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Chapter 65 Saving the People from Water and Fire

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    I glanced at Duan Qingshui and saw him standing there indifferently.  At this time, a thin old lady with gray hair came forward tremblingly, grabbed my hand and babbled and cried for a long while, but I couldn't understand a word.

    I looked at Barton for help and asked him what the old man was talking about.  After Barton translated for a while, I realized that this old woman was the grandmother of the first girl who died. The girl's parents died of illness, and they were the only ones who depended on each other.  Now the girl is dead again.

    The old lady was very sad, saying that no matter what happened to the Buddha, she just wanted her granddaughter to live.  She heard that there was something wrong with the Buddha statue, so she wanted the two masters to avenge her granddaughter.

    When she cried, several other people also wept sadly.  Those with girls at home even knelt down and begged us for help.  It was the first time I saw someone treat me like a god, I was at a loss and also felt a little guilty, so I whispered to Duan Qingshui: "Brother Duan, please help me."

    Duan Qingshui snorted coldly: "I don't want to cause extra problems, I just want to find the Wushan faction as soon as possible."

    When I heard what he said, I was a little anxious, thinking what to do, I don't know how to deal with it myself, could it really take a few days to go back and catch the innkeeper?

    But everyone begged me hard, so I had to slap my swollen face and pretend to be fat, and said: "Okay, folks, get up quickly, I will definitely help, but this ghost is more cunning, let me find it out."

    After Barton heard this, he translated it to everyone, and the discussion immediately became excited.  I thought to myself, this is really rushing the ducks to the shelf, the shelf is too high, I can't fucking get off it.  Seeing that I agreed, everyone seemed to have a bottom line in their hearts and went back one after another.

    I wiped my sweat, thinking what to do, I was bragging.  But if I don't agree, then don't even try to get away tonight.

    Just when I was at a loss, I suddenly felt a breeze behind me, as if there was something standing behind me.  I felt a chill in my heart, thinking that the ghost had turned back again, so I quickly raised my gun and turned back.

    But when I looked back to see the people behind me, I was startled.  The person behind him was all snow white.  Snow-white face, snow-white clothes, and even hair are white.

    By the moonlight, I can see that his facial features are very handsome, even classical beauty, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and thin lips slightly pursed.  It's just that the color of the pupils is lighter than that of ordinary people, and it turns out to be a light brown.  This snow-white person appeared in the middle of the night, and if he didn't pay attention, he was really shocked.

    I looked at him, and suddenly thought of the legend of the witch spirit in my heart.  Let me go, could this be the legendary fox fairy and witch spirit?

    I couldn't help but look down at Xiao Mi at my feet.  It really looks like the incarnation of a white spirit fox!

    But looking carefully at the magnetic field around him, he found that it was just a person.  It is a human being, not a ghost, nor is it a monster.

    "Who are you?" I shouted, aiming the war god in my hand at the white man.

    "Everyone, call me Wu Ling." The man said suddenly.  The sound was good, but it was intermittent, like a stutter.

    Wu Ling?  It turned out to be a person?

    I looked at him in amazement, and saw that his clothes were very interesting, like an ancient robe around his body.

    "What are you doing here?" I asked.

    Duan Qingshui said coldly from the side: "Put down the gun. He is talking about things, not finding fault."

    Wu Ling nodded.  I just put down my gun and thought to myself, why did the legendary protector of the spirit fox come to look for us?  Could it be that the white figure just now was him?

    "I'm going to find the boss, you guys, protect the villagers." Wu Ling said word by word.

    "Are you going to find the man who raises ghosts? What do you want to do?" I asked warily.

    "Kill it." Wu Ling said coldly.

    When I heard this, I wanted to say, "It's not easy to kill casually in a society ruled by law", but then I thought about it, this witch spirit grew up in the mountains, what kind of legal system does he know?  And even though I am a law enforcement officer, in the cases I have seen, some murderers used heresy ways that modern science cannot explain to kill, and escaped the punishment of the law. The police have nothing to do with them. How can this be broken?

    For a while, I was stunned, not knowing what to reply.

    Duan Qingshui said coldly: "If you kill someone, go ahead, anyway, that kind of person deserves to die, and we won't care about it."

    Wu Ling looked at us and asked seriously: "Will you protect the villagers?"

    I was stunned and said: "Why are you nervous about the people in the Goddess Village? Are you from this village?"

    Wu Ling shook his head and explained his identity intermittently.  It turns out that this guy is an abandoned baby. Seeing that his whole body is white, the doctorIt should be regarded as albinism in school.  The people in this mountain didn't understand these things, they thought that a monster was born, so they abandoned it in the forest.

    In the end, the abandoned baby was raised by the spirit fox, learned the hunting skills of a fox, and even knew some Taoism.

    A few years ago, someone hunted and killed spirit foxes and skinned them alive to make fur hats and coats. Wu Ling was very angry about this, so he secretly lowered his head on the fur of the hunters who bought and sold spirit foxes, and let the hunters  violent death.

    Later, no one dared to buy or sell the spirit fox fur.  Unsold fur coats and hats were also sealed up.  It's been fine for the past few years. I didn't expect that the spirit fox fur was accidentally bought by someone, and even killed a girl.

