About my eyes being reincarnated as my husband

Chapter 33

When we parted, Lin Qingquan saw the corpse spots on Jing Ani's back slowly penetrated from the skin into the muscles, and were about to reach the bone marrow, like rotten moss extending continuously, and finally rooted in the deepest part.

Days of running and tossing, as well as his worry about Kusama Hui, all intensified the spread of corpse spots.

Now the corpse plaque has almost penetrated into the bone.

Lin Qingquan looked at his apparently not-so-smooth movements and awkward walking posture, presumably when he returned with a devil's heart, Jing Ani was already a disabled person who could only move around in a wheelchair.

As for Ash Kusama lying on the sickbed, he was in a deep coma due to wound infection.

The situation of these two people is very bad.

It is very simple to determine the location of the demon.

Wherever magic power appears, there must be abnormality and death.

Soon Lin Qingquan locked on a place called Fengling Village.

Famous for producing glass wind chimes, Fengling Village has a large population of two to three thousand people. It is a custom village where every household attaches wind chimes to the four corners of the eaves.The whole village often jingles with the wind, which can be heard half a mile away.

Recently, there have been more than a dozen deaths of middle-aged men in Fengling Village.

These men all have one thing in common: they are married, and their wives are pregnant soon.

What is the reason for the magician to pick the right father to attack?

Lin Qingquan set off for Fengling Village single-handedly with his eyes full.

It is enough to bring only one person, and everyone else will only become a burden.He had to make a quick decision.

While still in the carriage, I heard the tinkle of glass colliding.Lin Qingquan's preconceived notion made Lin Qingquan always feel that this sounded supernatural. Thousands of glass wind chimes rang together, and the distance was getting closer and closer, as if a ship full of demon spirits was crashing towards him.

"Mumu, when you arrive at Fengling Village, you must stay by my side for a moment." Lin Qingquan said to Mumu who was sitting next to him, "It is said that the village is so lively and decorated differently, although it is The village is like a small town. The villagers are very rich, and fireworks are set off ten nights a month, and the number of various festivals and temple fairs is countless."

Lin Qingquan lifted the bamboo fan over Mumu's chin, and told it: "When you get there, don't get lost."

Coming in the name of Xuanwu Mountain, one will naturally receive VIP-level treatment.

The village chief and his wife came out to greet him.The red torii at the head of the village is tied with a thick rope, and all kinds of glass wind chimes are tied on the rope. When the wind blows, the volume sounds like an orchestral ensemble, which is very similar to calling for souls.

"In this month in our Fengling Village, twenty households have become widows. They are all widows with posthumous children, which is so pitiful." The wife of the village chief said, "The devil seems to be particularly partial to the man who is about to become a father... ..."

As she spoke, her eyes were red, and the tears couldn't stop flowing from her fingers, "Including my poor son, and my daughter-in-law who is two months pregnant..."

Her husband embraced his wife in silence, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, obviously wanting to cry or not.

When they looked calmer, Lin Qingquan asked, "Dare to ask, how did these men die?"

"It's all sudden death," said the village chief. "One moment you were chatting and laughing, and the next moment you died unexpectedly, without warning. Or you died suddenly while feeding the horses, or you died suddenly while you were carrying glass, or you died while making wind chimes. Sudden death, some even said this happily, and died suddenly... Like my son, he is usually healthy and capable, can eat a chicken for a meal, he is not sick, but he is out to give My daughter-in-law died suddenly while buying sour plums. When he died, he was less than a hundred steps away from home, and the sour plums in his hand were scattered all over the ground..."

Lin Qingquan saluted and asked: "Dare to ask, can you let me see the remains of these men?"

The village chief showed a look of embarrassment, "Most of them have already been buried in the ground. It would be too impolite to dig out the remains from the grave."

"Is there any one that hasn't been buried yet?" Lin Qingquan asked, "If you want to investigate the cause of death, you can only start from the corpse. Although it seems to be offensive to the deceased, if you want to get to the bottom of it, you must do this."

"Yes, there is. But..." The voice of the village chief lowered and lowered, hesitating very much.

"Our son, hasn't been buried yet?" His wife suddenly spoke.

