Chen Yang's heart sank. In his opinion, his partner just had weak legs and limited skills, but he had strong observation and logic, and his senses were unusually sharp.
The overlapping spaces and intersections of the stone caves in the first mission, the overlapping points of the shadow hourglass in the second mission, and the incongruity of the ancestral hall and the details of the tablets in this mission...
He can be said to be a master of decryption.
It's so strong that it's not human. It's like there's a high-intensity machine running in his brain, with a bunch of codes running.
Now even his partner hasn't figured out the loophole in ancestor worship, Chen Yang...
Chen Yang didn't give up. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and whispered, "Think about it again."
Chao Jian pushed Chen Yang's hand away: "Stand still."
Chen Yang stood up and continued to stare at the person in front of him. After a while, he sighed. He remembered that at the train station, this person had reminded him that he was not omnipotent and told him not to expect to have answers to all his questions.
I've reminded him twice, but he still can't remember it. It's unreasonable.
Chen Yang pinched his neck awkwardly. Why was it that whenever he encountered problems that he couldn't solve, he would subconsciously place his hopes of escaping the predicament on this person, and also believed that the other party would definitely bring him hope.
I don't know where this idea came from.
Chen Yang felt a little headache. Is this the case with all partners? You can trust someone with your back, but ordinary trust cannot do that.
"Everyone think about it."
Chen Yang's eyes swept over his teammates who looked ashen one by one: "How do we resolve the crisis of Baizu?"
No one made any noise.
Unexpectedly, they were already standing at the crossroads of the underworld.
"It will be midnight in less than half an hour." Wang Kuanyou let out a heavy breath.
Everyone decided not to go back. They split into several groups and found a place to hide, wanting to see who the owners of the other two chairs above the ancestral hall were.
There was no good hiding place near the ancestral hall, so everyone could only look outside.
Even though Chao Jian was using crutches, he would get tired after a long time, so Chen Yang found a place for him to sit down.
It's an upside-down tank.
"Don't be picky." Chen Yang patted the boy sitting on the tank, "Sitting is better than standing."
Chao Jian suppressed the urge to think about it, closed his eyes and said, "Just be calm."
Chen Yang was puzzled: "I didn't do anything."
"Your heartbeat is so fast that it disturbs me."
Chen Yang: “…”
My heart beats really fast.
From the angle Chen Yang was hiding, he could see one of the paths leading to the ancestral hall. He was eager to know whether people who came to worship their ancestors would pass by here.
The heart beats so fast that it can't slow down.
Chen Yang walked away and looked at the person on the jar with a puzzled look: "How do your ears grow?"
Chao Jian ignored him.
Chen Yang shook his head and sat down on the ground, leaning against the honeycomb earth wall and closing his eyes to rest.
On the other side, Wang Xiaobei was with Xiaoxiang and Chen Xishuang.
Wang Xiaobei actually didn't want Chen Xishuang to come to their side. He looked so much like Jiang Ren, and Jian Zhi was the best body for him to possess.
"If something happens later, let's run first." Wang Xiaobei whispered to Xiaoxiang.
Xiao Xiang leaned against the wall and said nothing.
Wang Xiaobei felt a little unhappy about being in love with someone who ignored her. She couldn't help but think that Xiang Tiantian was still the best. The next moment, goose bumps appeared on her back.
Stop thinking about death.
The young man next to her suddenly came over, and Wang Xiaobei's nerve endings were stretched to the extreme. She shouted, "What are you doing?"
Chen Xishuang was startled. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm a little scared."
Wang Xiaobei looked at him in the moonlight that came through the dark clouds, and in her mind came another face, Jiang Ren's face.
"Can't you go to someone else?" Wang Xiaobei couldn't help but say.
Chen Xishuang was stunned for a moment, scratching his hair embarrassedly: "Okay, I'll go find someone else."
Things had come to this point, and there was no choice but to leave. Chen Xishuang touched his face and was about to leave dejectedly, but Xiao Xiang stopped him.
"Let's do it right here." Xiao Xiang said, "The ancestor worship will start soon."
Chen Xishuang went to see Wang Xiaobei carefully.
When Wang Xiaobei met his watery eyes, she felt sick all over. The more she thought about that face, the more she felt it resembled him.
"The two Jiang Das from the village haven't shown up yet. Maybe they took another route." Wang Xiaobei avoided Chen Xishuang's sight. "I hope we'll all be fine after the ancestor worship is over."
Chen Xishuang lowered his presence by keeping silent and breathing lightly, fearing that he would be isolated.
