Chapter 167 The Puppet Is Still Alive

Xia Zhi was driving the carriage just fine. When he saw the woman rushing over as if she was desperate, he was so frightened that he quickly stopped the reins.

"Xiangu, Xiangu..." Ling Chu was sleeping soundly in the carriage when he suddenly heard a woman's voice yelling.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Don't you want to die? If I hadn't stopped the horse in time, you would have been disabled today."

As soon as Ling Chu opened his eyes, he heard Xia Zhi's dissatisfied scolding and the woman's apology.

As soon as Liu Xiangju opened the car curtain, the woman outside heard the movement and rushed over quickly, shouting in surprise and joy, "Xiangu, I was just going to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you on the road. It's really... Very good."

Ling Chu remembered that this woman had asked her for a fortune-telling, and that there were dead people buried under the pigsty in her home.

His eyes swept over the other person's frightened face, "Aunt Sun, has something happened to your family again?"

Mrs. Sun nodded desperately, her voice trembling, "Xiangu, I...my chicken died again."

"How did you die?"

Mrs. Sun's eyes were horrified, "Xiangu, my family has... there is... a puppet. My chicken... had its neck twisted.

Fairy aunt, please, can you help me? "

Ling Chu sighed, "How can I help? I reminded you last time to dismantle the pig pen as soon as possible and buy some incense and candle offerings to make amends to the deceased.

This is your fault first. If you are unwilling to do as I say, there is no point in asking me. "

Mrs. Sun originally wanted to demolish the pig pen, but her son did not believe that there were corpses buried underneath and did not agree to demolish it.

Thinking of what happened at home today, Mrs. Sun already regretted, "I listened to Fairy Aunt and dismantled the pig pen when I got back.

Can you ask Fairy Aunt to help me collect that dirty thing? "

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Ling Chu put away the system and asked Sun to follow him in the carriage to show Xia Zhi the way.

A quarter of an hour later, Mrs. Sun pointed to a brick house at the end of the village and said, "That's my home..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Sun's expression suddenly changed, "Why is my house flooded?"

Ling Chu followed the sound and looked over, and sure enough he saw a thick smoke rising into the air.

Xia Zhi drove the carriage in a hurry. Sun was so anxious that as soon as the carriage stopped, she jumped out in a hurry. She didn't bother to greet Ling Chu and rushed towards her yard.

Ling Chu got off the carriage and followed with two maids.

The location of the fire seemed to be the area behind Sun's house.

Not far away, I saw many old people and children watching the fire. Those young and strong men were hurriedly fetching water to put out the fire with basins and buckets.

But the effect is not great.

The house where the fire broke out seemed to be a firewood shed, with a lot of firewood piled inside.

Lingchu could cast spells and pray for rain, but she didn't do it.

Firstly, she had limited energy and didn't want to waste it. Secondly, there was too much fire. The woodshed was almost burned out. It didn't matter whether the fire was saved or not.

The firewood shed was separate from Aunt Sun's house, so the fire would not spread there.

Another more important reason is that Ling Chu smelled a decaying corpse air nearby. If she guessed correctly, a ghost appeared here just now.

"Cluck, cluck..." Just as Ling Chu was looking around for the ghost, he suddenly heard the panicked cries of a group of chickens.

"It's broken, my chicken." Mrs. Sun turned pale and ran towards the chicken coop on the side. But after a few steps, she remembered the two chickens whose necks had been twisted earlier, and she couldn't help but stop.

He turned around and looked towards Ling Chu anxiously, "Xiangu..."

Ling Chu knew what she was afraid of, so he walked over, "Let's go, I'll come with you to take a look."

Some women felt strange when they heard the unusual crow of chickens. Then they saw Mrs. Sun walking towards the chicken coop next to her with a Taoist nun. Out of curiosity, they also followed her.

The chicken coop is not far away, right next to the woodshed. Through the fence, you can see at a glance a dozen chickens of various sizes, flapping their wings and running around screaming as if they were greatly frightened. .

On the ground, lying motionless, five or six chickens covered in blood appeared to be freshly dead.

An elderly lady slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Oh, Lotus Sun, your chicken was bitten by a weasel, right?"

"Are there weasels in our area? Why haven't I heard of them?"

Sun's face turned pale and she smiled bitterly in her heart. If it were a weasel, she wouldn't be so scared.

Just as more and more women were following, a little hen suddenly seemed to be pinched by the neck and lifted into the air.

The little hen's neck was tightly grasped, its wings and feet flapped desperately in mid-air for a few times, and then someone broke its neck with a click and threw it at Sun's feet with a bang.

Seeing this strange scene, timid women and children were immediately frightened and screamed.

The chickens in the fence even screamed in surprise.

Seeing another little hen being lifted up into the air by its neck, Ling Chu raised his hand, pinched his fingers, and touched his eyes.

Ling Chu frowned when he saw the puppet soul of a little hen pinching the hen in the air with an evil look on his face.

Isn't this the puppet hiding behind the date tree at Mrs. Hu's house?

Seeing that the puppet was about to break the chicken's neck again, Ling Chu raised his voice and said, "Zhao Yishan, you have killed so many chickens, why don't you stop now."

Zhao Yishan glared over with a sinister look on his face, "These beasts were eating and shitting in my burial place, so I killed them just in time."

"You killed all those poultry in Auntie Sun's house earlier, right? And you also set the fire in the woodshed?"

"That's right. Who told them to build the chicken coop and pigpen on my grave?"

"Auntie Sun's family didn't know your body was buried here. Even if they were wrong, you killed so many poultry and set fire to her woodshed. You should calm down.

Release the chicken. Auntie Sun has agreed to demolish the chicken coop and pigpen. You don't have to worry about your grave being polluted in the future."

This Zhao Yishan not only has a murderous aura, but also a strong resentment. With Ling Chu's current body, it is too troublesome to deal with him. It would be best if he could be persuaded verbally.

Lest Zhao Yishan think she was lying, Ling Chu turned to Sun and said, "Your family built the chicken coop and pigpen on Zhao Yishan's grave. It's indeed wrong for you. You should find someone to demolish it."

Sun was confused, "Fairy, whose grave are you talking about? Zhao Yishan?"

Ling Chu saw that her face was not right, and said strangely, "It's Zhao Yishan, what's wrong?"

Sun's son Da Tang had just put out the fire and rushed over. He happened to hear Ling Chu's words and immediately said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Zhao Yishan is alive and well. I know that you are a Taoist nun who is swindling."

Ling Chu raised his eyebrows. Is Sun's son saying that the puppet is still alive?

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