It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

The sky was dark, but the night was still there.

It was dawn, but it was still dark blue, but the surroundings could be seen clearly.

The village was in a mess. Many of the men who came back followed Mr. Zhou's house, and those who did not follow went back and forth to find a lot of things and ran out again, saying that they were going to guard Hun Ge's body.

Wu Wen ran around with Hun Ge yesterday afternoon, so he knew the location of the well.

When he came to the front of the well, the earthen well in front of him was already in sight.

This well is a typical shallow well that uses a wooden barrel to draw water into it. However, the wooden barrel used to draw water is not hanging outside, but has fallen into the well. The rope tied to the barrel extends into the well mouth, and some blood can be seen splashing on the stone fence outside the well.

"Huh!" Wu Wenren walked to the well and smelled a strong smell of blood before he looked inside.

He leaned down and looked into the well.

Sure enough, the well was not filled with clear water at all, but bright red blood. A wooden barrel was thrown on the water, and there was still a little blood in the barrel.

The scene was not scary. Although it looked scary and weird in this small village, disrupting their past peaceful life, for Wu Wen, who usually lives among ghosts, the horror of this thing is not as good as the horror videos he has seen.

While thinking, the old village chief also came over with a group of women and children.

"Is it really blood?" Looking at Wu Wen standing by the well, the old village chief asked tremblingly, with a little expectation in his eyes.

He hoped to get a negative result from Wu Wen.

But unfortunately, Wu Wen did not lie.

"It is blood." Wu Wen nodded, then bent down and pulled the bucket in the well twice, hooking out half a bucket of blood.

When the wooden barrel full of scarlet blood was lifted up, the women and children around screamed.

Looking at the bucket full of blood, the old village chief burst into tears.

"Oh, who is playing tricks on my Hejia Village! Please stop your magic! If it continues, our Hejia Village will be destroyed soon!"

Ignoring the crying of these people, Wu Wen untied the rope on the wooden barrel, and then walked towards his home with half a bucket of blood.

The village was extremely deserted now. Half of the men went to Mr. Zhou's house, and half went to Hun Ge's body, so there was no traffic.

The doors of every household were closed, but after walking for a while, I saw that all the chickens and ducks in the chicken pens outside three households were dead.

The bodies of these chickens and ducks collapsed on the ground casually, and their chests were cut open by something unknown, and the internal organs inside disappeared, leaving only an empty cavity.

"Don't say it, if I were a person in this village, I would probably be in a state of panic now." Wu Wen didn't feel anything, but if you put yourself in their shoes, you can know how panicked the people in this place are now.

Wu Wen picked up a dead chicken, carried the wooden barrel of blood in his left hand, and carried the dead chicken in his right hand back home.

The chicken was delicious, and the blood sausage was also delicious. Wu Wen had a full meal.

Time continued to pass, and Wu Wen was bored, so he began to wander around the village and familiarize himself with the terrain.

Near the afternoon, a noise came from a small road connected to the village.

Before people arrived, the voice of compliment came first.

"Hey, Master Zhou, we've arrived. Are you too hot? Let me fan you?"

This voice is very familiar. It should be a man from a village.

"Hey, Taoist Qingxuan, are you too hot? Let me fan you?" This voice is not familiar, but it should be the voice of a slightly fat person.

"Hey, Master Zhou, no need. I am a monk and don't care about so many things." This voice is not familiar, but it can be roughly heard.

As the voice gradually approached, Master Zhou's carriage also appeared in front of everyone.

Two servants were pulling the carriage in front. Master Zhou and Taoist Qingxuan should be sitting in the carriage. The villagers who wanted to fan themselves trotted beside the carriage, looking up from time to time to compliment him.

A large group of people followed the carriage, including Mr. Zhou's servants, villagers who had gone with him, and two little Taoist children.

A group of people came to the village in a dense mass.

The old village chief trotted forward to greet them.

There was no way, they were all tenants, and how much rent to collect was up to Mr. Zhou, so they had no choice but to lick it.

Mr. Zhou

The master took the hand of the so-called Taoist Qingxuan and walked down from the carriage. Wu Wen followed the crowd and saw his appearance clearly.

Master Zhou was not young, and looked about the same age as a modern man in his fifties. His belly was not round at all, but he had the temperament of a scholar. He looked solemn and dignified, and his words and actions were very precise. He did not behave arrogantly, but he always gave people the feeling that he despised himself.

Taoist Qingxuan unexpectedly had a belly that was big enough to hold a boat, and looked like a greasy middle-aged man. If it were not for the different names, Wu Wen would have made a mistake for the two.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the village. A group of people surrounded Master Zhou, and Master Zhou surrounded Taoist Qingxuan. The group first looked at the blood well in the village, the dead chickens, ducks and geese in the village, and then went to see Hun Ge's body.

Wu Wen mixed in the crowd and listened to the conversation between Master Zhou and the other person, and felt more and more curious in his mind.

I don’t know what kind of story this copy can make up for me.

The obese Taoist priest Qingxuan stood up from in front of Hun Ge's body, looking at the somewhat horrible body on the ground without changing his expression.

Master Zhou was not afraid at all, because his methods of punishing the servants in his family were more cruel than this.

What was in front of him was nothing, just a little bit mysterious.

"Is it still a problem with the ancestral tomb?" Master Zhou kicked Hun Ge's body lying on the ground casually.

Although the laws of the Ming Dynasty were also very strict, this place was too far away, and the government's control could not compete with the united landlord class, so the problem of the dead could be covered up if they wanted to.

Second, this person was not killed by him after all, and at most he was disrespectful to the corpse. But what is the status of this dead tenant? What is the status of Master Zhou? The so-called disrespect is not a problem at all.

On the contrary, he respects it, which makes people feel a little problematic.

The obese Taoist priest Qingxuan nodded slightly and said, "It's still the problem of the ancestral tomb. It seems that the last solution is still not satisfactory to your ancestor. Then we can only change another solution."

The voice suddenly changed.

"I wonder what caused your ancestor's death? How old was he?"

Hearing Taoist priest Qingxuan's question, Mr. Zhou pondered for a moment, and then said softly: "My ancestor was a righteous man who resisted the Yuan Dynasty. When the Yuan people came, he was unfortunately arrested and torn into pieces by two horses. The Yuan people pulled his head off. He was only 32 years old when he died."

Hearing Mr. Zhou's words, Taoist priest Qingxuan immediately clasped his hands and bowed his head, saying, "It's sad, it's a pity, he is really a hero. In this case, let's set off to visit your ancestral tomb again, and let me see if Mr. Zhou has any other requests."

"Please come this way."

Mr. Zhou and Taoist priest Qingxuan did not avoid people when talking, and there was actually nothing to avoid. It would be better to tell others, and it could also seek welfare for their own family.

In fact, the ancestor of Mr. Zhou was not a hero who resisted the Yuan Dynasty, but a bandit. However, the cause of death was indeed that he was torn apart by two horses by the Yuan people, but the reason was to suppress the bandits.

The reason for making up this story was to correct the background of his family. As the saying goes, word of mouth, if more people spread it, it will become true even if it is not true.

This is the purpose of Mr. Zhou's speaking without avoiding people.

But Wu Wen's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

"Two horses tore apart the body, and the head was pulled off...hiss!" Wu Wen took a breath of cold air, and suddenly recalled Hong Yuan's head that was pulled off and the long spine pulled out from under the head.

Could it be...