Chapter 839 is terrible
Xiaohu frowned. He knew that although the village had been peaceful for a long time, some unknown mysterious forces might never really go away. "Don't panic. I'll take people there right away."
After hanging up the phone, Xiaohu quickly gathered a few young and brave villagers, briefly explained the situation, and went to the town's funeral home together. Along the way, the moonlight was cold, shining on their hurried figures, and the chirping of insects around them seemed to be a little weird at this moment.
When they arrived at the funeral home, night had already fallen. The lights in the funeral home were dim and the atmosphere was depressing. Lao Li had been waiting at the door for a long time. He looked pale and hurried over to greet Xiao Hu and others when he saw them.
"Xiao Hu, you're finally here. This place is so weird." Old Li said with lingering fear.
Xiaohu patted Lao Li on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, let's see what's going on."
Everyone walked into the mourning hall carefully. The hall was filled with a pungent smell of incense and candles. Xiaohu picked up a flashlight and looked around carefully. He found some strange footprints in the corner of the mourning hall. They seemed to be left by some animal, but they were much larger than ordinary animal footprints.
"Everyone be careful, there's something wrong with these footprints." Xiaohu reminded.
At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and the white curtains in the mourning hall fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound. Suddenly, a gloomy voice rang in everyone's ears: "Get out..."
The villagers were so frightened that their faces changed drastically and they all stepped back. Xiaohu took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and shouted loudly: "No matter who you are, if you have any grievances, just tell us, we are here to help you!"
However, the only response they got was the eerie sound of the wind and faint cries. Xiaohu decided to first get information from the funeral home staff. They found the funeral home's director, Lao Zhang, who also had a worried look on his face.
"Xiao Hu, this is so weird. Ever since we opened this funeral home, strange things have happened from time to time. At first, just some small objects disappeared inexplicably, and then the noises and shadows you heard just now appeared. Many employees are so scared that they dare not come, and I don’t know what to do." Lao Zhang said helplessly.
Xiao Hu pondered for a moment and asked, "Director Zhang, is there anything special about the location of this funeral home? Or, has anything strange happened there?"
Old Zhang thought for a moment and said, "This place used to be a mass grave. Several decades ago, because the town was to be expanded, all the graves were moved away. When the graves were moved, nothing unusual was found."
Xiaohu's mind moved, and he thought that this mass grave might be the key. He decided to investigate around the funeral home with the villagers. They found some damaged tombstones in the nearby woods. The writing on them was blurred, but it could be vaguely seen that these tombstones were very old.
"It seems like there must be something wrong here." Xiaohu said, "Let's look carefully, maybe we can find some clues."
As they continued to search for clues, a young villager suddenly shouted, "Look, what is that!"
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a figure in a white robe and with long hair slowly walking towards them. Under the moonlight, the figure looked particularly strange, and its footsteps were so light that it seemed as if it was not stepping on the ground.
"It's...it's a ghost!" Some villagers screamed in fright.
Xiaohu did not flinch. He held the flashlight tightly in his hand and shouted, "Whether you are a human or a ghost, don't try to scare us!"
The figure came closer and closer, and when it entered the range of the flashlight, Xiaohu and others were surprised to find that it was a haggard woman with empty eyes and a painful expression.
"Save me..." The woman's voice was weak and hoarse.
Xiaohu walked up and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"
The woman slowly spoke and told her tragic story. It turned out that she was a woman from a nearby village who had died of illness not long ago. But when her family was handling her funeral, they had a dispute with the staff of the funeral home, and the staff treated her body very badly. She was full of resentment, and her soul could not rest in peace after her death, so she wandered around the funeral home.
After hearing this, Xiaohu felt very sympathetic: "We will definitely help you get justice, don't worry."
Xiaohu and the villagers found the staff members who had a bad attitude towards the woman's body and severely criticized and educated them. At the same time, Xiaohu also organized everyone to hold a solemn salvation ceremony for the woman, hoping that her soul could rest in peace.
At the salvation ceremony, Xiaohu led the villagers in reciting ancient scriptures. As the scriptures were recited, the woman's soul gradually dissipated and a peaceful smile appeared on her face.
Since then, the strange things in the funeral home have never happened again. Xiaohu and the villagers returned to the village. They knew that this experience was just a small episode on the road to protecting the village. In the future, there may be more unknown challenges waiting for them, but as long as they unite as one and stick to their beliefs, they will be able to protect this land and the people here.
After returning to the village, Xiaohu stood in front of Qi Tongwei's statue and said softly: "Grandpa Qi, you see, we have overcome difficulties again. We will carry your faith and keep guarding."
In the village, the children's laughter is still clear, the old people's laughter is still warm, and the young people are still full of energy.
However, this peace did not last long. One morning, Xiaohu was still asleep when he was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. When he opened the door, he saw Aqiang, a young man from the village. He looked anxious and his forehead was covered with sweat.
"Village Chief Xiaohu, something bad has happened!" Aqiang said breathlessly, "Something happened at the new funeral home in town again! This time it's even more bizarre than the last time!"
Xiaohu's heart tightened, and he asked hurriedly: "Don't be anxious, tell me slowly, what's going on?"
A Qiang calmed down and said, "I have a friend who works as a security guard there. When he was on night duty last night, he saw lights flickering in the morgue and wanted to check it out. When he got there, he found that all the bodies were gone, leaving only empty morgue beds. Moreover, he heard screams coming from the incinerator, and he ran away in fear."
Xiaohu frowned, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart. He quickly gathered the villagers who had gone to the funeral home with him last time, and set out on the road to the town again. Along the way, everyone's expression was very solemn, and no one knew what terrible things would happen this time.