Chapter 205 Burial

"It turns out to be Uncle Song Feizhong." Chen Jianming greeted him, "I am Chen Jianming, Chen Dahai, Chen Jia Village next to my father."

"I am Song Fangfang, my father Song Jianlin." Song Fangfang nodded, and then said to Xu Que: "This is Uncle Song Feizhong, the village chief here."

People in the countryside may not be familiar with the children of the younger generation, but their fathers are basically very familiar with each other. After all, a village is not big, and their fathers basically grow up playing together.

Sure enough, Song Feizhong nodded, "So it's you, why are you here in this ghost place?"

He held some rice and some oil in his hand and looked at the things in his hand, "If I hadn't given some food to the poor household Mr. Song Fang, you wouldn't have to go in, right? I'll tell you that there is something weird here."

The Uncle Song Fang he mentioned was the two Uncle Xu Que and the others just went to.

Chen Jianming thought for a while and said directly: "Village Chief, you should know about my affairs."

As he said that, he took out the puppet doll in his hand, "My fiancée, who is also from this village, received this puppet doll not long ago, and died the next day, and her tongue was torn off. Do you know?"

Song Feizhong's face turned blue and white.

"Of course I know about this." Then he looked at the house in front of him, "I'll send the oil and rice first, go back to my house, and I'll talk to you."

"OK."

Song Feizhong put the rice and oil at the door of the two old men's houses, and said something at the door, but he didn't go in and hurriedly left.

"Uncle Song, why did you run out in such a panic?" Chen Jianming asked curiously.

"The two old men are a little confused and are so scared that they are so scared that they go."

"Uncle Song, you are such a good person. You even give them rice and oil."

At this time, Xu Que said, "Do you often see them?"

"Well, but it's not because I'm good, but because our family is ashamed of them."

"How to say it?" Xu Que became interested and felt that there was something secret there.

Next, Song Feizhong talked about the previous incident of Yang Juan killing the boy because of suspicion that Yang Juan had killed him.

Finally, he said: "It was our family who took everyone to trouble Yang Juan. Hey, I found out that the matter was not done by Yang Juan. My grandfather felt guilty and wanted to compensate Yang Juan, but Yang Juan was already crazy at that time, and then he could only give the things to Yang Juan's neighbors and ask them to help hand them over."

"So that's how it is." Xu Que nodded slightly.

Song Feizhong's family has a pretty good condition in the village, and the villa is second only to Song Fangfang's family.

After entering the house, Song Feizhong poured tea for Xu Que and others, and the first sentence was to say to Chen Jianming: "Jianming, this puppet doll, be buried before night."

"Buried?" Chen Jianming couldn't help but say the words of the old man in his seventies and eighties before, and then said: "That old man also asked me to bury this puppet."

"He said it's not wrong. I ask you, were you around before your fiancée died? Did you hear a scream?"

"I'm not here, but my neighbor heard her scream and called the police at that time." Chen Jianming said recalling.

"That's right."

Song Feizhong's face was solemn, "In fact, do you know why there are only such people in our village?"

"Aren't we all out?" Song Fangfang asked at this time.

"That's one thing, let's do it. I'll show you some previous photos, all of which were murders that happened in the village after Yang Juan's death!"

Song Feizhong seemed to have made up some decision, walked to the bedroom and took out a small box.

When I opened the box, there were more than twenty photos with not very clear colors.

When he saw the first photo, Xu Que's head buzzed and it was blank.

Because the dead people in this photo are so scary.

In the photo, there is a family of four sitting quietly in front of a table with a lot of food in front of the table.

But what's strange is that all these four people opened their mouths wide.

There was a scarlet red on the mouth, and it was very big.

All four people in the photo opened their eyes wide, as if they saw the most terrifying thing.

"They are..." Xu Que looked at Song Feizhong suspiciously.

"This family is my second uncle's family, and they are all dead."

Song Feizhong took this photo and looked at the next one.

"This is my third aunt's house."

"This is my uncle's house."

"This is my...aunt's house..."

"This is my distant cousin's house..."

Xu Que was shocked. It was not easy to be your relative, all of them died!

Looking at the photos one by one, almost all the dead were grinning, staring at the death ahead with a big mouth, staring at the look of horror.

"They were all plucked?" Xu Que said.

"Yes, back then, after Yang Juan's death, many people in our village had such puppet dolls for no reason, and then they began to die because there were too many people dead, so we later destroyed these puppet dolls."

Song Feizhong stared at the puppet doll on the table, "After that, he even sealed up Yang Juan's home. Since then, nothing strange happened here."

"But why is this happening again now?" Chen Jianming asked, "Is my wife really given to her by Yang Juan..."

"At that time, there was actually a legend. According to my elders, before Yang Juan died, she told her neighbor that she wanted to make the most perfect puppet in the world. Once the most perfect puppet is completed, she would kill all of our Song family."

"The most perfect puppet? But didn't she kill many people after she died?" Chen Jianming asked.

"I think I can explain this." Xu Que vaguely grasped some clues and explained: "The reason why Yang Juan killed people at the beginning was because she did not make the most perfect puppet. She killed people, probably for... to make materials?"

"Material?"

"Um."

Xu Que nodded solemnly because Xiaoxue behind her just now whispered to remind her.

In the world, whether it is a doll, a puppet doll, or any weird thing, its best material is the corpse.

The corpse is an extremely yin thing.

For example, if a corpse is buried in the ground and not rotten for many years, it is very likely to become a demon in decades.

"So what Yang Juan said about making the most perfect puppet is very likely. At the beginning, she killed people not for killing people, but for the purpose of material. Now she suddenly started a new killing, and it is very likely that she has made it into the most perfect puppet!" Xu Que reminded.

"It's done, the most perfect puppet?"

Song Feizhong opened his mouth slightly, "It's impossible. Yang Juan is already dead. Even if she becomes a ghost, how can she make a puppet? You know, we have buried the dead in the past."

"We can dig open the graves and see," Xu Que said.

"It's impossible. If you do this, the people in the village will not agree."
Chapter completed!