Wang Xiaobei suddenly screamed nervously: "Don't look at me!"
Chen Xishuang said innocently: "I didn't, my eyes were closed."
Wang Xiaobei shuddered: "You are lying, you looked, you were just looking at me!"
"I really didn't." Chen Xishuang felt aggrieved.
Wang Xiaobei insisted that Chen Xishuang was looking at him, his wide eyes filled with aggressive questioning.
"Why are you looking at me? Just say whatever you want to say. Can you stop looking at me? Don't you know how scary you are?"
"I really didn't..."
Chen Xishuang went to see Xiao Xiang for help, hoping that she could believe him.
"He didn't look at you." Xiao Xiang said.
Wang Xiaobei's hysterical expression froze for a moment, then turned into horror.
Is that what she imagined
Wang Xiaobei shivered and scratched her bun, her hair was messy and her big black-framed glasses fell to the ground. She squatted down to pick them up and couldn't stop screaming.
I scared myself and suffered from nervous breakdown.
Xiao Xiang frowned.
Chen Xishuang pressed against the wall and moved his lips, "Let's finish it quickly, someone is starting to become abnormal."
Wang Kuanyou and Qian Qin are together.
After they were trapped in the maze, they automatically formed a team.
While waiting for the situation, Wang Kuanyou looked at his savior: he was 22 years old, from Qingcheng, and a freelancer. These were the only two pieces of information he had, nothing else.
Thinking of the scene of him chopping up corpses like a butcher, Wang Kuanyou's mouth became a little dry: "Is this really your first time entering a mission world?"
Qian Qin crossed his arms and looked at the darkness in the distance: "This is the second time, Mr. Wang."
Wang Kuanyou understood the principle that things never happen more than three times. He smiled and explained his behavior: "You are the calmest newcomer I have ever met."
"I just like to simplify the problem," Qian Qin said. "If there are multiple ways to solve a problem, I will choose the most efficient one."
Wang Kuanyou agrees with this approach, but saying it is one thing and putting it into action is another.
Few people can execute 100%.
Wang Kuanyou asked curiously, "Ancestor worship is a dead end. What do you think?"
Qian Qin put the big backpack on his back and said eight words in a dull voice: "Do your best and leave the rest to fate."
Then he gestured to Wang Kuanyou to look in a direction.
They are the two Jiang Da in the village.
One is a man selling steamed buns with a broken hand, and the other is Uncle Li. The two of them, like Liu Shun and Zhang Guangrong, seem to have a chain hanging around their necks, with the other end in the hands of the Black and White Impermanence.
You could be dragged away at any time.
Wang Kuanyou stopped suddenly as he was following. There was someone behind him...
Who could it be
The owner of the two chairs next to the village chief
Wang Kuanyou hid in the dark and slowed down his breathing. Gradually, the footsteps became closer and closer, and a figure appeared in his sight.
When he saw who was coming, the expression on his face kept changing.
It's the shoe repairman...
The shoemaker on Chen Yang’s left!
When Chen Yang watched the shoemaker enter the ancestral hall, he was as shocked as Wang Kuanyou.
Isn’t that shoemaker from another place? How is he related to the Jiang family
"I remember I asked him yesterday morning if he had slept, and he said he slept at an old friend's house." Chen Yang muttered to himself, "Old friend refers to the village chief?"
"Can outsiders enter the Jiang Family Ancestral Hall? That's impossible. It can only be a member of the Jiang Family who moved out in the early years and came back to the market..."
Chen Yang accidentally tripped over his crutch and almost fell.
He glanced at the big Buddha on the jar, rubbed his face and leaned closer: "Aren't you surprised?"
"Surprised." Chao Jian's expression didn't match his answer. He said calmly, "It's midnight."
Chen Yang was stunned for a few seconds, then stood up suddenly: "Are they all in?"
"wrong!"
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched: "Not all the people are here yet, one is missing."
Soon, three groups of people who were hiding and guarding different paths met outside the ancestral hall, and they quickly exchanged information.
One missing indeed.
There were only the village chief, four Jiang Das, and an old shoemaker named Jiang in the ancestral hall.
Logically, there were three chairs placed above, one for the village chief and two for the Jiang family members.
Now there is only a shoemaker, and we are still missing an elder from the Jiang family.
If the ancestor worship begins but the person does not come, then he is dead.
Of course, it is also possible that there were originally only two people sitting on the three chairs above, and the other one was empty.
