Chapter 166: Living Sacrifice

Bai Sanshui's hunched back slowly straightened, his murky eyeballs squinting at the crowd: "Living sacrifice can continue the foundation of the Bai family, which has always been a legend that the family has not announced. Although I am Bai Congshan's cousin, I did not expect that he would really do it.

At that time, the whole country was cracking down, and those businesses of ours... oh no, it was illegal activities, none of them could be done. Bai Congshan was anxious, and the days of us subordinates were also very difficult. He was moody, and he would beat and scold whenever he was unhappy. However, in the year Xu Chunxia died, he seemed to be a different person, and his mood suddenly became better."

Bai Sanshui spoke unintentionally, but Qi Fei kept it in mind: "Xu Chunxia died, isn't it 1983?" That was the year the "Demon Mirror Case" occurred, which made him suspect that the connection between Bai Congshan and the "Demon Mirror Case" was not just as simple as Xu Chunxia.

He didn't dare to interrupt Bai Sanshui again, waiting impatiently for him to tell the following things.

Bai Sanshui lit a cigarette again and sat on a stone pier in a corner of the patio: "I don't remember which year it was. There were rumors in the village that the ancestors were showing their spirits, and Bai Congshan was pointed out by a high person, so he could overcome this difficulty.

Thinking about it now, this statement is not completely unreasonable. I have encountered it several times. Bai Congshan secretly went down the mountain in the dark, not knowing what to do. Until that winter, he tied up Xu Chunxia and said he wanted to be a ghost wife for his son. I knew in my heart that it was a ghost wife, just a cover. He wanted to use Xu Chunxia's matter to establish his prestige!

At that time, even in our mountain village, we didn't really believe in those ghosts and gods. The legends and myths of the Bai family that were used to deter villagers from obeying were all orally obeyed but not convinced by the young villagers.

Bai Congshan, this last village owner, can be said to be troubled by internal and external problems.

Xu Chunxia was tied up and thrown in front of the Bai family ancestral grave on the back mountain. Bai Congshan asked us to collect the body early the next morning.

To be honest, I didn't believe it at that time. I am a member of the Bai family, worried that this farce would not end, and the prestige of our Bai family would be gone.

Bai Congshan ordered people to guard the road up the mountain, not allowing anyone to approach.

Saying that if the sacrifice was disturbed, it would be the same end as Xu Chunxia.

I will never forget that night, many people heard Xu Chunxia's shrill crying from the back mountain. Bai Congshan was nicknamed Bai Yama, and no one dared to disobey his orders.

We waited until dawn to go, but the person who was guarding at the foot of the mountain was gone.

The back mountain in the early morning was terrifyingly quiet. When I arrived in front of the Bai family ancestral grave, I saw a scene I would never forget in my life..." Speaking of this, this once vicious bandit couldn't bear to speak, leaving only his blackened, withered lips trembling violently.

He trembled his hands, picked up the cigarette and took a fierce puff.

"Let me guess..." Zhong Kui's voice sounded, "She was tied into a kneeling posture, with a mirror hanging on her chest, and her eyes were dug out alive. It's just that I don't know if the talisman was on the palm or the scalp."

Bai Sanshui's hand shook violently, and the cigarette ash scattered like snow under the pale energy-saving lamp. His murky old eyes looked at Zhong Kui, as if asking: "How do you know?"

Without him saying more, the people present already knew that Xu Chunxia was the hidden victim of the "Demon Mirror Case."

It's just that this poor person without household registration was sacrificed as a bully to establish prestige, and died unclearly on a winter night more than forty years ago.

"Xu Chunxia..." Qi Fei muttered the name thoughtfully. The Nu Opera in the distance was about to end, and the sound of the audience shouting and cheering came.

At this time, Bai Sanshui's voice came again: "Her hair was shaved off. I remember that the talisman was printed on the scalp. That was for soul suppression. Old Nancheng people all know..."

The question in Qi Fei's heart was solved—starting from Xu Chunxia, Ye Ming's investigation direction turned from Dongji Zhen to Nancheng urban area. If he had been to Bai Family Village, this could be explained.

However, it was also because he had been to Bai Family Village.

Bai Congshan was only wiped out at the end of the 90s.

If so...

The smoke and clouds of more than forty years are like a dream, and he has no way to restore the scene of that year one by one.

"After Xu Chunxia died, did any police come to find you?" Qi Fei could only ask this Bai Sanshui who was about to enter the soil.

Bai Sanshui smiled bitterly: "That depends on which police officer it is. Didn't I say that Bai Congshan's days were not easy? Police would come every three days."

"The one who came specifically for Xu Chunxia, Ye Ming," Qi Fei reminded.

Bai Sanshui seemed to be trying hard to recall. Such a reaction made Qi Fei feel dark—although this Bai Sanshui said that he would never forget Xu Chunxia's death, in fact, it was just one of the heavy sins of this group of people.

"You said the one surnamed Ye, it seems there is such a person. But, I tell you, in that situation back then, it was useless for him to find it. No one here would tell him.

Whoever spoke to the police would have the same end as Xu Chunxia!"

"It seems... my speculation might be wrong," Zhong Kui rarely said she was wrong.

Qi Fei turned his head to look at her with a questioning look: "What speculation?"

"I thought that in January 1984, there should have been a potential victim who had already been selected, who escaped a disaster because of Ye Ming's appearance. It seems that it is very likely that this candidate has always been Ye Ming." Zhong Kui's face lost the usual smile. In this gloomy old house, like a female ghost claiming life, whatever she said made the opposite Bai Sanshui tremble.

Qi Fei took a deep breath: "Bai Congshan and the killer have a close relationship. Ye Ming's visit was likely revealed to the killer by Bai Congshan..."

"Killer?" Bai Sanshui listened to their conversation and said in surprise, "Isn't it the ancestors of the Bai family showing their spirits?"

"Heh, what kind of bloodline is your Bai family? Do you still have to kill people after your ancestors die?" Zhong Kui retorted Bai Sanshui.

Director Chang, who had been accompanying them, spoke at this time: "Alas, the history of the Bai family is really bloody. Of course, we cannot believe in superstition, but Bai Congshan's cruelty is indeed the style of their past generations. If it weren't for sweeping away black and evil, these villagers wouldn't know when they could look forward to it."

Qi Fei had no intention of understanding these old past events. Although the identity of Xu Chunxia was known, the doubts in his heart were not completely answered—Nancheng Old Church, a place that is completely in a different world from Da Baoen Si, why did it become a place to bury the victims in Nancheng urban area.

With this question, his eyes swept across the old house of the Bai family and were attracted by some things in the dim guest hall.

He turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, walked over and scanned the mottled lime wall. At one place, he suddenly stopped. ===== CHAPTER 167 =====