Chapter 724 The Woods Where Dogs Are Raised

"The box itself is not special. It is just an ordinary wooden box. It is not made of gold. Is it because we were too poor at that time and the conditions did not allow it, or the things inside are not a big threat, so it doesn't matter."

Yang Jian looked at the wooden box buried under the mud in his hand and thought for a moment.

There is no doubt that this thing is weird.

But there was no supernatural incident, which felt a bit incredible.

I want to open it and take a look, but I am a little worried that my behavior will break a certain balance and bring about some unforeseen consequences.

After all, it looks like the thing is buried deep, and it should be the kind of existence that doesn't want to be discovered.

"But everything has been dug out. If I don't open it and take a look, I'm afraid I will be very unhappy." Yang Jian thought to himself.

He looked around.

There is no one around here.

But for the sake of safety, he took this wooden box along the fields and away from the countryside. If there was really something wrong with this thing and a supernatural event broke out, it couldn't happen near the village. At least it had to leave a relatively safe location. He knew that the people in the village were all his relatives and friends.

Even if the relationship is usually not good, we cannot be irresponsible.

Yang Jian just moved around.

What he didn't notice was that the figure reflected in the pond paused. For the first second, he didn't move at all. He just maintained the same posture as Yang Jian, peeping with a strange look in his eyes. he.

A second later, the figure under the pond started to move.

Every time you pass by a puddle, you can see the figure following Yang Jian.

At first glance, there is nothing strange about this reflection, but upon closer inspection, it is not Yang Jian's own reflection at all, but more like some incomprehensible supernatural being is quietly following him.

When did it start?

It started after taking away the wooden box from Yang Jian.

This reflection is very strange. It only appears in places where there is stagnant water. If you don't pass by a place with stagnant water, this weird reflection will not appear. Perhaps because of this, Yang Jian who walked along the way did not notice this. This subtle change attracted his attention to the wooden box.

soon.

Yang Jian stopped and came to a wide field.

The surrounding area is far away from the village.

At this time, he opened the wooden box in his hand with a solemn expression.

Once opened.

A fishy smell came out, which was the smell of mud and sewage mixed together.

Wait until the silt is cleared and the sewage is dispersed.

Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed. What was inside this wooden box was actually two pale human legs. Yes, he read it right. It was indeed two pale human legs. These legs had been soaked in water for ten minutes. It has not rotted or been damaged for several years. The missing parts look as if they were sawed off yesterday.

The only thing that was more reasonable was that the blood on the human leg had already drained away, and the flesh and blood were soaked and turned white, but there was no swelling.

A particularly cold feeling came from these pale legs, making people's hair stand on end even in broad daylight.

"Crack."

soon.

Yang Jian came back to his senses and immediately closed the wooden box. He didn't want it to be exposed anymore, because he felt vaguely uneasy.

"These are not the legs of a normal person, but they are definitely not the legs of a ghost. The dismembered legs are between humans and ghosts, but they don't quite look like the legs of a ghost controller. If they were the legs of a ghost controller, It is impossible for my legs to remain so perfect, even if my body is controlled by the headless ghost, the body will still rot."

"But it's not the ghost's legs, because even part of a real ghost's limbs can be revived and cause a supernatural event."

"It's better than a ghost controller, but it hasn't reached the level of a truly powerful ghost. It's an existence in between. It's like a kind of alien."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and such a shocking guess came into his mind.

The owner of these legs was definitely an extraordinary guy. He guessed that this person had perfectly controlled the ghost. Not only did he eliminate the influence of the ghost's resurrection, he also got rid of the ghost's erosion of himself.

"My father buried these legs here when he was alive. In other words, this thing can be traced back to a further era. Could it be related to the Republic of China period?"

Think of this.

Yang Jian immediately took the wooden box and quickly returned to the village.

He first found the body bag in the car and put the box containing the pale dead legs inside, adding a layer of insurance to ensure that there would be no accidents or problems along the way.

Then he looked in the other direction of the village.

That's the west side of the village.

A dense forest can be vaguely seen in the distance.

"Go and have a look." Yang Jian hurried over with a body bag in hand.

The woods in the west of the village are said to be a sand forest by locals. He is not a plant expert and does not know much about the types of trees. He only knows that these trees grow very tall and drop leaves, which are needle-shaped. , it will sting people's feet after it falls on the ground.

As soon as I walked into this forest, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed. The trees planted more than ten years ago were relatively dense. Now that they have grown up, the space in the woods seems to be extremely small, and the line of sight is seriously blocked.

Not long after he walked in, Yang Jian felt a little disoriented, because he couldn't see the sky or the outside, and everything was blocked.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, and stepping on it felt like stepping on a thick carpet.

There are no weeds or shrubs around, so it looks relatively clean and tidy.

The only thing that is unbearable is this claustrophobic environment. If most people stayed here for a day or two, they would probably scare themselves to death.

