When the video arrived here, a fast forward finally appeared. The flames jumped violently, and the burning speed of the pool of liquid became faster, and the area and thickness were shrinking. The red and yellow flames gradually dimmed and turned into a cool tone, not dark green, but blue-blue interlaced color, and the pool of liquid also turned into this strange color.

When the fire was completely extinguished, a sudden wind appeared in the room, and it swept around, just like when it appeared, and it disappeared abruptly. The corpse in this room was gone, and the blood marks remained. The home decorations were damaged and covered with dust. The fire that occurred before seemed like a dream.

Wu Ling stepped into the room, and the camera searched in the empty room.

This room is a bit different from the next door. It has a bed, a table, a chair, and a cabinet next to the wall. The bed is the same, but there is a desk, a chair, and a cabinet placed against the wall. The wooden furniture and the thread-bound books in the cabinet were not destroyed in the fire just now.

Wu Ling looked up the furniture and books, but gained nothing.

The camera turned to the old man.

The old man's face was filled with a look of contemplation, sweat was squeezed out from the wrinkles on his forehead, and black pus and blood flowed out from the terrifying wound on his neck.

"There are no two rooms, that's in that backyard. Does the first door lead to the backyard?" Wu Ling asked, raising his foot and leaving.

The old man's eyes lit up and he closed his hands, "Yes! She also went to the toilet when she was treating her illness here!"

"The filthy land is the most suitable for setting up some evil spells." Wu Ling commented.

The old man hurriedly ran out. He looked like he was in his twenties and had a bright future in life. But he was a dead person in reality, and a hundred years passed in reality. What can he do if he went out?

Wu Ling followed.

The camera captured the scene behind the first door.

Behind the small porch is a spacious yard with a row of rooms at the back. The yard is square in total, with a block missing in the lower left corner and a wall is built, which should be the location of the two rooms.

The yard is open, but it is pitch black, just like someone has painted the sky with ink. Even the dark night without moon and stars cannot be so dark. This black is the same as the scene I first photographed outside Shennong Hall.

The old man ran to the small thatched hut on his right and pushed the door open.

The camera first looked around the yard, took a picture of the whole yard, and then moved to the toilet.

The ancient toilet was simple, and there was a wooden Gongguan in it. Although it was obviously washed clean and accumulated dust like other furniture, it still made people feel a little disgusting. The old man didn't feel disgusted and was full of energy. He touched the walls of the toilet and then flipped the Gongguan around.

Wu Ling reminded: "There is a trace on the ground."

The old man then put the Gongzhu aside.

The camera was pulled closer and facing the original position of the Gongbu. Because dust was accumulated everywhere, there was a very clear mark on the ground here.

"This is just gray." The old man slapped his hand on the ground and then said "huh".

The place where he wiped his hand was gone, but there was still a circle of traces.

"Is it because the Gongzhu has been left for a long time..." The old man kept groping on the ground, and his spirit of research was very strong.

Wu Ling didn't urge him, just took photos.

The toilet floor was not covered with blue bricks, but solid land. The old man touched it a little nervously, and gradually, he used his strength to dig with his bare hands. The nails on his hand quickly turned up, and it was bloody, but he seemed to have no feeling and was digging like an obsession.

The digging soil was thrown aside, and he didn't dig it for too long. His hands stopped and his whole body began to tremble. After a while, the old man turned his head tremblingly.

In the camera, the old man's expression was very strange, like laughing, like crying, and also at a loss and hatred.

Wu Ling did not speak anyway, but just held it steadily, without shaking the camera, and did not take pictures of the old man digging anything, nor did he take pictures of the old man's close-up.

The old man exhaled, turned his head back, and the action of digging the pit became calm, but his body was still trembling slightly. He carefully brushed away something in the pit, and then used his hands to lift something out.

The shabby straw mat was wrapped in something, not big, and was carefully placed on the ground by the old man. His spirit seemed to be in his twenties younger, but now he got old again, and his whole spirit was drained away, revealing the fear of being scared.

Wu Ling stepped forward now and then turned up and lifted the straw mat.

The old man's hand appeared in the camera, as if he was trying to stop Wu Ling's movements, but he was one step late.

In the camera, the straw mat was lifted up, and suddenly the body of a baby appeared, which had mostly rotted, and maggots were crawling on it, hiking around in the gaps in the clothes.

"Is it Yang's child?" Wu Ling asked calmly.

The old man touched the straw mat, then touched the faded clothes, "I don't know... that child... Yang was holding the body..." He said intermittently, without breathing heavily, without hesitation, and only an unbearable pain.

"What's going on?" Wu Ling's tone became a little more serious.

The camera turned and pointed at the old man.

The old man collapsed on the ground, looked at the little corpse, and turbid tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.

After a long time, the old man said, "I remember that day, Yang came in with the child in his arms. The child's face turned blue at that time. Doctor Xu hurriedly called me. I was in the back at that time. When I heard the movement, I came out quickly. When I saw the child like that, I snatched someone from Yang's arms and took him to the inner room, gave him an acupuncture and massage, and asked Doctor Xu to make medicine soup. The child could not take that big pill, so Doctor Xu went to first aid

The pills used turned into water... We were busy, and Yang was crying begging us to save his son... It should be my eldest son. He also sat in the clinic to comfort Yang and asked Yang not to disturb him. When Dr. Xu brought the medicine in, Yang met him and the bowl of medicine spilled... In fact, whether it would spill or not, whether the child would be filled or not, we don't know what effect would have. Our era was not as good as your era..."

The old man smiled bitterly, "The child died, Yang stopped making trouble, hugged the child and cried, and he lost his soul. The people from her husband's family came after him. When they heard that the child died, they said that we had killed the person. I also found out later that Yang's life was not easy in his husband's family, and his parents-in-law didn't like her. She finally got a child, but the child died like this... Yang's husband's family wanted to extort money, and I made the decision and gave some money for the funeral. Let me make it clear.

It was the money for funerals, not that we had to kill people. They refused to let go. My eldest grandson was only in his teens and was an apprentice in the clinic. He was young and had a bad temper, so he argued with the family. He said it clearly. What kind of child's disease is difficult to cure, and it was too late to be sent to the hospital. Yang even knocked over the decoction and found that many of their relatives died of palpitations. But what if he explained it clearly? Those people didn't reason with us at all..."
Chapter completed!