She wiped away the tears on her face, her eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse after crying, mixed with a strong nasal voice.But there was light in her eyes, revealing a resolute determination, "My son died suddenly three days ago, and he was going to be buried in the cemetery next to the Buddhist temple tomorrow, and he is still staying in the Yizhuang. It's just right Use it to test these two adults."

The village chief said in embarrassment: "But he is our son..."

"He is indeed our son, but so what?" said the village head's wife. "The other men who died suddenly for no reason, aren't they the sons of other people's hard work? Are they not our villagers? The devil treats others Your son and our son are not all equally cruel, so what is the difference?"

Her continuous rhetorical questions left her husband speechless.

"If you want to find out the traces of demons, you can only look for them from the remains of people who have been attacked by magic power." She continued, as if persuading her husband and herself, and the more she said, the calmer she became, "As long as you can put Find out the devil and avenge my son. I have already made up my mind to let him die without a whole body."

"It's not enough to die without a whole body." Lin Qingquan said, "Just take a look."

Yizhuang is the place where the coffin is temporarily parked before the body is buried.

In order to ensure that the corpse does not rot, many ice blocks are piled up here, forming an ice wall made of ice blocks on all sides.The temperature is very low, and when the door is opened, there is a stream of cold air. Walking in here is like walking into a cold storage.

Mumu took off her own haori and covered Lin Qingquan.

Several servants wearing masks removed the nails from the coffin and carried the heavy coffin lid down.

Lin Qingquan subconsciously closed his eyes and saw what was inside the coffin.

The skin is smooth and gray, without corpse spots, the limbs are soft without stiffness, the face looks like a newborn, and there is no trauma on the whole body.

Lin Qingquan looked at it for a while, then questioned: "Are you sure Lingtang died suddenly three days ago?"

"Sure. I even remember the time. He left for three days plus an hour." The village head's wife said, "Three days ago, he said that his daughter-in-law had a bad appetite and wanted to eat sour plums, so he went to buy sour May. He died suddenly on the way back."

"But looking at the internal organs and bones, it doesn't look like he's been dead for three days, but it looks like he's been dead for several months." Lin Qingquan said, "His internal organs are so blurred that the outline and shape can't be seen clearly."

Under the premise of keeping fresh with ice cubes, the soft tissues of the whole body rotted, and more than half of the internal organs were corroded.

It can be said that except for a bright shell, the inside is no different from paste.

This level of corruption is absolutely impossible to achieve in three days.

So weird.

The village chief looked pale, "How is this possible?"

"It's true." Lin Qingquan said, "All the organs are transformed into..."

At this moment, Mu Mu secretly held his finger, signaling him not to continue talking.

Lin Qingquan was stunned for a moment, and swallowed those more hurtful words, "In short, Lingtang did die from the recovery of magic power."

The coffin was opened for autopsy, but fortunately no autopsy was required.But seeing their son who died suddenly again made the village head and his wife even more depressed.The village chief's wife kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief and wept loudly in the mourning hall on the spot. Even the village chief couldn't help crying, and the atmosphere became sad and depressing.

Coming out of Yizhuang, Mu Mu was also lost by the atmosphere just now.

Its brows were raised higher than the end of its brows, and its two thin mouths were pursed, making it a little depressed.

Lin Qingquan touched its head and said softly: "Go, I'll take you to eat something."

People in Fengling Village live a prosperous life, and there are food shops on both sides of the street, including desserts.Lovely rice balls are piled on the green leaves, candies shaped like characters, and fried tofu with a soft bean fragrance; but the most noble thing is the sugar-marinated dried persimmons with a white surface.

In the Edo period, white sugar was a luxury item, and the dried persimmons made by pickling them with white sugar were delicious, even sweeter than white sugar.Therefore, the price of dried persimmons is extremely expensive and has the same status as yokan.

Lin Qingquan waited in line for a long time, exhausted almost all his money, and successfully bought a dried persimmon.

Yes, all the money was spent, and only a dried persimmon the size of a palm was exchanged.

"I bought it specially for you." Lin Qingquan took Mu Mu's arm, regardless of whether it likes to eat or not, with a skillful movement of one hand, he stuffed the persimmon into its mouth, "Taste it, I heard that eating sweets can help you eat more." It makes people feel better. Besides, strictly speaking, you are still a minor. Don't you children love sweets?"