Quiet and mysterious, you can still vaguely see many grave mounds around it.

It was a very old grave left over from previous burials in rural areas, and some of the tombstones had disappeared.

The woods are not particularly big.

Yang Jian was walking alone in it, trying to find any traces. He was holding a body bag in his hand, and he was carrying the things he had just salvaged from the pond with him, because he was worried that someone would secretly open them if he put them somewhere.

"My father actually raised dogs here before? And he raised a lot of them. What did he raise dogs for? To cover up others' eyes? No, that shouldn't be right. Before, he just randomly threw some fry into the fish pond. It could be said to be a cover-up to hide this box. , but this forest is obviously not like this."

While he was thinking, he quickly discovered some remaining traces in the woods.

A small log cabin.

The roof of the wooden house was rotted away, leaving only a rough outline.

It can be seen that someone has lived in this cabin before, otherwise they would not deliberately build such a thing here. You must know that this is a little way from the village, and normal people will not stay here at all.

Yang Jian walked over.

The wooden door of the wooden house has disappeared. I don't know if it was taken away or if it is rotten among the leaves underfoot.

When you walk in, the space inside is very small.

There's only enough room for a single bed, and there's not much room for movement.

Yang Jian took a casual look and found that there was nothing in the wooden house. After all, too many years had passed, and any traces would be erased.

But if he guessed correctly, this should have been built by his father when he was raising dogs in this forest.

"My father is really a different kind of person. Building a small wooden house in the woods near the cemetery and raising dogs is very abnormal. Sure enough, his death was just like what Mr. Qin said, and it involved supernatural events, and even My father was exposed to the paranormal community at an early age.”

Yang Jian calculated the time and found that it was about fifteen years ago.

So early on, supernatural beings already existed.

In other words, the resurgence of evil ghosts is definitely not something that happens now, but has happened a long time ago. However, the previous times were not serious enough and the impact was not big enough, so they were well concealed.

"You can't see anything in the woods. You have to use the ghost realm. Only by using the ghost realm can you find some traces as soon as possible."

After Yang Jian thought for a moment, he opened the ghost realm again without any hesitation.

moment.

The woods were shrouded in red light, and a strange aura covered the area.

soon.

Yang Jian's face moved slightly. A thick leaf disappeared in front of him, and a pile of bones appeared in front of him.

These were bones buried in the ground that he had moved up using the ghost realm.

Not human bones, but dog bones.

There seemed to be at least dozens of them, and they were all about the same size. They were all strong, big dogs.

"The relative said that my father raised a dog here, and then disappeared overnight. He was either sold or killed."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

To be able to kill so many dogs in one night must not be a normal method.

But what he didn't understand was, why did his father kill so many dogs?

Vent murderous intent?

Or try the ghost's ability?

Or maybe these dogs have some special uses.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, but he couldn't think of any special use.

soon.

He discovered something using the ghost realm.

There is a wooden box buried in the ground. It looks like an honest kind. There is still some residual red paint on it. I don’t know if it is the dowry box when my parents got married. I heard my mother mentioned it before. The box at home is missing. No. Know where to go.

The feelings are here.

soon.

This box appeared in front of Yang Jian.

He did not take back the ghost realm, but directly opened the box selectively.

His eyes immediately focused.

A mangled corpse.

No legs, no head, just upper body and arms.

"It's the same pair of feet as before." Yang Jian's expression changed.

This should be a sentence where the complete body was cut up and then stored separately.

Then the legs are there, the body is there, and only the head is left.

Yang Jian immediately turned his attention to the temple behind the village.

The third suspicious thing left by my father.

If I guess correctly, the head is there.

"If it really has a head, what will happen after the body is put back together?" Yang Jian frowned, feeling a little worried.

There must have been a reason why the body was separated in the first place. Maybe my father spent a lot of effort to achieve this. Now if I piece it back together at will, a terrifying ghost might be revived.

"No matter what, let's go to the third place to take a look. This body cannot be moved for the time being."

Yang Jian found a place to put the box, and then left the forest.

He came to the third place.

That little temple.

There is an old woman from the village guarding the small temple. Yang Jian, who lives in that family, doesn't know. He had some memories of it when he was a child. He didn't expect that after all these years, this old woman is still here.

She got up very early, sat at the door and basked in the sun, mumbling something unknown.

Yang Jian glanced at the old woman and entered the temple without saying anything else.

He is here to do business, not to chat with the old man.

As soon as I entered the temple, I saw two tall statues of gods placed above.

Yang Jian didn't know what the statues were. They were all unrecognizable anyway. They were probably not famous gods.

The temple is very deserted. Few people come here on weekdays. Only on certain days are there people burning incense.

"There is something hidden inside the statue."

Yang Jian glanced slightly. Finally, his eyes rested on the statue of the god.

It was as if these two gods were spying on him secretly, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

This feeling is relatively strong, so Yang Jian can directly judge the approximate location without even observing more.

The instinct of being a ghost master.