Wang Butcher secretly released her aura to suppress the two villagers while speaking, creating a pressure akin to a ghost or deity descending. Although it couldn't inflict real harm on the two villagers, it was enough to shatter their last psychological defenses.

As Wang Butcher watched the two men about to collapse, she slowly opened her mouth and said, "What did you see?"

"White cloth!" A villager trembled. "White cloth for covering the dead, right above your head."

As the villager spoke, he raised his head, his eyes fixed on the top of Wang Butcher's head. "The death shroud is on your head!"

At this moment, Wang Butcher also felt a strange sensation above her head. She indeed felt something like a strip of cloth brush past her hair.

Wang Butcher lowered her hand and drew a boning knife from her leg, reversing the blade to slash upwards.

The silver-white light of the blade was like a raging flame, rising straight up along the tree trunk for two meters, slicing a piece of white cloth of unknown origin in half.

The two pieces of cloth, each over a meter wide, brushed past Wang Butcher as if they had a life of their own, flying behind her. By the time she turned around, the two villagers were already covered by the white cloth.

The two men who had been kneeling and kowtowing were now like two corpses deliberately placed on the ground, lying stiffly under the tree. Through the white cloth, one could vaguely see their facial features.

For some reason, Wang Butcher felt that the two men were staring at her through the white cloth, their eyes wide open in death.

As Wang Butcher turned her blade, a gust of cold wind blew from behind, lifting a corner of the white cloth on the ground, exposing the right hands of the two corpses to Wang Butcher.

The thumbs on the right hands of the two corpses were missing, the severed ends of their palms still bleeding.

Wang Butcher was an expert in dissecting corpses with knives, and even the slightest sound of a knife would not escape her ears. Yet now, someone had taken the fingers of the two corpses right under her nose.

Wang Butcher was immediately enraged. She took a step forward, but then seemed to remember something and immediately retreated, stepping on the tree trunk several times and ascending to the treetop to look down at the village.

Wang Butcher had reacted just as she was about to strike. The other party's provocation was nothing more than an attempt to anger her, leading her to abandon the idea of climbing the tree and chase after the two corpses.

But Wang Butcher did the opposite, climbing straight up the tree.

From the treetop, she looked down at Mo Family Village and discovered that the houses were arranged in six rows of equal length, with a wide horizontal road deliberately left between the third and fourth rows.

In the Northeast, only newly planned villages had such neatly built houses. The houses in old villages were all uneven because the older generations believed that staggering the houses would prevent them from blocking the feng shui.

Therefore, in rural areas, the walls of the courtyards might be aligned, but the houses would definitely not be aligned, even if they were only offset by a foot or half a foot.

Just as Wang Butcher was about to turn her head, her eyes widened slightly. Six horizontal rows, plus the main road leading from the entrance of the village straight to the foot of the mountain, didn't the houses in Mo Family Village form the six yin lines in the *I Ching*?

Six yin lines together form the "Kun" hexagram in the Eight Trigrams.

*Qian Kun* suppressing evil?

Just as the thought flashed through Wang Butcher's mind, her gaze fell on the scattered lights in the village.

"May the dead rest in peace!"

Wang Butcher couldn't help but gasp. Weren't the lights in Mo Family Village connected to form the witch-door incantation they had seen inside Mo Caiwei's gate?

The core of the incantation fell exactly on the village chief's house, where Ye Yang was.

Terrible!

Wang Butcher's first reaction was that they had been fooled. The person who should be suppressed in Mo Family Village was not in that old house, but in the village chief's house.

Ye Yang sitting in the house was tantamount to walking into a trap.

As Wang Butcher leaped down from the tree, the two corpses on the ground had already been repositioned, appearing silently where Wang Butcher should have landed. As long as she landed, she would be standing between the two corpses.

While still in mid-air, Wang Butcher drew the cleaver from her leg and slashed four times horizontally at the corpses on the ground.

Wang Butcher used two crossed slashes in order to tear open the white cloth covering the corpses. But she didn't expect the white cloth on the ground to fly into the air under the force of the blade, instantly standing two meters away.

No, it should be said that the corpse covered in white cloth was standing on the ground.

What Wang Butcher saw was still two human-shaped outlines covered by white cloth, but she could no longer tell whether what was under the white cloth was a dead person or a ghost.

Wang Butcher confronted the two figures for less than three seconds before immediately turning around and rushing towards the village entrance. What she had to deal with was not the two figures, but to quickly reinforce Ye Yang.

Wang Butcher ran all the way ahead, with the two figures chasing closely behind.

Hearing the wind rushing behind her, Wang Butcher secretly reached into the satchel on her body. When she took her hand out again, she was holding two things that looked like human fingers between her fingers.

Only by looking closely could one see that there was a layer of black hair like pig bristles growing on the two fingers.