The villain is ill

Just when the villagers were about to break in, Qingtang stepped forward and opened the door.

More than a dozen villagers rushed in, and they saw Fan Lao Er tied to the pillar at a glance. His voice was hoarse at this time, and he lowered his head and did not make a sound.

Several villagers stepped forward and questioned Qingchuan next to him.

"What's the matter? Why are you tied up?"

"Where are you from, why have I never seen you?"

"Help Fan Laoer untie it."

Before Qing Chuan could make a sound, he saw a few villagers rushing forward to untie the rope, but he would not let him go, stomping his foot, the villagers backed away as if being pushed.

One of the burly young men in their twenties staggered, but did not retreat. He stepped forward and pushed Qing Chuan away, "You stranger, what are you doing to tie up people in our village?"

While talking, he rushed to Fan Laoer's side, "Second Uncle Fan, I'll untie it for you."

Mindful of the presence of all powerless mortals, Qing Chuan didn't use his strength, and now he was pushed inexplicably, but he was a little angry. He was about to pull the young man away when he suddenly heard a scream.

"Ahhh!!! Let me go, let me go!"

It was none other than the young man who was untying the rope for Fan Laoer. His neck was bitten tightly by Fan Laoer, and the bright red blood was gushing out from the bite.

The young man tried desperately to break free, but was bitten tighter and tighter.

All the villagers were frightened by this sudden change, how dare they step forward to stop it.

Qing Chuan was willing to help, but he broke it and found that Fan Er Er was biting so tightly that he couldn't separate them at all, and he lost his mind for a while.

At this moment, one hand went around the bitten young man, grabbed Fan Laoer's chin and pulled it down, only to hear a crisp sound of bones, the young man finally broke free from the sharp mouth.

The originally high-spirited and strong young man was lying on his side on the ground, clutching his neck and dripping tears, with half of his body covered in blood. Looking at Chu Mo who was wiping his hands with a handkerchief, he said dying, "Thank you benefactor."

Chu Mo wiped off the blood on his fingers, then cast a spell to clean it up again, took out a pill, and said to the young man, "Let go."

The young man who had lost too much blood was a little dazed at this time, but he let go of the hand covering his neck as he said, and the blood immediately flowed out like a spring. Chu Mo crushed the elixir and sprinkled the powder on the wound, and the blood stopped instantly , he said again: "Open your mouth."

The young man opened his mouth, only to feel that something was stuffed in his mouth, before he realized what it was, he felt it turn into a stream of clear water and slip into his throat, the cold limbs from too much blood gradually warmed up, and his head Not in a daze anymore, he stretched out his hand to touch his neck again. Apart from the sticky blood stains, there was no wound. He immediately realized that he quickly got up and knelt down to Chu Mo, "Thank you god for saving me, thank you god!"

The other villagers also realized that they had seen the young man shed so much blood, that he was about to die, and was easily rescued by Chu Mo. At this moment, they worshiped him like a god in their hearts.

For a while, the yard fell to its knees.

Chu Mo stepped aside, avoiding everyone's kneeling, "Get up, we are just a few practitioners passing by for the night, not gods."

At this time, a villager knelt and walked a few steps forward, prostrating himself to the ground, "God, please, my second son was lost last night, please help me find it."

"Is it this child?" Qing Tang entered the room at this time and carried out the child Qing Chuan put on the bed.

The villagers looked up, and when they saw the sleeping child, they were surprised and happy, and stood up, "It's him! It's my second son!"

"He should be in a coma, and he is still asleep now, and he will wake up in another hour." Qingtang said.

Seeing the child, the villagers still didn't believe it. He took the child, knelt down and kowtowed again, "Thank you, thank you god."

Only then did Fan Laoer raise his head. He stared at the child in the villager's arms with blood-red eyes, as if he wanted to eat people.

The villagers took a few steps back in fright, "Fan, Uncle Fan?"

"He's crazy!" said the young man who was bitten just now. "He must have captured Er Huzi. The gods found him and tied him here. Maybe he did it to those children in the village before!"

Regarding this crazy conjecture, as fellow villagers, everyone still doesn't believe it. After all, Fan Laoer has always been an honest and kind person in the eyes of everyone.

Everyone was arguing for a while.

After a long while, an older villager signaled for everyone to be quiet. He took a step forward, saluted Chu Mo and the others, and asked, "What do the three of you know?"

Qingchuan was about to speak, but was stopped by Chu Mo, who looked at Qingtang.

Qingtang smiled gratefully at Chu Mo, and said to the old villagers in front of him: "This child was indeed captured by Fan Er and his wife. They were also responsible for the child who died before. Because they were dissatisfied with their child being drowned in water, they They arrested other children and sacrificed their hearts. When we arrived, they were about to kill their children, but we stopped them, and Mrs. Fan Er jumped into the well and committed suicide. Unexpectedly, he suddenly went crazy and screamed."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a stone falling into the water, and the whole room was in an uproar.

Someone lamented, "Knowing people, knowing their faces but not their hearts, I didn't expect them to be so vicious."

