When the police came, they did not expect that there would be so many hair, nails and other items belonging to missing persons.

Tianming was handcuffed and several people escorted him out.

Before leaving, he stared at Ruan Xia.

"Don't be complacent, someone will take care of you."

Ruan Xia was troubled by this sentence all night.

She thought hard and finally came to a conclusion.

There should be someone else above Tianming. To be honest, he is also a wage earner.

As for who that person was, Ruan Xia had no idea at all.

Could it be that old man? The old Taoist priest Tianming changed his form, and he had already admitted it.

Not long after, Mo Tingye went upstairs with hot soup.

"Drink some to warm yourself up."

Ruan Xia hummed and took it.

"How's it going with the police?"

Mo Tingye took out his mobile phone and showed Ruan Xia the news headlines.

The police detected the DNA of dozens of people from the hair and fingernails. Some were missing persons who had been reported to the police, and some were still alive but had interests in Tianming.

"The Xuanwu Gate has been sealed, and the Taoist priests have been dispersed."

Ruan Xia nodded.

She raised her hand and made a phone call.

"Mr. Gu, you can be sure that the person who is looking for someone to do this is your brother. The rest is your Gu family's family affairs, and I will not get involved."

Mo Tingye said while stirring the soup with a spoon.

"Is this what Mr. Gu asked you to do?"

Ruan Xia nodded.

Mr. Gu, a veteran who has been in shopping malls for many years, is decisive in killing people and will never believe that such an unreasonable disaster will happen to him.

Maybe he already knew the answer, and Ruan Xia's call just made him feel at ease.

Then a prompt popped up on Ruan Xia's phone.

It's a message from the bank.

Mr. Gu paid an extra sum in addition to the remuneration.

Ruan Xia was so happy that she was one step closer to her dream of a resort.

Mo Tingye asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Ruan Xia took a sip of the hot soup, and the warmth climbed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

"It's nothing. By the way, how about Mojiacun..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her cell phone rang.

Mo Tingye raised his eyes and showed the screen to her.

"Cao Cao will be here soon, brother Dayong."

He answered the call neatly and pressed the speakerphone.

"Brother Yong, long time no see."

There was a whistling sound of wind coming from Brother Yong's side, as if he were standing on a mountain.

"Mr. Mo, is Master Ruan next to you?"

Mo Tingye held the soup in his mouth and said a vague "hmm".

"She is listening right next to me. If Brother Yong has anything to say, you can just say it."

Ruan Xia put down the spoon and said hello.

"Hey Brother Yong, does my sister-in-law miss me?"

Brother Yong smiled bitterly.

"Master Ruan, I have something to tell you. It's a big thing."

Ruan Xia suddenly felt something was wrong. She calculated with her fingers and sat up straight.

"Brother Yong, is there something wrong with the village?"

The phone was answered immediately.

"Yes! This is unusual, simply...unbelievable!"

Brother Yong said that he would start telling what happened in the village.

After Mo Qiang was captured, Fu Shou stayed in the village.

The village returned to normal, everyone took turns taking care of the child, and soon Fushou became more energetic.

Later, strange things began to happen frequently in the village.

First, the chickens, ducks and geese in the village died inexplicably. The death was very strange, with no blood and no poison.

Later, the larger livestock, cattle, sheep, and pigs, all died.

The old people in the village lamented that it was probably a disaster year, so every household should pay tribute to ensure the safety of the village.

I paid my respects and even asked the gentleman next door to perform the dance.

The situation has not improved, and has even become increasingly uncontrollable.

The villagers began to suspect that the plague had been introduced, so they notified the health and epidemic prevention station to come and take samples.

After checking around, there is only one conclusion, it's okay.

Now everyone in the village was panicking. Nothing like this had happened in decades or hundreds of years.

Just when everyone in the village was panicking, something even weirder happened.

First, the oldest old man in the village left as soon as he fell asleep.

Because you are older and don’t have any illnesses, this type of illness is generally called happiness or mourning.

But before the old man's funeral affairs were finished, another old man passed away, and the situation was exactly the same as the previous one.

Now everyone was panicking. They all said that the village was cursed, and the person who placed the curse was Mo Qiang! He wants to take revenge on the people in the village.

Mo Dayong's voice was trembling.

"Master Ruan, I believe you. Tell me, is it that guy's fault?"

Ruan Xia frowned and said two words with certainty.

"no."

"First of all, he is not a cultivator. He just learned a little bit of evil magic. He is completely unable to cause such a large-scale harm. Do you understand what I mean?"

To put it bluntly, Mo Qiang learned all about Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu. He can barely scare people, but hurt them? Absolutely impossible.

But in this situation in the village, it was obvious that someone from a high level had taken action, or at least set up a formation.

"Master Ruan, tell me, what is going on? Three old people have died in seven days, and everyone can hardly bear it."

Ruan Xia couldn't figure it out now. It was as if someone had placed a barrier on the village. Her consciousness looked through it, and there was only boundless fog left.

"Has anything strange happened in the village recently?"

After thinking hard, Mo Dayong spoke.

"There is one very strange thing. That kid from Fu Shou led me up the mountain one day."

Mo Dayong fell into memories.

It was a rainy day. It had just rained and the mountain road was very slippery.

That day, my neighbor, Mrs. Mo, had just been buried, and the whole village was enveloped in an atmosphere of sadness.

Mo Dayong was sitting in the yard when Fu Shou suddenly ran over and pulled him away.

"I thought the child was scared, so I wanted to stay with him. This child has no father or mother, and everyone in the village feels sorry for him."

Then he was pulled to the mountain by Fu Shou. There was a cliff, and the land there was bulging as if it were boiling.

As the ground undulated, thick black liquid emerged.

Mo Dayong boldly approached, but was taken a step back by the fishy smell!

"It's blood, black blood! It's surging up. I'm scared to death."

Mo Dayong quickly carried Fu Shou down the mountain, and called a few strong men to go up the mountain with shovels and pickaxes.

It was already raining, and when the group arrived at the place, they found that nothing like what Mo Dayong said had happened.

"They all say I'm dazzled, but I'm really not! Fushou can testify that that kid is honest and never lies!"

Mo Dayong's voice was very urgent. It was obvious that what he said was taken as a joke and no one believed it.

"After that day, another old man died in the village. Not only the old man, but also the children in the village began to fall ill, with a high fever that would not go away."

"There is no way to send him to the hospital."

Mo Dayong choked with sobs.

"Master Ruan, I know you are busy, please save Mojia Village, we are really in trouble!"

Ruan Xia comforted Mo Dayong for a few words, hung up the phone and stood up immediately.

"No, I have to go."

Mo Tingye also stood up.

"I'll go with you."

Ruan Xia immediately rejected him.

"You have just changed your fate and your soul is unstable. You are not suitable for going to such a dangerous place."

Mo Tingye made the call directly.

"Get the car ready and we'll leave in five minutes."