Just after Wang Ye fell asleep.
A book suddenly appeared beside the kang. It was the same book that Qing Ya had burned before, but now it was placed on the kang intact.
Vaguely, a figure could be seen flashing past in the dark corner.
In another room, Qing Ya huddled in a corner and didn't sleep all night. It wasn't until the sun rose that she couldn't hold back her mental fatigue. Her eyelids became heavy and she slowly fell asleep.
As the sun rose, Wang Ye got up, washed his face, and went to the stove to steam two steamed buns.
After a simple treatment, he picked up the hoe by the door very familiarly, faced the scorching sun in the sky, and walked out.
When he arrived at his family's farmland, the son of Aunt Wang's family next door arrived a little earlier than him.
"Here we come, Brother Cao."
Yes, Wang Ye belongs to the Cao family, and his name is Cao Zhi.
"Well, you got up so early today?"
Looking at the shy young man next to him, Wang Ye said hello honestly.
But the young man came over, stood next to Wang Ye and whispered: "By the way, Brother Cao, have you heard about it?"
"At the east end of the village, the two children of Lao Li's family died last night."
...
Wang Ye was startled for a moment and couldn't help but smile: "Don't be ridiculous, I saw the two brothers going fishing the day before yesterday."
"it is true!"
The young man suddenly became anxious and wanted to prove the authenticity of what he said.
"Last night at their house..."
"It's haunted!"
As if he was afraid that Wang Ye wouldn't believe it, he glanced around furtively, and then opened his mouth again and said.
It's just that the voice was very low, and it seemed serious.
"That's ridiculous!"
"What are you doing one by one!"
"How can there be ghosts in this world?"
Wang Ye gave the young man a strange look: "Why are you so virtuous as my sister!"
With that said, Wang Ye stopped paying attention to the young man and started working on his work with a hoe.
The young man felt bored and returned to his farmland in frustration. He wiped the sweat from his body and picked up the hoe as well.
This is the daily routine of young men in mountain villages.
About half an hour later.
The young man next door suddenly let out a scream, fell to the ground, and kept retreating, his eyes full of horror.
Wang Ye ran away in a hurry.
"What is this?"
After all, they are usually neighbors and the relationship between friends is still very good.
"Dead...dead man!"
The young man became a little stuttering. He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed not far in front of him.
At this time, his hoe had been thrown to the ground.
Next to the hoe, about one-third of a body was dug out.
A human head was exposed above the soil, bald, and a gap seemed to have been cut by a knife on the Tianling Cap.
The most important thing is...
The body looked very fresh, as if it had just been buried.
At this time, the corpse's face was extremely distorted, its face was livid, its eyes were wide open, and it was full of fear, as if it had seen something terrifying before it died.
Wang Ye, who had never seen a dead person before, felt a sense of fear in his heart.
He swallowed nervously: "Quick...quickly call the village chief and others. I'll watch from here."
"Okay...Okay...Thank you, Brother Cao."
The young man looked very panicked and staggered to his feet in the farmland. After running two steps into the distance, he failed to stand firm and fell to the ground again.
Just like that, he stumbled and ran towards the village chief's house.
After the young man left, Wang Ye breathed a long sigh of relief. His body was also trembling a little. He took two steps back and sat on the edge of the field. He took out a pipe, lit it, and took a deep breath. Then he gradually changed his mind. Gotta calm down.
In mountain villages, this kind of pipe is almost every man's standard equipment.
About half an hour later, there were bursts of noise in the distance.
An old man wearing a buttoned coat walked at the front with a serious expression, followed by more than a dozen tall middle-aged people, and Wang Ye even spotted his father among them.
The children from Aunt Wang's house next door were also following everyone, guiding the way.
village head...
After seeing the old man, Wang Ye instantly gained a lot of information about the village chief.
He is usually very kind and always likes to play with the children in the village. Everyone has a good impression of the village chief.
"The body is right there!"
The young man shouted, then his steps slowed down and he hid at the back of the crowd.
This courage...
Small seems a bit much.
The village chief came over with a solemn expression: "Cao Dawa, are you okay?"
He did not dispose of the body first, but instead focused on Wang Ye, with concern in his eyes.
Wang Ye smiled honestly and scratched his hair with one hand: "I'm fine."
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with Wang Ye, the village chief's face turned cold: "Nonsense, the body can still escape here! Do you need to guard here???"
"Guawazi, you are so stupid to count the ball!"
"What should I do if something really happens!"
The village chief scolded Wang Ye twice before coming to the body.
After seeing the bald head, the village chief frowned slightly: "It seems to be the monk from the ruined temple outside our village."
"As long as you're not from the village!"
Soon, the village chief breathed a sigh of relief: "Move the body out!"
As the village chief's voice fell, several strong men behind him hurriedly took two steps forward, picked up the hoes in their hands and kept digging, and soon the whole area around the corpse was hollowed out.
Wang Ye's father is also among them.
"take out!"
"What a bad luck."
The village chief also took out a large tobacco bag and took a puff, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth and a sad look on his face.
result...
Just as several strong men were carrying the body out, the skin on the body fell off directly, leaving a complete human skin. Only the flesh and blood in the body was left on the bald head. It looked very ferocious and terrifying.
This scene made several middle-aged men unable to sit still and subconsciously stepped back.
After all, this kind of thing is so weird that no normal person has ever seen it.
But the village chief seemed to have remembered something. He was startled when he saw this scene. He stood up, pushed aside the few strong men who were blocking him, and came to the body. After taking a puff from the pipe, he almost put his face against it. He climbed onto the corpse and observed it carefully.
then...
His expression became more solemn.
"Village Chief, what's going on? It's not really haunted, is it?"
A dark-skinned middle-aged man looked a little flustered. He stood behind the old village chief and asked in a low voice. He glanced around restlessly, as if he wanted to make sure he was safe.
