"Ten years, time has gone back at least ten years." Wen Zhong was sitting on the dusty bed thinking.
It can be inferred from Hong Shuangquan's age that the length of time he went back after returning from outside the village was about ten years.
The more he thought about it, the more Wen Zhong felt that his current situation was quite dangerous.
fear.
The long-lost fear filled his heart again, and the difficulty span of the second stage of the ceremony was simply extraordinary.
It is impossible for Wen Zhong to conquer this ghost village. He can only find a way to find the ticket and complete the so-called second stage of the ritual honestly.
"It's still the same problem. There is no hint about the tickets at all. In this case, it is almost impossible to find the tickets."
In his current situation, there is nothing he can do about it.
He could only choose to wait, waiting for the date to go back day by day, while searching for the ticket.
Of course, the premise is that the ticket does not appear in the next ten years, otherwise he can almost be sentenced to death.
"The current obvious abnormality is the water pool outside the village. After going back in time, the village becomes normal, but this is only temporary. As the backtracking deepens, there will always be the horror hidden in the village. match."
"So, what should we do now?" Wen Zhong thought.
He didn't want to go to that pool for the time being, because the charred ghost was still dormant in the pool. Once the backtracking time exceeded Dai Zhibin, there should be no problem.
But how long do we have to wait for this time?
"Actually, if you think about it from another perspective, what happened here is not a time regression, but a very strange supernatural phenomenon, which seems to make sense."
With this in mind, Wen Zhong stood up and walked out of the house. He was going to look for some more clues in the village.
At present, this Baiyang Village is considered safe, but it will not necessarily be so after a while. No, it should be said that it should be said to go back for a while.
"I need to ask more questions related to the history of Baiyang Village, so that if a time regression occurs, I can know in time how far back it goes."
With this in mind, Wen Zhong sneaked into the small square where the uncles and aunts were dancing.
Different from the lively square dances in the city, there is no harsh music in the square dance in Baiyang Village. There are only the lead dancers who stand in front of the team and keep beating the time, and the uncles and aunts with dull expressions who look weak.
Among a group of old people, a young man in his early twenties slipped in. He was very eye-catching no matter where he was, let alone among the square dancing team.
Soon, an old man with a stubble on his face and a skin tanned by the sun came over. He stared at Wen Zhong with confusion on his face, and then said for a long time: "Young man, you are not from our village, are you? If you are here for tourism, you can go somewhere else to see us. We still have to prepare for the competition, so we won’t entertain you yet.”
"Uncle, I am here to participate in the competition. I am a foreign aid invited by your village chief. If you dance, I will dance with you." Wen Zhong said, expressionlessly, a big roc spread its wings. Just looking at this shape, It already has a bit of charm from the elders and aunties.
"W-what is outside?"
Obviously, Wen Zhong's words successfully touched the uncle's knowledge blind spot.
"It's a foreign aid." Wen Zhong explained, "He's the one who's here to help you win the game."
As soon as these words came out, the expression on the uncle's face became even more confused, which could even be described as confused. It took him a long time before he spoke again and said, "You city people are really good at playing."
Immediately, the uncle returned to the square dance team, and the leader saw that Wen Zhong had no intention of causing trouble, so he allowed him to continue to stay here.
Pretending to be cooked.
This was Wen Zhong's temporary countermeasure. In addition to asking about the history of Baiyang Village, he also had another purpose, which was to find out the whereabouts of the other people.
Just like the middle-aged Hong Shuangquan had an impression of himself, these old people might also have an impression of the other people.
Of course, the premise is that the time he looks back is not the earliest.
At present, he only knows that Dai Zhibin's backtracking time is earlier than his own. He cannot know the backtracking progress of No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4 and Wang Muyou.
Anyway, give it a try.
Soon, the intense and wonderful square dance came to an end as the sun set, and the faces of the uncles and aunties also showed rare smiles of satisfaction.
"Young man, your square dance moves are really good. You really deserve to be a foreigner, haha."
The uncle who had talked to him before took the initiative to praise Wen Zhong. Several other uncles and aunties also came up to talk to him, and Wen Zhong was surrounded by water for a while.
"Wherever, wherever, I dance with you. Dear uncles and aunts, I have something to ask you." After a few casual remarks, Wen Zhong also chose to get to the point directly.
"I am majoring in archeology. I wonder if you can tell me the history of our Baiyang Village."
As soon as these words came out, the elders and aunties were obviously stunned, although they didn't know why an archaeologist who could only hear it occasionally on the radio would be interested in the history of Baiyang Village.
But they still told Wen Zhong some of the history of Baiyang Village that they knew.
To sum up and refine what the uncles and aunts said, the biggest feature of this Baiyang Village is that it has no characteristics. The same mountains, the same water, the same fields, the same people, even the daily routine is exactly the same as that of ordinary mountain villages outside.
As for history, it is all trivial and has no reference value at all.
However, when Wen Zhong asked if they had met anyone dressed similarly to him before, an old man did provide him with some useful clues.
"About twenty years ago, it was a dark and windy night. Well, a man about this tall and strong, wearing black, passed by my house."
The uncle said while gesticulating: "I had a profound impression of him at that time, but it was not because of the clothes he wore, but because of what he said."
"Oh? What did you say?" Wen Zhong asked.
"He said: 'Damn, why is the time this time incorrect? I have obviously mastered the rules of this village, how could this happen? If this continues, the ticket will fly away!'"
Wen Zhong said: "Is that all?"
The uncle said: "At that time, all I could think about was going to the county seat, so when he mentioned the ticket, I rushed out immediately because I wanted to see what the ticket looked like."
"In the end, I didn't see the ticket, but I saw the back of the man. He looked very energetic. There seemed to be a mask hanging around his waist, and there seemed to be a word written on it. I can't remember clearly what it was."
