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I will be stunned when I hear it, something white and red. After a moment, Uncle Tiger withdrew his gaze and said, "What you saw last night was not a Head, but a dead body." My eyes suddenly widened and I didn't believe it. Uncle Tiger smiled and pointed. I walked to the other side, and I followed Uncle Tiger's hand and saw that the ground on the side was covered with footprints, which led all the way to the door. But when I looked out the window last night, I didn’t see a body, and how could a dead body move around? Uncle Tiger seemed to know what I was thinking, so he asked me to go to a place with him. I looked at Uncle Tiger With a mysterious look on his face, his curiosity was filled to the brim. When I followed Uncle Tiger, I also noticed that there were still some footprints on the ground. Although they were not very clear, they were almost the same as those on the ground at home. After Uncle Tiger stopped, I realized that the place where Uncle Tiger asked me to go with him was exactly the mountain he knew how to look at. "Uncle Tiger, what are we doing here?" Uncle Tiger didn't answer directly and looked forward. I also looked over. It was a solitary pattern, but Tomb had been dug out. There were still a few candles that were almost burned out. "Wang Niu, don't you want to know what happened last night?" Uncle Tiger turned around and asked me. I nodded repeatedly, what happened last night was too weird, Uncle Tiger said in gratitude, squatted down, and picked up a few things from the ground. They looked very sharp, a bit like stones. UncleTiger said, "What you encountered last night was a flying dead body. Someone was here to control the dead body and make it climb out of the grave. Step by step, it walked to your house and wanted to kill you, but that person was not I am very proficient in Falling Corpse, so I used it twice. "I was stunned by the flying corpse. It was something I had never heard of. I said, "Uncle, if that person wanted to kill me, why did he arrest A Yao?"
Uncle Tiger shook his head and said, "Wang Niu, you are mistaken. The person from last night is not the same as the one who captured A Yao. This Falling Corpse technique is not from the Underworld, and it is a very basic form of Evil Arts. Those who hold a grudge against your family wouldn't even stoop to such petty tricks."
I was taken aback. Aside from my enemies, I didn't seem to have offended anyone else. How could this trouble arise?
Uncle Tiger urged me not to panic, saying it would be easy to track down that person. The individual from last night didn't use Falling Corpse to take my life; instead, they would be harmed by it. I believed they must have been injured and left behind something at the scene that could lead us to them.
I looked at the few stone-like objects in Uncle Tiger's hand and couldn't help but feel skeptical. Uncle Tiger smiled and explained, "These are called Yinsheng Stones. Every practitioner of Evil Arts possesses a Yinsheng Stone, which is crucial for their cultivation. Losing a stone means losing one's life. That person must have been injured last night and didn't have time to take their Yinsheng Stone with them, which is why it ended up here. They will definitely return for it. We just need to wait here and subdue them when they appear."
I looked at Uncle Tiger with admiration, surprised by how much he knew.
Since we needed to guard this place, Uncle Tiger asked me to go back and fetch some food for the mountain, saying we didn't know when that person might show up.
I returned to the village to get some food, but as I approached the village shrine, I noticed a large crowd of villagers gathered there, bustling about, with some people crying. It seemed something terrible had happened.
Thinking that Uncle Tiger was watching over things, I pushed my way through the crowd.
At the entrance of the shrine lay several lifeless bodies of children. The parents were crying inconsolably. I furrowed my brow and soon learned the details from the villagers.
That morning, parents had risen early to check on their children, only to find them in a gruesome state—mangled and bloodied, with huge bite marks on their necks from which blood flowed profusely.
They hadn’t heard any noise during the night nor had anyone entered their homes; how could their children be dead? In their grief and confusion, they carried the children's bodies to the shrine seeking answers.
The situation was too strange; even the wounds on the children were bizarre. For a while, the village chief didn’t know what to do.
This made me feel uneasy. Without even grabbing any food, I left the shrine and ran up the back mountain.
Uncle Tiger seemed busy setting something up. When he saw me arrive so quickly, he was surprised and asked why I was back so soon. I gasped for breath and told him that something serious had happened.
