[Praying for Rain Village] Hidden Evil Doers

The Ghost Weapon was a gift bestowed by the Blood Sect to the trialists.

And because of this, it possesses absolute privacy.

A person could lend their Ghost Weapon to others in the same Blood Gate, but they could not give it away, and when the Ghost Weapon owner died, all the Ghost Weapons he possessed would be sealed and turned into the most ordinary of items.

The newcomer named Luo Yan, only after the crowd had left did she carefully open the door to her room, gritted her teeth, and held back her inner fear as she entered Tang Jiao's room.

She didn't dare to look at the hideous corpses on the floor, trembling as she searched the room, and in the end, she found three Ghost Weapons inside Tang Jiao's backpack.

Although she was aware of the rule, she still placed thisThree ghostly weapons were loaded, who knows if they work, in case they do?

When people were desperate, they would not let go of even the slightest suspicion of light!

This was the case with Luo Yan.

But when she loaded these three ghost weapons into her backpack and was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly stopped in place.

A great panic flowed from her eyes as she stared at the ground in front of her and shivered.

The corpses that had been all over the ground just a moment ago were ... gone!

What disappeared was not only the corpses, but also the blood on the ground.

It was as if ... this room had never been inhabited by a person named Tang Jiao.

Luo Yan was terrified, she felt eerie behind her, as if the dead Tang Jiao was watching her from somewhere, so she rushed out of Tang Jiao's room without looking back, ran back to her own residence, and then locked the door behind her. ...

Around ten o'clock in the morning, the three glasses men went out to look for new clues, while Bai Xiaoxia, who had been actively searching for clues, had only just woken up and washed up at this time.

Ning Qiushui moved a chair and sat in the open space to bask in the sun.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry either.

Neither of the two were in a hurry, but Liu Chengfeng was in a hurry.

"Little brother, what's going on with you guys?"

"Aren't we going to look for clues this morning?"

Ning Qiu Shui didn't turn his head back, sitting on his chair and shaking, only his brows were locked, as if he was thinking about somethingWhat's the matter.

"Clues? What more clues to look for?"

Liu Chengfeng came in front of him with big strides.

"Don't we still have an attraction we haven't seen?"

"That spot might have a key clue?"

Ning Qiushui shook his head.

"It's useless."

Liu Chengfeng didn't understand what Ning Qiushui was thinking and let out an ah, just as he wanted to continue asking, Bai Xiaoxia's voice came from behind him:

"We've already got the clues we want, so if we go and risk looking for it again, what we see will be nothing more than lies from the villagers."

Liu Chengfeng didn't understand and Bai Xiaoxiao continued to explain:

"These attractions are constructed by the villagers in charge, and it is what they want us to see, so it is simply impossible to find the truth ... from these attractions."

Liu Chengfeng was a little anxious:

"Then what to do? We can't just sit around and wait for death, there are less than five days before the temple festival starts!"

Bai Xiaoxiao sighed lightly when she saw Liu Chengfeng in this state.

"I know you're in a hurry, but you shouldn't be in a hurry first."

"It's useless to be in a hurry."

At this time, Ning Qiushui, who had been sitting on a chair basking in the sun, asked that question from the very beginning again:

"You guys, what role did the Ruan Clan's people play in the hints given to us by the Blood Sect?"

"Are they the good ones who shed their blood, or the merciful ones who cut off their heads?"

"Or ... are they the innocents who thirst for sweet rains and stability?"

Both of them heard something in Ning Qiushui's words, and Bai Xiaoxiao vaguely caught something and raised her eyes to glance at Ning Qiushui.

"Qiushui, what do you think?"

Ning Qiushui turned her head this time and looked at the two of them, her eyes unprecedentedly sharp and clear.

"The answer is ... neither."

The duo was stunned.

"Neither?"

Ning Qiushui said:

"At first, I never understood what this blood door gave usWhat the hints really mean ..."

"But now, I probably get it."

"Take note of the order of this prompt, guys."

"The kind ones shed their blood and turned it into sweet rain; the merciful ones cut off their heads and bestowed stability ... If that's the case, why should the innocent wait for sweet rain and stability?"

The two of them sniffed and were violently stunned.

Ning Qiushui continued:

"Because they have neither received the sweet rains bestowed by the virtuous nor the stability bestowed by the compassionate!"

"Among this group of people, there is also a ... perpetrator of evil!"

"He has dried up the blood of the virtuous, the head of the merciful, and the innocents ... of nothing!"

Listening to what Ning Qiushui had said, the duo felt their breath become short.

"Little brother, according to you, Granny Ruan is the evil doer?"

"But why would she do this ... It doesn't make sense ah, they are all from the same village, and we don't have any enemies ..."

Just when Liu Chengfeng was unsure, Bai Xiaoxiao on the side smiled skinlessly and said something that sent chills down his back:

"How can we reflect the status of a goddess in the village?"

"Of course it's ... making this village haunted."

Boom!

As if struck by lightning, Liu Chengfeng widened his own eyes and stood still, motionless.

"This ... this ..."

Looking at his incredulous look, Bai Xiaoxiao sneered:

"Sometimes ah ... people can be much scarier than ghosts!"

After a moment of silence, Ning Qiushui said:

"Yesterday at noon, there was an auntie in the canteen who gave me food, and when I asked her a question about the architectural style of the canteen, her eyes dodged ..."

"She must know something, but when I went to look for her in the canteen this morning, she didn't show up, and the canteen staff said she wouldn't come until noon."

"We still have time, wait a little longer, at noon I want to talk to her alone ... with Guangchuan's tablet."

The two nodded.

If they could ask something directly from a person who knew about itThe truth of the situation, that was naturally the best.

As soon as lunch started at noon, the three of them walked into the canteen.

However, when she saw the canteen aunt who was serving the meal, Ning Qiushui frowned.

This person ... was not the one from yesterday!

Vaguely, an ominous feeling pervaded his heart.

"Hello uncle, I wanted to ask ... how come the auntie who beat the meal yesterday didn't come?"

The old man with the cloudy eyes who had been cooking rice was confused for a moment before he realised what question Ning Qiushui had asked him.

"She, ah, doesn't seem to be feeling too well ..."