Chapter 615 Bad Guy
“Fuwang, wake up! Wake up!”
In the middle of the night, Yang Fuwang, who was sleeping in the tent, was suddenly woken up by someone.
He opened his hazy eyes and looked at the person in front of him blankly.
The person who woke him up was also a child, with an excited look on his face: "I discovered it, I discovered it! The bad guy has appeared!"
Yang Fuwang instantly lost his sleepiness and sat up with a start: "Where!"
"Agou's father stopped coughing for the past two days, and he coughed again tonight, and he also coughed up blood... There is Xiaoling, her grandfather, and two others."
The child whispered: "They are all seriously ill! Agou found that they all talked to a monk tonight, and that monk may be a bad person. !"
Yang Fuwang didn't remember who Agou was or who Xiaoling was, but his eyes were as bright as stars at the moment: "Where's the monk?"
"The cat is following! ”
The child grinned and said: "She used to be a pickpocket in Panyang. No one could detect her."
"Let's go!" Yang Fuwang immediately got up, patted his butt, and got out together with the child. tent.
It was already late at night, with light snow falling in the sky. Most people in the camp were already asleep. Their two children were also shivering from the cold, but because of their excitement, their steps did not slow down at all. , and ran away.
“This way, this way!”
After running a few steps, they saw another child waving to them.
He walked over and saw that it was a little boy of seven or eight years old. He said excitedly: "The cat left a mark, that's what it is."
He pointed to the ground, where there were three small round stones arranged in a pattern. The word "quality".
The little boy pointed to the "mouth" at the top of the word "品" and said, "This direction is the direction she is going."
Yang Fuwang's eyes lit up: "Okay! Let's get everyone there. Call him out!"
But at this time, the child who woke him up hesitated: "That, Fuwang...that's a monk."
Yang Fuwang turned his head and frowned: "What's wrong with the monk?"
"He, aren't they here to save us?"
The child whispered: "Is he really a bad person?"
"Why can't the monk be a bad person?" Yang Fuwang sneered: "He made Father Agou and Grandpa Ling'er seriously ill! Why can't he be a bad person?"
This time, he I actually remembered the name.
There is no need for complicated reasons between children. His words immediately convinced the two children, and they nodded seriously.
"Go and wake everyone up." Yang Fuwang ordered: "Although we are small, there is only one monk and we can deal with him! And if he messes up, we will shout and everyone will help us !”
The King of Children gave the order, and there was a faint air of murder in the entire camp.
Yang Fuwang quietly followed the pebble marks alone and saw several more marks along the way. Following the marks, he slowly moved towards the north of the camp - close to the Hongjiang River.
Just as he was walking forward quietly, a small hand suddenly stretched out from the dark shadow of the trees on the side and grabbed his wrist suddenly.
Yang Fuwang was shocked. Before he could even speak in surprise, he saw an extremely thin and dirty girl emerge from the shadows and gestured "Shh" to him.
He immediately understood and lowered his voice. : "Are you Mao'er?"
The girl nodded, turned her gaze to the Hongjiang River, and said, "The monk went to the riverside. There is nothing to cover there, so I dare not go there."
Her voice is very thin and soft, really like a cat.
Yang Fuwang looked in the direction she pointed - it was only thirty or forty steps away from the river. The sound of the flood was loud, the light snow was drifting, and the night was dark. He couldn't see anything.
"The sound of the river is so loud and the night is so deep, he can't find it!"
Yang Fuwang gritted his teeth and said: "He can make others sicker, he must be hiding poison! If you don't catch him, he will throw away the poison What should I do if he's in the river? We have to catch him!"
Mao'er was shocked: "Just the two of us?"
Yang Fuwang said. : "No matter, let's go there!"
After that, he shook off the cat's hand and quietly walked towards the river alone. The cat was in a dilemma for a moment and followed closely.
Yang Fuwang was impatient, and he arrived in a short distance of thirty or forty steps. When he got closer, he saw a monk squatting by the river.
