"But they didn't. Until such a big event happened, it's a bit like those who don't want to care about what's going on outside your window. It can also be said that they close the door as if they don't know."
"It's just that there is one family that is not like this. Those at the end of the village basically don't show up..."
Feng Ying followed behind Jiang Xinrui and said.
When the embarrassing issues of the two of them are no longer being picked up, Feng Ying can actually distinguish between public and private, that is, say what should be said.
Fengying made the distinction very clearly.
Now that Jiang Xinrui said so, Feng Ying wouldn't say it no matter how hot her face was, and even wanted to deal with this matter quickly, otherwise Feng Ying always felt that she, an elder, had completely lost the appearance of an elder.
And the path Jiang Xinrui took was the direction that Fengying said at the beginning. Since most of Fengying had already been there, Jiang Xinrui would definitely not go there again. Besides, there were obviously problems here, or the whole village obviously had problems.
Jiang Xinrui was even wondering if she had accidentally bumped into someone else's "territory", that is to say, from the very beginning, this was the place where a certain evil spirit sought energy for her to practice. She did not expect so many people to come here , it is even possible that these people will come because of some operation inside. As for how many children she will take away, it can only be said to be a coincidence.
After all, Fengying was injured at that time, and Jiang Xinrui didn't have any ability to predict.
If it wasn't for Mo Cui's warning of a fever, and Jiang Xinrui's sudden body heat, vomiting blood would be the only way to ease it...
It was the backlash of dripping her own blood on Mo Cui. She could feel a tenth of what happened to the other party. Regarding this, Jiang Xinrui didn't tell anyone. She didn't think there was anything to say about such a thing. She did it on a whim at the time, never thinking that this would be a success.
What was written in the ghost story book is not certain, because no one has succeeded, and Jiang Xinrui just tried it.
I didn't expect it to happen, maybe this is some kind of fate, right? So Jiang Xinrui calmly adjusted what Feng Ying said, Jiang Xinrui felt that this was not really hopeless, did it
Even if she didn't have any hope, she couldn't be so minded by others...
"Are you looking for someone? A reporter or a family member of the children? Or an anchor?"
"Are you finished? We've said it countless times. Why are you still here? We really don't know what's going on. We're just old, weak, sick, and disabled. What else can we do?"
An old man in his sixties was wearing a washed and whitish old cloth shirt, his back was hunched, his face was thin and his eyes were protruding.
If you saw it in the dark, you would definitely be shocked, because the old man's voice was also very strange, a bit like the sound made after being choked, hoarse but weird, as if he was suppressing something.
Jiang Xinrui looked at the old man who appeared suddenly, her eyes moved slightly, she didn't look at Feng Ying who was hiding from the side, but she was full of doubts about the old man who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
How did the old man who walked wobbly appear in front of her without the sound of footsteps
Even if he has been standing in the alley at the corner without walking, what about the sound of breathing? Will there be no? Jiang Xinrui didn't hear any breathing sound, unless it was a dead person, but Jiang Xinrui didn't feel any breath of a dead person on his body.
If she didn't feel it, neither would Feng Ying.