    Wu Ling felt a little regretful and wanted to make up for the villagers.  He felt that there was something wrong with the girl who died in the past few days and this ghost Buddha statue, so he wanted to see what happened, but when he saw us living in a temple, he ran away in panic.

    After I finished listening, I felt happy in my heart: It seems that I was fucking wrong.  This is a savage.

    But it's strange that this savage knows the way and still wears such good-quality clothes.  But when we first met, I asked him where his clothes came from. It didn't seem right, so I didn't ask.  Since he has no malice towards the villagers, I don't bother to ask.

    "The Buddha statues are all destroyed, so that person will come to harm the villagers?" I frowned.

    Duan Qingshui said coldly: "When the prostitute returns to the home of the man who raised him, he must have a grudge against the villagers. Those girls whose birthdays were taken away may not survive."

    When I heard it, I said anxiously: "Then what should I do? Brother Duan, you destroyed the Buddha statue, and you have to deal with the aftermath of this matter."

    Duan Qingshui said: "Yes, I caused the incident. Forget it, go, call up the villagers, and ask which girl has given her birthday to the dating agency."

    I became anxious when I heard this, and Barton had been listening intently from the sidelines. Hearing that I was going to call the villagers, he immediately volunteered to go with me.  So the two of us hurriedly called the villagers up from door to door.  When they gathered in one place, the village head also got up and asked what happened.  When Barton told the story of the future, the village head became anxious immediately, because his daughter's birthday was also handed over to the innkeeper. He wanted to marry his girl out of this remote village, but now it's all right, causing trouble.

    When I saw that there were five girls in this village whose birth dates were all in the hands of the boss, I couldn't help feeling a little anxious.  Duan Qingshui told the families of the five girls that the five girls will stay in the temple tonight, and if the family members are worried, they can accompany them together.

    And Wu Ling went to settle accounts with the boss and smashed the tablet enshrining the evil spirit.

    After the villagers listened, they followed our opinion.  Because the life of the mountain people in this place is relatively closed, they still believe in these gods and ghosts.  Even Wushan County is far less developed than other counties, so our words have been accepted by many people.

    Immediately, I had an overwhelming response.

    I asked Duan Qingshui, what do you want to do by leaving these girls in the temple tonight?  If a ghost comes to ask for his life, the date of birth will be in his hands, how do you plan to break it?

    Duan Qingshui said: "I heard Ah Jiu mention it before, do you know how to ask God?"

    I nodded and said, "I understand that, why?"

    Duan Qingshui said: "I will find a way to isolate these people tonight, and you have Ah Jiu's ghost eyes, so you can naturally see ghosts. If a ghost comes, I will protect people, and you can ask God to destroy the ghost. That's just  He is a lecherous ghost with limited powers, and your request to God is enough to deal with it."

    As soon as I heard this, I was immediately happy.  Now that I can handle it, wouldn't it be more worshiped to show a miracle in front of these villagers?

    I watched a group of villagers come to watch, and I suddenly felt eager to try.

    Duan Qingshui said that around three o'clock is the darkest hour before dawn.  At this time, maybe the evil spirit will come back to settle accounts.  As soon as I heard it, I quickly took out my phone and checked the time: it was ten past two in the morning.  There's not even a signal in this shitty place.

    Duan Qingshui gathered the five girls together, and drew a circle on the ground to enclose the girls.  After that, Barton and I were asked to break some peach branches and put them around the circle, and then sat on the ground, closing our eyes and meditating.

    The five girls looked at each other, and sat down tremblingly, whispering to each other.  Other onlookers lit torches, illuminating the surroundings of the temple like daylight.

    Everyone looked at the two of us, although they trusted our words, they also had great doubts.

    I walked over and asked Duan Qingshui in a low voice: "The circle you drew is so simple, can you stop ghosts? Can you do it?"

    Duan Qingshui didn't even open his eyes, and said coldly: "I don't rely on those magic tools, but my own magic power. Take care of yourself."

    I walked away suspiciously, thinking to myself, even if you are a descendant of that brave tribe, you are nothing but extremely powerful.  Can you catch ghosts?  People have all kinds of magic tools for catching ghosts, and you just lost a few peach blossom branches, which seems shabby at first glance.

    However, seeing how confident he was, it was inconvenient for me to say anything, so I stood vigilantly at the door and looked outside the temple gate.  At about 2:50, suddenly, a gust of wind blew outside the temple gate.  The hula-la wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing out most of the torches in the hands of the villagers.  When I saw the black air rising to the sky in the wind, I couldn't help feeling tense: This evil spirit is back again!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)"Take care of yourself.  "

    I walked away suspiciously, thinking to myself, even if you are a descendant of that brave tribe, you are nothing but extremely powerful.  Can you catch ghosts?  People have all kinds of magic tools for catching ghosts, and you just lost a few peach blossom branches, which seems shabby at first glance.

    However, seeing how confident he was, it was inconvenient for me to say anything, so I stood vigilantly at the door and looked outside the temple gate.  At about 2:50, suddenly, a gust of wind blew outside the temple gate.  The hula-la wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing out most of the torches in the hands of the villagers.  When I saw the black air rising to the sky in the wind, I couldn't help feeling tense: This evil spirit is back again!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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