Cheng Miao and others felt a chill in their hearts. They originally thought that the villagers had lost their humanity by using innocent girls to make money. After discovering that the dead souls came back to seek revenge, they should have regretted it.
Unexpectedly, it was not the case at all. Everyone in this village still went on the evil path and never returned. As long as they could save their lives, they would not hesitate to take more lives.
It seems that what Zhang Qiao said to himself in the end was right. This village is rotten to the core and cannot be saved. It cannot be saved.
Lin Zhu and Su Shuang talked about the previous clues to the two brothers Tan Wen. Tan Wen clicked his lips and thought for a long time but didn't know what to say. In the end, he only broke out a national curse. .
Lian Ge came back at around four o'clock. She didn't carry the lantern, and she wasn't as embarrassed as Tan Wen, Tan Wu and Su Shuang. She walked in leisurely as if she had gone shopping in the market. .
After hearing everyone's clues, Lian Ge didn't even show an expression, just nodded.
After a while, the village chief also came. His expression was not very good, and he stared hard at Tan Wen. Tan Wen seemed to have not seen it, and looked at the sky seriously.
The village chief wanted to glare at Lian Ge again, but when he bumped into Lian Ge's affectionate and icy eyes, he shuddered and looked back.
"Everyone, please pay attention. After all, you are also guests in the village, so you should be polite to the host." The village chief had a livid face. Cheng Miao immediately knew where Tan Wen's clues came from, and he probably moved against the villagers. thick.
As for Lotus...
Cheng Miao didn't have the time to think about what clues she got from the villagers. Liange was an old player, so the fact that he didn't mention it proved that the clues he got probably overlapped.
What Cheng Miao is curious about is whether the villagers are still alive after Liange took action?
No one answered the village chief's words. The corners of the village chief's dry eyes twitched. If he continued to speak, Cheng Miao frowned impatiently, "Are we guests? That's not what the villagers in your village seem to say."
The village chief's heart skipped a beat and he wasn't sure what those guys said, but it wasn't long before the ancestor worship, so nothing could go wrong.
Thinking that the village chief had said a word of apology with a shy old face, Cheng Miao and the others did not want to tear their faces apart now. When the time comes, they would not only prevent ghosts but also release people.
The group of people returned to the old house in low spirits. The player sat in the house and ate his meal. When the village chief left, he said in a dark way that all three rooms should be occupied.
Cheng Miao looked at the village chief's hunched back and thought, now he really doesn't even pretend anymore and just makes demands directly.
Now there are only eight people left, and three rooms have to be reassigned.
Tan Wen, Tan Wu and Su Shuang shared a room. Cheng Miao drove Qi Jiajia and the three of them to the last room. All three of them disagreed.
"Even if I have to be alone in the room, it's me. I have the best fighting ability." Qin Musong looked down at Cheng Miao, his eyes filled with disapproval.
"I plan to go out tonight." Her words caused a stir, and everyone looked up at her.
Cheng Miao rubbed her brows. She had the bUff "Friends of the Dead". It was inconvenient for people to come and go during the day. Going out at night might gain something.
Several people stopped talking. Cheng Miao was worried that if he opened the door, they would be harmed.
Cheng Miao turned to face Lian Ge, who was standing leaning against the wall and was particularly pleasant to the eyes. "I'm going out at night, so I have to open the door. You'd better choose another room."
Liange looked at Cheng Miao intently with her beautiful eyes, and suddenly smiled, "It's interesting. I'll share a room with you."
Cheng Miao was stunned by Lian Ge's smile. When she came back to her senses, she found that everyone had stared blankly, and the beauty who had caused the instigation had long since stopped smiling and was holding her chin in a daze.
At night, Cheng Miao looked at the time and turned off the lights. He heard a rustling sound outside the window. Someone came to light a lantern.
After Cheng Miao checked the three rooms and left, he looked at Lian Ge who was also waiting by the door.
This is no joke, Li Fei died miserably because he opened the door at night.
Cheng Miao didn't ask for the pistol Qin Musong gave her. She wasn't used to it and no one else would hit her.
She still held her fish bone dagger tightly. The fish bone dagger had been upgraded with a blade. Now it not only cuts iron like clay, but also looks more beautiful.
Now in the dark room, the dagger exudes a faint white light and cold air, and the handle has also changed, no longer hastily wrapped with hemp rope.
The dark handle made of unknown material feels particularly comfortable, as if it is glued to your hand, and you won't let it go easily.
Cheng Miao held the dagger and nodded to Lian Ge who was leaning against the door. In an instant, an oil-paper umbrella appeared on Lian Ge's head.
It was hard to see clearly in the dark, but Cheng Miao was sure that this prop was not as harmless as it looked.
Cheng Miao gently unlocked the latch and pushed the door open without making any sound.
Outside the door is Zhangjia Village, which is as quiet as a cemetery. There is no light at the door of every house, let alone lanterns.
The old house where Cheng Miao and the others lived was brightly lit with three red lanterns.
Liang Ge walked out of the house quietly, not tiptoeing, just as if he was strolling in his own yard.
She opened an oil-paper umbrella with a picture of mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and with a slight wave, all three lanterns were extinguished.
Cheng Miao noticed that the three lanterns tonight had turned into the same human skin lanterns that Zhang Qiao gave her.
Cheng Miao put the three lanterns into the space backpack, and during the process, he tried to use his eyes to ask Lian Ge to take one. But Lian Ge stood there stroking the umbrella handle, his eyes were as gentle as looking at his lover, and he looked at Cheng Miao Turn a blind eye.
Forget it, Cheng Miao was a little frustrated. But you can't light the lantern at night, so give her another one during the day.
The two of them were looking at Zhangjiacun at night. Suddenly, Cheng Miao felt a touch of coolness behind him. He saw Lian Ge's jade hand moving slightly and quickly held down Lian Ge's hand.
In Lian Ge's incomprehensible eyes, Cheng Miao clenched her hands tightly. The pain of her nails digging into her palms kept her calm.
Although I am not as scared now as I was at the beginning, I am still scared after all.
Going out to look for ghosts at night, Cheng Miao cried silently for herself in her heart.
"Girl, I know your grievances, and we are here to help you." As soon as Cheng Miao finished speaking, he saw Lian Ge's beautiful eyebrows frown slightly, and a soft, boneless and cold hand was placed on his shoulder. .
The hand was extraordinarily slender, as if it had no skin and flesh, only a skeleton, and it was holding Cheng Miao's shoulder tightly.
Cheng Miao clenched the fish bone dagger in her right hand and told herself to wait a moment.
Cheng Miao counted the seconds, 1, 2, 3...
When he reached 15, the hand on his shoulder was gone, and a cool breeze blew by, as if someone was pulling Cheng Miao away.
Cheng Miao knew that it was his "undead friend" bUff who had activated it. This feeling was very strange, as if there was something different about him, but he didn't know where to start in detail.
Cheng Miao was mentally prepared and turned around at Lian Ge's understatement.
A row of women whose faces were covered in blood and couldn't see clearly stood behind Cheng Miao. The person behind them put their hands on the shoulders of the person in front.
The woman at the front had long hair covering her face, and blood was still dripping on the ground.
All that was left of her hands were white bones covered with some tendon tissue, holding a red lantern on the white bones.