I don’t know what’s going on inside the ancestral hall, but it’s so quiet outside that everyone’s breathing can be heard clearly.
The Jiang people found Jiang Miao and there was no way she could escape. Her clue was broken, and the shoemaker from the Jiang family who just showed up might have some clues.
"Those of us who survived this round need to ask the shoemaker about the 1,500 profit."
Chen Yang's eyes were deep. His stall was close to Liu Shun's, and every time the other party made eye contact with him, he never looked at the shoe repair shop next to him.
There is no unnaturalness and no flaws.
The person who does the task for the third time is indeed very capable.
“Zu worship won’t end anytime soon.”
Wang Kuanyou recalled the time when Liu Shun, Zhang Guangrong and Li Ping were called to worship their ancestors last night and came back. He deduced, "It will take about 20 to 30 minutes."
Twenty to thirty minutes.
This amount of time spent waiting for a result is too long and it is excruciatingly long.
But the final time left in this world was too short, so cruelly short.
"I'm from Qingcheng University, 18 years old, a freshman, a chemistry major, a poor student. I've had two boyfriends, both of them were academic geniuses, and both of them were poor students." Chen Xishuang sniffed.
No one said anything to this little gay.
"Everyone has their own destiny, so we can only follow fate," Chen Xishuang put his hands together, bent down and lowered his head, making a praying gesture, "If I die, I want to ask my brothers and sisters to help me visit my grandparents."
The atmosphere suddenly became depressing.
Chen Yang said: "For those who died in the mission world, their life tracks in the real world will all disappear, as if they had never existed."
Chen Xishuang looked up in disbelief: "So cruel."
In addition to Chen Xishuang, there were two newcomers present, Wang Xiaobei and Qian Qin. They had just learned about the rule and had different reactions.
Qian Qin remained as expressionless as ever.
Wang Xiaobei bit her knuckles and tears streamed down her face. She didn't want to be wiped out by the world, and she didn't want everyone around her to forget her.
She couldn’t die... She couldn’t die... She had to live, she had to go back alive!
But this task is completed, what about the next one
Chen Xishuang did not have Wang Xiaobei's despair. He murmured in relief: "It no longer exists... That's fine too."
"It's better if I don't exist anymore. This way, my grandparents will forget about me as their grandson, and they won't have to send someone off before them."
Wang Kuanyou took something out of his backpack and said, "If I die in this round, I hope the last person alive can take it away and continue writing."
It was a notebook, black and very thick.
Chen Yang asked, "Diary?"
Wang Kuanyou used the tone of describing the weather to say, "This was given to me by my teammates in the last mission. There were five notes in it at the time, and I also wrote down my experience in it. Now there are six."
As soon as the heavy bomb was dropped, the surrounding airflow stagnated instantly and the atmosphere became a little subtle.
An ordinary notebook has actually gone through many tasks and is full of experience.
Wang Xiaobei excitedly stretched out her hand: "Give it to me, give it to me."
"I said, this will be given to the last person who gets out alive." Wang Kuanyou did not give any special treatment just because he was a member of the Wang family.
Wang Xiaobei yelled out of control: "I, I will definitely get out alive!"
The flag is put up and flutters in the wind.
Wang Kuanyou did not try to comfort Wang Xiaobei out of gentlemanly manners. He had a bad feeling in his heart.
I'm afraid this time...
Wang Kuanyou looked at the ancestral hall with its door closed, and his anxious thoughts gradually calmed down and sank to the bottom.
Chen Yang was also looking at the ancestral hall, and he was not interested in Wang Kuanyou's notebook.
It's useless. Even if you enter a mission location recorded in the notes, the tasks to be completed will be different.
The rules change.
It won't let the tasker take shortcuts so blatantly.
If there is any benefit that the notebook can bring, it is probably that it allows you to feel the urgency, panic, and helpless struggle through words, which can exercise your mind.
If you watch more, your mental quality will become stronger.
"Please leave the notebook with you first."
Wang Kuanyou's voice came suddenly. Chen Yang lowered his eyes and looked at the notebook he handed to him, and his facial muscles tensed.
"Give it to him." Chen Yangnu mouthed towards Qian Qin who was far away from the team.
Wang Kuanyou kept handing him the notebook.
Chen Yang said: "I didn't have a backpack when I came in, and I had no place to put it."
Wang Kuanyou looked at his clothes and pants, and saw that they only had four pockets, which really couldn't hold such a thick notebook.
When Chen Yang saw Wang Kuanyou put the notebook back into his backpack, he thought the matter was settled, but he didn't expect the other party to give him the backpack.
