"Deaf-mute......"

Everyone was numb from the successive strange events.

The old man glanced involuntarily at the big river, then tightened his clothes as if afraid of the cold, "Yes, that's right, he is indeed a deaf-mute. He grew up in the village, and everyone in the village knows it."

"Besides these, what else did he say?" Zhang Junyu asked in a low voice.

"Nothing else, the rest was just nonsense. It was the middle of the night, and we didn't listen carefully," the old man recalled.

Hearing this, Chen Hao couldn't help shaking his head. He didn't believe that the deaf-mute, who suddenly started talking, was saying nonsense. Those so-called crazy words probably contained important clues, but they were ignored by these villagers.

"Where is that deaf-mute? Take us to find him," Jia Jinliang said in an unquestionable tone.

Before the old man could answer, someone sighed. It was Yu Chengmu. At this moment, Yu Chengmu's face also became unusually ugly. "It's useless because he's already dead."

The old man looked at Yu Chengmu in surprise, "Master, how... how did you know?"

"I not only know that he is dead, but also that he opened his mouth to speak at the third watch (approximately midnight to 2 am), and suddenly died violently at the first crow of the rooster at the fifth watch (approximately 4 am to 6 am)," Yu Chengmu glanced at the old man, his voice deep: "Am I right?"

The old man's shoulders trembled, "Master, you... no, you are really amazing!"

Chen Hao and Jiang Cheng looked at Yu Chengmu at the same time. Jiang Cheng moved his gaze away imperceptibly, while the worry in Chen Hao's eyes became even more serious.

It seemed that he was right. This Yu Chengmu knew a lot about crooked ways and heresies, and this mission was obviously related to various folk taboos. In the next mission, they not only had to deal with ghosts, but also had to guard against Yu Chengmu, this old fellow, setting traps for them.

Pang Xiaofeng died unclearly because he followed his way.

"We make a living by doing this. Judging from what you just said, your village is indeed in great trouble." Yu Chengmu straightened his body slightly, showing a look of a Taoist master.

"Yes, we are also clear about this. So many strange things have happened..." Every time the old man thought of these things, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, "Thanks to Miss Wu, the Wu family, for resolving the disaster in our village."

"Since this Miss Wu of the Wu family married the River God, no more strange things have happened in the village. It has been peaceful for 10 years, and it has only started again recently..."

The old man couldn't continue speaking because he felt several unkind gazes, especially the fat man standing on the side, whose anger in his eyes seemed to want to roast him.

Jiang Cheng cracked his knuckles, making a crackling sound, and said in a low voice: "So... you tied up Miss Wu of the Wu family, then sank her into the river and gave her to the River God as his wife, right?"

The fat man also echoed with a gloomy face: "That's right, and they also built a temple for Miss Wu of the Wu family, praising her as the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess), what a nice name, Miss Wu must be secretly enjoying herself under the water!"

The old man's voice changed nervously, "Masters, it's not... it's not what you think. Miss Wu of the Wu family was willing. We even advised her not to go, but she was determined to go. I can swear on the spirit tablet of my ancestors that I didn't say a word of lie!" The old man raised his finger to the sky, and he didn't seem to be lying.

"She went willingly?" Du Moyu also felt that something was wrong. This did not match the direction of the mission in his impression.

"Willingly, absolutely willingly. You also saw the Wu family mansion. The Wu family was the richest family in the village at that time. Who would dare to have designs on Miss Wu of the Wu family?" The old man quickly defended himself, "Moreover, the Wu family was kind and benevolent, and they were especially kind. The whole village has benefited from them, and we are grateful!"

"Why did she willingly go? Do you know?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Regarding this point, the old man couldn't explain clearly. He only said that after the ceremony was completed, the village returned to its former tranquility.

"Since then, no one has ever seen this Miss Wu of the Wu family again?" Du Moyu asked after a moment of deliberation.

The old man shook his head very definitely, "No, the Wu family was too sad about losing their daughter, and they moved out of the village not long after. No one knows where they went."

"That Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) temple was built together by the villagers after the Wu family left," the old man said in a low voice.

Before he finished speaking, someone ran over from a distance, waving his hand towards here while running.

It was a man in his early twenties. He spoke very urgently, urging the old man to go back with him, apparently something happened in the village.

The old man didn't have time to explain to everyone, so he left with the man. Chen Hao and the others wanted to follow and see, but Yu Chengmu stopped them, "Don't rush." Yu Chengmu looked at the old man's back from afar, "Even if we don't go to the village, the village affairs will come to us. What we have to do now is to deal with the matter at hand."

Yu Chengmu turned to look at the several large coffins, "For example, investigate where those guys who carried the coffins went?"

"The corpses inside are gone. The young brother who died last night is still soaking in the river. They must have all entered the river," Jia Jinliang said casually.

In the story told by the old man, there were also similar scenes.

Hearing this, Yu Chengmu shook his head, "No, there's no problem with the corpses in the water, but those things that carried the coffins..." He paused, a trace of dread flashed in his eyes, "May not be as simple as corpses."

"Not corpses, what are they?" the fat man asked back.

Jiang Cheng had already walked to the vicinity of the coffin at this moment. He didn't touch it with his hands, but just looked around near it.

There were not many footprints near the coffin. It seemed that the villagers were also taboo about the coffin, and few people got very close.

After a while, Jiang Cheng suddenly stopped, as if he had found what he was looking for, and then squatted down.

"It's... that kind of shoe print!" Zhou Qing half-squatted, somewhat excited.

Staring at the identical left and right shoe prints, everyone couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in their hearts.

Without anyone suggesting it, everyone habitually followed the shoe prints all the way, and found that the shoe prints did not go to the river, but after turning a corner, they directly stepped onto the road leading to the village.

"Fuck..." Lei Mingyu stared at the strange shoe prints intertwined with the villagers' footprints on the ground, and a cold look appeared on his face, "These ghosts... actually entered the village."

"Think about it differently, could it be that these ghosts were originally in the village, they..." Yu Chengmu paused, his voice suddenly becoming strange, even a little creepy, "Just came out of the village, but went to the Wu family mansion last night."

"They are coming for us," Jiang Cheng said softly, staring at his feet.