Mumu took a bite mechanically, and then took the dried persimmon with a missing corner in his hand.

In its field of vision, above the crescent-shaped dried persimmon, is Lin Qingquan's smiling face.

The overly sweet taste and Lin Qingquan's beautiful facial features blend into its senses.So Lin Qingquan and the taste of sweetness established an unbreakable connection.

Lin Qingquan held Mumu intimately, leaning half of his body on it, not caring what passers-by thought, "What are you doing in a daze? Walk forward."

He walked behind Mumu, held its thin waist with both hands, pinched it lightly, and pushed it forward with no strength.Mu Mu had always had thoughts about him, but being so maliciously seduced by him made her even more confused.

If the mind is disturbed, chaos will arise.

Its legs and feet were stiff, and it accidentally stepped on the foot of a pedestrian beside him, causing the other person to cry out in pain.

"Hey! Are you blind!" The man was tall and strong, his skin was smooth and smooth, and it seemed that the food was good.With his Tsukiyo head shaved and his clothes made of silk, he looked like a distinguished warrior nobleman.

He saw that Mumu was not Yuedaitou, and his expression became domineering. He grabbed its collar and said, "Do you know that there is no reason for a samurai to kill civilians. I can definitely chop your head off." Come down and hang it on the torii..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a whoosh, and then something sharp pierced the flesh and flew into the hand he was holding.There, the pain of soreness and swelling spread, like a tree breaking through the bones and flesh and growing and blooming, half of his body lost strength, forcing him to loosen his eyesight.

The samurai lowered his head and saw a shiny nail driven into the back of his hand, and the blood kept flowing out from the gap between the nail and the skin.

He was terrified, and said like a frightened bird: "Who did it?!"

"Me." Lin Qingquan came out holding the wooden gun, without any fear, he admitted it straightforwardly.

The samurai was startled by the coldness in his eyes, and said loudly: "You...what do you want to do?!"

"I want to kill you." Lin Qingquan looked into his eyes, his face was frosty, and a cold-blooded killer's gaze was released from his eyes.There is actually no emotion in this look, but looking at it makes people feel terrified, "Because you moved my people."

"How unreasonable!" The samurai turned his hand and drew the knife, but when he swung it, he saw Lin Qingquan pick up a wooden sign.

The wooden sign is edged with jadeite and engraved with a gold-plated word "mirror".

"I came from Xuanwu Mountain, representing Jingmen." Lin Qingquan said, "You are also an aristocrat, so you must have heard of Jingmen, which has been a high-ranking nobleman for generations. If you kill me today, you will be troubled by Jingmen in the future." .Especially the one named Jing Ami, he will never let you go."

The wooden sign is a close-fitting thing of Jing Ani.

Before leaving, Jing Ani gave the wooden sign to Lin Qingquan, in order to make it easier for him to do things with the wooden sign.

This is probably the only good thing Kagami has done so far.

Of course, his fundamental purpose is to cure Kusama Ash.

The samurai blew his beard and stared, abruptly put the knife into the sheath, his face livid, and walked away angrily.

"Mumu, did I scare you just now?" Lin Qingquan put the gun back in his pocket and said seriously, "But it's okay to scare you. I just want you to know that no one is allowed except me. bully you."

She just stared at him intently.Looking over from those deep black eyes, there is no worldly thing mixed in it, like ice and snow, but without the coldness of ice and snow, it is probably the water of the seven treasures and eight merits written in the Buddhist scriptures.

Lin Qingquan sighed silently, and said: "Mumu, it would be great if you weren't a magic fetus. It's fine if you are a magic fetus, but it would be great if your host is not me. In this way, I won't be able to..."

He didn't say any more, but took Mu Mu's hand and continued to walk forward.

But after walking a few steps, his eyes suddenly stopped, and he pointed to the sushi stall not far ahead.

There, Lin Qingquan saw a man eating nigiri sushi.

A strange man eating nigiri sushi.

His stomach was wriggling, but the intestines were glued together, semifluid like a rotting corpse.

It's very similar to the son of the village chief.