It was freezing cold at this time, but the monk took off his shirt, kept putting his hands into the water, taking out the water and wiping it on his body, and kept cursing.
"I am always asked to do this dirty work. The yellow mud powder is so terrible and there is not much pure body soup. What if I get infected too? It's so annoying..." "Hiss, it freezes to death. Damn it, freezing to death”
"Damn it, why do you still have it on your hands? Wash it again, wash it again... grass, it's so cold, it's so cold!"
Yang Fuwang stretched his ears to listen, and his eyes suddenly lit up!
He turned around, and the cat happened to appear behind him. She had obviously heard this, and her eyes were equally bright.
The two looked at each other, but they were a little at a loss.
"What should I do?" Mao'er leaned close to Yang Fuwang's ear and asked in a very low voice.
Yang Fuwang was confused.
What to do?
This monk must be a bad guy, but he has started to wash himself with water, and there must be no poison on him.
There is no poison. If you catch him, will others believe it?
If it were him, after knowing that this was the person who killed his mother, he would just pounce on him and roll him into the river with him.
But the "Ji Gong Living Buddha" said that there may be more than one bad guy. Just like pulling out a carrot to bring out the mud, catch one bad guy and pull out a bunch of bad guys!
“Wait, I have a trick!”
Mao’er’s eyes suddenly lit up: “He is a believer in Buddhism and has killed so many people. How about we pretend to be a ghost and lie to him? ?”
“Pretending to be a ghost?” Yang Fuwang frowned: “Is that possible?”
“Let’s try it first”
Mao'er smiled and said: "I know a person. He is also here. He is much older than us. He used to be a performer on the overpass and knows ventriloquism! Let's go and beg him!"
Yang Fuwang pondered for a moment and clicked. Nodding: "Then let's go back first, tell other people not to come over, and let's pretend to be ghosts together!"
The two of them made a plan, and immediately turned back and ran towards the camp quietly, and Jiang Monk Bian didn't notice at all and was still scrubbing his body.
After washing for a while, he got dressed leisurely and walked back.
It can be seen that this monk is also a practitioner. I don’t know what his level is, but at least he is resistant to freezing. On such a cold day, he washed himself with cold river water for a long time, and the clothes he wore were not too thick. , and his complexion was rosy at this time.
As we walked and approached the camp, an eerie voice suddenly sounded in the distance.
“Give me back my life—”
The monk was startled and looked around, but he didn’t hear any sound again.
He shook his head and patted his head: "Damn it, your ears are filled with water. This is..."
But before he finished speaking, something floated in the distance again. A ghastly voice, but it was a female voice just now, and this time it is a male voice: "You killed me... I hate it so much..."
The monk was trembling all over, and his face that was rosy just now turned pale in an instant!
"Fake, fake..."
He looked around in horror, but he could faintly see a few gray figures floating in the dark night ahead, appearing from time to time. This side, and sometimes appeared on the other side dozens of steps away...
"Is there really a ghost?!"
The monk's pupils dilated due to fear, and he subconsciously began to retreat a little bit.
"Give me back my life!"
The ghostly voice sounded again, and at the same time, an invisible force suddenly came with the wind and slapped him hard on the back!
The monk was photographed and fell to the ground. When he raised his head, his eyes were filled with fear. He turned his head, got up, and ran towards the other side, shouting. stand up!
"Don't come to me! Every injustice has its own owner, I'm just a worker!"
In the night, a group of children wearing rags peeked out from under the cloth They came out of their heads and looked at each other.
"Who pushed him just now?" someone asked.
Everyone shook their heads: "I don't know."
"No way..." Another child's eyes brightened: "Is there really a ghost looking for revenge on him?"
Yang Fuwang stuck his head out and sneered: "Even if there is really a ghost, he is still on our side! Go after him, scare him out of his courage, and make him tell everything!"
A group of people The child chuckled, put on the rag again, and followed the monk in the direction.
After they were all gone, Fu Qingzhou walked out of the shadows and waved his fan with a smile, showing a bit of Jigong style.
(End of this chapter)