Someone rushed up to fight Fan Lao Er desperately, crying, "My God! You who killed a thousand knives, you give me back my child!"

Someone was filled with righteous indignation, "We pressed Fan Laoer to discuss with the village chief. He is the grandson of the village chief, and the village chief must know!"

There was a lot of noise for a while.

More than a dozen villagers tied up Fan Laoer, whose chin had been removed, and dragged him to the front hall.

Qingtang followed the villagers, leaving only Chu Mo and Qingchuan in the backyard.

Qing Chuan stood where he was, still thinking about the commotion just now, and only felt the rumble. After a long while, he asked, "Where's that woman? Didn't she go down the well at that time?"

"I was heartbroken by the mud monster, and I died." Chu Mo pinched a formula, and a stream of water came out from his fingertips, and rushed to Xiaolu who was trying to climb up on him, knocking it over After a few laps, he took out the veil and wiped it, trying to clean the little snake.

Hearing Chu Mo's answer, Qingchuan hissed, "Then why did Qingtang lie to the villagers?"

Hearing this, Chu Mo glanced at him sideways, then turned around and picked up the little snake's tail, wrinkling the tip of his nose, "Go and clean it yourself before coming back."

Xiaolu ran away crying.

Chu Mo's glance was quite straightforward, and Qing Chuan recognized the meaning in it at a glance, and was hit hard for a while.

Thinking about it again, he, as the most intuitive bystander, didn't even understand what was going on. If he explained it to the villagers, it would be dark.

After figuring it out, Qing Chuan no longer struggled, "I'll go to the front to see Qingtang and the others, Momo, are you going?"

Chu Mo shook his head, "No, I'll go find Xiaolu."

"Okay, I'll come back and tell you the result."

After Qing Chuan left, Chu Mo was the only one left in the small courtyard. He looked at the mouth of the well, and after a long while, he slowly stretched out his hand and fumbled for something from his cuff.

This is a jade pendant.

The jade pendant came down from the mud monster when the water column rushed towards it when it was in the well. The water was too big at that time, and Chu Mo might not have been able to find it if it hadn't been for its shimmering light.

The jade pendant is the size of a little finger, oval in shape, milky white in color, with intricate patterns engraved on both sides, very beautiful, but the traces of wandering red lines inside destroy the original aura and delicacy, making it particularly ominous.

Chu Mo took out another jade pendant with his backhand. It was the jade pendant that belonged to Shu Jingyun that he and Chi Wushang dug out when they went back to Chu's house.

The two jade pendants were placed in the palms of the two palms respectively, with the same large and small patterns, except that the new one has patterns on both sides, while Shu Jingyun's only has patterns on the back.

Lifting the jade pendant covered with red silk to his eyes, Chu Mo carefully discerned the pattern on the other side, because the interior was polluted by red thread, the pattern was somewhat unclear, and it took him a while to recognize the text represented by the pattern on the front.

Jingyue.

Shu Jingyue.

Chu Mo has never heard of this name from his mother, but as far as he is concerned, this person is from the Shu family, and he should have a good relationship with Shu Jingyun, but why is this person's stuff here now?It also became the core of the ooze monster.

He didn't forget that when Fan Lao Er was talking to a woman, he had mentioned a "Mr."

The formation in this small courtyard, together with the April Nineth Ceremony of the Liman people, are obviously inseparable from that "Mr."

If the master is here, he will be able to trace the person behind the scenes through these formations.

"Master, what are you thinking?" Seeing that Chu Mo bowed his head in silence, Jin Feng couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing." Chu Mo came back to his senses, opened the curtain, opened the cage containing the red-eyed gray mouse and let it go out, "Han Gao, you stay behind it and see who it meets, and report back when it comes back." Give me."

"Okay." Jin Feng appeared, took Chu Mo and handed over the photo stone, "I will definitely catch that man!"

"Remember not to be discovered again."

Jin Feng, who had been spotted once before, cheered up when she heard this, "Don't worry, I will be invisible!"

Seeing Jin Fengfei go out of the courtyard wall and chase the squirrel, Chu Mo stepped out of the small courtyard and walked to the front hall.

Just two steps away, Xiaolu rushed back, "Master, I'm back, I just took a shower, and I also washed my mouth, and now my body smells nice and clean, can I come up?"

Chu Mo reached out to pick it up, and the little snake happily climbed onto his wrist.

The sound in the front yard has become much quieter, and there are crying sounds from time to time. When Chu Mo arrived, he saw villagers gathered around the door of a room in the side yard. He recognized that it was the room of the old village chief. Went into the house to get things.

It was very quiet in the house at this time.

The villagers made way for Chu Mo. Before he walked in, he saw a figure hanging from the beam of the house, but it wasn't the old village chief who was it?

Several other members of the Fan family knelt on the ground and wept silently. Several villagers surrounded them with complicated expressions. There was a stool lying on the ground, and Qingtang Qingchuan was standing beside him. Pass it to him.

Chu Mo opened it to read, but it was a blood book.