The notebook and bag were handed to him.
Chen Yang felt uneasy about Wang Kuanyou's insistence, and he said cautiously, "You are..."
Wang Kuanyou smiled bitterly: "My intuition is very accurate at certain times."
Chen Yang stopped talking.
Wang Xiaobei stared at the backpack in Chen Yang's hand. A cold light flashed over her, wrapped in extreme chilliness. She hurriedly closed her eyes, still thinking about the notebook in her mind.
This little episode did not spread to any great extent. The notebook seemed to have only stirred up dark waves in Wang Xiaobei's heart. Others also wanted it, but they soon came to their senses.
If you want to take the notebook away, you have to survive to the end.
I still don’t know if I can survive this early morning and see the sun tomorrow morning.
The seven people outside the ancestral hall remained silent.
Heaviness and powerlessness kept shuttling between them.
Chen Xishuang tucked his things into his sleeves and thought, it would be better to do it the night before. If he didn’t know what it was like to worship his ancestors, it wouldn’t be so painful.
“Boom!”
Suddenly there was a noise inside the ancestral hall, and Chen Yang immediately put down his legs that were against the wall: "Is it over?"
“It’s only half the time.”
Wang Kuanyou had just finished speaking when there was another noise inside, and the sound of someone falling to the ground.
"Da da da da da"
A series of chaotic footsteps rushed to the gate of the courtyard.
Before everyone could react, the courtyard door opened from the inside and a figure ran out.
It’s Uncle Li who delivered meals to Jiang Miao!
The middle-aged man pushed the stunned Chen Xishuang away with force, then bumped into Wang Xiaobei and Xiaoxiang, stumbling forward, muttering something incoherently.
"Stop him quickly!" Chen Yang shouted.
Everyone heard it, but no one took action. Jiang Ren was here, and who knew if stopping Jiang Da was against the rules.
They only have one life, they dare not gamble.
When Chen Yang was anxiously trying to leave Chao Jian behind and chase after him, a cane swung past him and accurately hit the middle-aged man who was about to run to the corner.
"Bang!"
Uncle Li fell heavily to the ground and tried to get up using his hands and feet. The blow was so hard that he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain and his consciousness recovered a little.
Chen Yang carried Jian on his back, picked up the crutch on the ground and gave it to him, then went to ask Uncle Li.
"Jiang Da, is the ancestor worship over? Why did you run out?"
Uncle Li was lying on the ground with a mouthful of blood. He raised his face as if in slow motion and turned to Chen Yang.
"Jiang Da?" Chen Yang shouted again.
Uncle Li moved his lips, and the blood in his mouth flowed down to his chin: "Empty... Empty..."
Chen Yang didn't hear clearly, so he leaned forward and asked, "What did you say?"
"Empty... Empty... Empty..."
Uncle Li repeated those two words over and over again, grabbing Chen Yang's arm in vain: "It's an empty signature!"
"It's an empty signature! It's empty!" He yelled with bulging eyes, "Empty!"
Chen Yang's face was sprayed with bloody spit, and he thought in astonishment, there is still an empty signature
The people who came over heard Uncle Li's words. Jiang Da, who was worshipping his ancestors, drew an empty lot, which meant that no family property was drawn, and no one would die tonight...
The joy of surviving the disaster came too suddenly and seemed unreal.
"There are 60 bamboo sticks in total. One was drawn yesterday, leaving 59. The probability of drawing an empty stick is so low. Our luck is really too good." Wang Xiaobei is still frightened.
Chen Xishuang wanted to remind her not to put up flags anymore, but he was glared at just by looking over.
Wang Kuanyou felt the rope around his neck was still there, and his breathing did not become smoother: "Why didn't the others come out?"
These words immediately shattered the relaxed atmosphere.
Uncle Li on the ground also froze.
Does it mean that if I draw an empty ticket, it will not count and I have to try again
Chen Yang held his breath and paid attention to the movements in the ancestral hall. He didn't know when a drop of sweat seeped out of his forehead and flowed down to his temples. It was a bit itchy, so he raised his hand to rub it. The young man beside him knocked on the ground with his crutch.
"I'm leaving."
Chen Yang held onto his cane in confusion: "Where are you going?"
"Go back and wash your face."
When Wang Kuanyou heard the boy's voice, his breathing instantly became smoother. The other party's "gone" and "going back to wash his face" made him feel more at ease than Uncle Li's "empty signature".