Uncle Tiger noticed my troubled expression and quickly asked what was wrong.
I informed him about the events that had transpired in the village. Without a word, Uncle Tiger immediately headed back to the village shrine.
Upon seeing Uncle Tiger, the villagers seemed to remember something and quickly made way for him. Even the village chief appeared quite agitated upon seeing Uncle Tiger, as if he had encountered a savior. It was likely that the parents were on the verge of driving the village chief to despair.
Uncle Tiger did not inquire about the parents; instead, he directly examined the bodies of the children.
At that moment, a strange green light suddenly emanated from his pocket. I was taken aback and hurriedly informed Uncle Tiger.
He pulled out an object from his pocket—it was the Yinsheng Stone glowing brightly.
Uncle Tiger seemed to understand something, his gaze flickering with a glimmer of insight. He glanced at the crowd and then withdrew his gaze, exchanging a few words with the village chief.
The chief's expression was one of surprise mixed with excitement.
Since the dead cannot be brought back to life, both the chief and Uncle Tiger could only comfort the parents of the children, assuring them that they would offer sky lanterns for their kids. This would help soothe their souls, and if fate allowed in the next life, they might still reunite with their children.
In this rural area, there was still a ritual for offering sky lanterns. The parents could only endure their pain. That evening, all the villagers gathered at the shrine to light the lanterns.
Countless lanterns rose into the night sky, creating an extraordinary celestial display.
Everyone gasped in awe, but just then, one lantern suddenly fell back down, emitting an eerie green glow. The villagers were startled, thinking it was a curse from above, and they hurriedly fled.
However, that particular lantern landed right on top of the shaman's head, enveloping her completely.
At that moment, several tall villagers appeared, each holding a thick rope, and they began to bind the shaman trapped inside the lantern.
I was taken aback and asked Uncle Tiger why he had tied up the shaman.
Uncle Tiger replied, "Because the shaman is the one who has harmed those children and brought down the flying spirits."
His words shocked me. I looked at the shaman, who had been helping our village for years. How could she possibly harm anyone?
I watched as Uncle Tiger approached the shaman and had someone light a torch in front of her, seemingly preparing to do something.
Upon seeing Uncle Tiger, the shaman's face showed a hint of panic and guilt. She shouted at him to let her go.
Uncle Tiger smiled but ignored her pleas. He pulled out the Yinsheng Stone from his pocket, and to my surprise, the shaman turned pale at the sight of it.
"Isn't this familiar? It's a pity you still revealed your true colors," Uncle Tiger said.
The shaman avoided Uncle Tiger's gaze, struggling against her bindings while still shouting for him to release her, claiming that we lived in a society governed by law and that she would call the police.
Uncle Tiger snorted coldly and retorted loudly, "I see you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. How dare you harm those innocent children? From the moment I brought Wang Niu back to the village, I sensed something was off. There was an overwhelming presence of Evil Energy here. I initially thought someone had brought dark entities into the village and began investigating in secret. To my surprise, it was your aura all along. Unfortunately for you, the heavens are not blind. After you attacked Wang Niu in the back mountains, you were caught by the ashes from Wang Niu's home. You still dared to go after Wang Niu again, but little did you know that dawn was approaching. The Falling Corpse technique is inherently sinister and can only be performed at night; it cannot withstand daylight. Not only could you not harm Wang Niu, but you also suffered backlash and were injured by the light of day. Your Vital Energy must have been greatly depleted. Who would have thought you couldn't hold back and ended up killing several children to absorb their essence to replenish your own dark energy?"
Before Uncle Tiger could finish, the shaman screamed frantically, "You're talking nonsense!"
Seeing that she still wouldn't accept reality, Uncle Tiger sneered and continued, "After killing those children, you hid among the crowd, hoping no one would suspect you. But what you didn't know is that this Yinsheng Stone has fallen into my hands. Your aura is closely linked to it; therefore, when the Yinsheng Stone reacted, I deduced that the culprit must be present. That's why I had the village chief mention this lantern festival and put the Yinsheng Stone into one of the lanterns to find you. As expected, the incident with Aunt Zhang's child is also tied to you."
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