Chapter 529 Matchmaker Yin
Qin Ming coughed a few times and looked unusually serious. "Ruoxi, I'm sorry, I can't help you."
I took out the mirror, and a black mark appeared on my forehead. The mark quickly faded and then disappeared, so I became the underworld matchmaker, and also received my first mission. To protect myself, I called Qin Ming.
I shook my head. "The order issued by the voice is just to tell me to go to that village!"
"Did you say anything?"
"No, we should know when we get there."
The car drove towards the designated village and slowed down as it approached the car. From a distance, there was something hanging on the tree at the entrance of the village, like a person.
"Qin Ming, see?"
"There are people hanging from the trees at the entrance of the village."
"How is that possible? It's a legal society now. You think it's an old society. You can hang people on trees."
"I really saw it!"
"It's a bit weird."
As the car continued to approach, something floated up and landed on the glass in front of the car. It was all paper money that was burned to death. It kept falling on it. The glass in front of the car was almost full.
"Get out of the car."
The car door opened and went down. The ground in front of the village was covered with paper money. It was only then that it was clear that the person hanging from the tree was really a person.
It was not a real person, but someone who was made of paper. It was a long distance away, and from the window of the car, he really thought it was a living person.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Something must have happened to the village. I stepped on the paper money and walked in. As we approached the whole village, there was almost no sound.
"Qin Ming, why is it so quiet?"
"Yes, even if there are no dogs, there should be chickens and ducks."
I am now a yin matchmaker. To put it bluntly, I am working for the underworld. Because of my relationship with Qin Ming, he is here to help me and also to accumulate yin gong for me so that I can enter The underworld in the future.
"Why are there so many coffins!"
Entering the village, coffins were placed at every door. This was rare. I grew up in overpass town. Only when there was a funeral at home would I put a coffin in the courtyard with paper money and white candles on it.
The first gate at the entrance of the village was closed, so we could only continue to walk in, and the second one was the same. Was there no one in the whole village? What mission did the emissary give me?
Creak, there was a sound coming out. The door of the third house opened. I saw a child coming out of it, who should be only seven or eight years old. He was holding a black bag in his hand and walking straight towards the door.
"Little friend, are there any adults in your house?"
The child looked up, suddenly shouted, turned and ran back, and the black bag in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
As the door slammed shut, I frowned and looked at Qin Ming, who was standing by. This was a problem. I had to figure out what was going on.
"Go in and take a look."
Qin Ming approached the door, took out something, quickly made a few moves in the lock, and with a click, the lock opened directly.
Qin Ming smiled. "I can't help it. I can do anything in this line of work. I can't do it without any skills."
The door was opened, and we decided to go in and take a look. There were children coming out of the house. There must be adults in the house, but they hid because of the village accident.
The black bag fell to the ground. There was something inside. It moved as it approached. I was about to pick it up when I saw it move. I immediately avoided it.
There was something inside, and it was still alive.
"Qin Ming, be careful."
The black bag opened, and I almost vomited out. The contents were moving, blood and flesh were blurry, and a whimper came out of my mouth. I couldn't believe that the bag contained a skinned dog.
He should not be a grown-up local dog. He was still angry. He must not be able to live. He stared at us, looking at us pitifully.
I turned around and couldn't look any further. How could a person be so cruel?
Qin Ming sighed, tied the black bag to one side, and walked over.
The door was slammed hard. After a while, someone slowly opened the door and poked his head out of it. "You guys go, go, get out of here."
"Police! The police can't do anything about it. Let's go. It'll be too late soon."
"As long as it's a bad thing, we can handle it."
Standing inside was a man in his thirties who didn't mean to let us in. Qin Ming grabbed the door frame with his left hand, and the person inside froze for a few minutes before finally opening the door.
There was a smell of blood. There was a basin on the stove with blood in it. Next to it was a bloody dog skin. There was only a little white fur on the head, and the rest was black.
Just now, the child came out of the house and looked at us in horror. The inside door opened and three people came out, a typical family of five.
"Police, you can't leave after persuading me."
The man sighed. He must have noticed that we were looking at the blood in the basin and the black dog skin. "To tell you the truth, the village is haunted and several people have died. I heard that black dog blood can ward off evil spirits. There's no other way but to kill it. It's better for a dog to die than a man to die."
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. It's been a terrible fight. One person died one night and it's been three days in a row."
This should be the mission that the emissary gave me. No matter what the reason, the ghost who killed like this must be a fierce ghost, especially difficult to deal with.
"Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Come in and talk."
The room was not big and it was very clean. Qin Ming and I went in and stood there. The man took a look and brought in two chairs.
"What is this ghost doing?"
"Don't mention it. It's all because the villagers are too greedy. They say that there are treasures in the back mountain. They didn't find them, but only found a deserted tomb without a master. They thought that there was something good buried in it and dug it up. At that time, they felt strange. The village had never seen this person before. How could he be buried in the cave in the back mountain? And that face was like a living person. Nothing valuable in the grave was buried and he came back. No one dared to say anything about it. It was only the next day that I saw it clearly. I scolded him and let him get it back. Then something happened."
The man sighed. "Then it became even more sinister. One died a day. It was all those people who went into the mountains. I'm afraid it's my turn tonight!"