner, "Retribution, all retribution."

...It can't be the wronged soul of the killed pig, coming to take revenge, right?

Xie Wangyan listened with questions in his head.

Seeing that Yan Lu couldn't ask anything, he looked at Xie Wangyan and the other monks behind him, "I'm going to go to Butcher Zhang's house."

……

Butcher Zhang’s home is in a lively place in Sifang Town.

Near the market center of Sifang Town, there were some pig pens in his backyard. As soon as he got close to Butcher Zhang's house, Xie Wayan felt like he wanted to vomit.

There was not only a strong smell of blood and flesh in the other party's home, but also the stench of the pigsty behind the house and the smell of rotting pig waste.

These smells were mixed together, causing several monks listening to Xuefeng to cover their mouths and noses.

Xie Yanyan held up his knees and retched for a moment before dragging Xiaohan, who was feeling nothing beside him, into Butcher Zhang's home.

At the door of Butcher Zhang's house are some chopping boards with iron hooks specially made by him to hang fresh pork. Inside is where Butcher Zhang lives.

There weren't many things inside, and the floor was greasy that couldn't be cleaned.

The pigsty in the backyard was empty until a few people arrived at Butcher Zhang's house. The young man from Taiqing Villa just escorted them in.

He pointed to the pig pen and said, "The pigs collected by Butcher Zhang are usually kept in the pig pen in the backyard."

"Because of the strong smell here and the fact that Butcher Zhang is a man of few words, the residents of Sifang Town don't like to get close."

"That day, Butcher Zhang died suddenly at home. Someone also discovered that Butcher Zhang, who had been out at his stall every day, had never left his stall. It was only after he sensed something was wrong that he discovered Butcher Zhang's body."

The young man briefly explained the situation of Butcher Zhang. From this, it seemed that the monks at Taiqing Villa had already investigated Butcher Zhang thoroughly before turning to Kunlun for help.

Xie Wangyan took a closer look at Butcher Zhang's home.

He felt that the decoration in the other party's home was very simple. He carefully recalled the plaque on the ancestral hall that said "The House of Great Kindness" and couldn't help but ask -

"The Great Good House in the ancestral hall is also related to Sifang Town?"

The young man looked at Xie Wangyan, he pondered for a moment and said, "I've never heard of this."

"Maybe it was an ancestor from Sifang Town who took the plaque after doing a righteous act."