Wang Kuanyou had previously witnessed how sensitive the boy's hearing was. The fact that he called out to Chen Yang to leave showed that he had heard the sound in the ancestral hall.
Knowing they are safe.
Wang Kuanyou turned around and followed the two men, his back covered in sweat and his steps unsteady.
There are times when intuition doesn't work.
Thanks for not working.
"Why are they leaving one by one, and the people are still not..."
Chen Xishuang couldn't help but follow him, muttering back every few steps. Xiao Xiang interrupted him and said, "He's out."
“No.” Wang Xiaobei just finished speaking the previous second, and the next second she opened her eyes wide and shouted: “It’s coming out, it’s coming out!”
Liu Shun and Zhang Guangrong came out together, both of them had an expression of exhaustion on their faces as if they had escaped a disaster.
No need to die tonight.
Chen Yang returned the backpack to Wang Kuanyou.
“I’d better leave it with you,” Wang Kuanyou said. “Tomorrow is the last day. Our stalls are not together. If I die while selling things at the stall, someone else will take the backpack.”
That bad feeling came back again.
Just like death is coming, there is no way to escape it even once.
Chen Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What if I'm dead?"
Wang Kuanyou glanced at the young man sitting on the kang and wiping his crutches. He smiled at Chen Yang and said nothing.
Seeing that Wang Kuanyou was still as if he was giving away his relics, Chen Yang had no choice but to carry his backpack back to the kang.
"Have you washed your face?" Chao Jian frowned at him.
"I have washed it."
Chen Yang wiped his face, put his hand in front of his nose and smelled it. It still smelled a little fishy.
Why does that uncle’s blood smell so strong
Chao Jian used his crutch to push Chen Yang off the kang: "Go wash it again."
Chen Yang: “…”
"We are now doing a mission in the mission world. There are evil spirits, a demoralized team, and people who are worried about this and that. Let's just forget about a little blood."
Chao Jian put away his crutches and placed them beside the kang: "Most of the first half is off topic."
Chen Yang: "Then the latter part..."
"The smell of blood is too close to me, and I can't sleep."
Chen Yang said: "I can hardly smell it."
Chao Jian didn't say anything, just looked at him, expressionless.
"I'll go wash." Chen Yang surrendered and went to fetch water.
Wang Xiaobei and Xiaoxiang both came here. Seven men and two women stayed in one room. They would not sleep on the same quilt because the kang was divided into two parts by a basin.
The light bulbs were on and the room was dim. A few people who were too tense had a severe rebound when they relaxed. After a while, they couldn't help falling into a deep sleep.
The rest of them were not sleepy, but also didn't want to chat, so they just stared blankly.
For example, Chen Yang.
He was thinking about the curse of the Jiang people. The other party did not kill people randomly, but only killed those who violated taboos. It seemed that he had set a set of principles for himself.
Is it taboo to find the shoemaker and force him to tell the truth about the Jiang family
It's a bit risky, can I gamble
My legs are numb.
When Chen Yang saw it was his left leg, he smeared some saliva on his right eyelid.
The young man opened his eyes at some point, and stared at him with his dark pupils, without saying a word.
Chen Yang was so frightened that his scalp went numb: "My sister taught me."
Chao Jian said disdainfully: "It's so dirty."
"I wiped my own eyes." Chen Yang hammered his left leg and whispered, "I want to go to the bathroom, do you want to go?"
Chao Jian turned his back to him.
Chen Yang was still trying to persuade the boy, but Chen Xishuang beside him jumped up and said, "I'll go!"
"I have to pee." Chen Xi crossed his legs and twisted them, "I've been holding it in for a long time."
"Me too." Liu Shun smiled innocently.
"There are two girls in the room, can you please be more careful?" Wang Xiaobei said with a red face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Chen Xishuang apologized repeatedly embarrassedly.
These three words touched Wang Xiaobei's fragile nerves. She felt that Chen Xishuang did it on purpose. He knew she was afraid but still said it. He had no good intentions.
Chen Xishuang didn't know what Wang Xiaobei was thinking, so he quickly caught up with Chen Yang and Liu Shun.
When the three of them arrived at the door, Wang Kuanyou joined in temporarily.
Chen Yang looked back and saw that peeing was such a big scene that he paused as soon as he went out and turned back to ask his partner.
"You're really not going?"
"No." Chao Jian closed his eyes, "I'll be back after I finish."
Chen Yang twitched his lips. It was the late night, what else could he do if he didn't come back after peeing
The toilet was on the south side. Chen Yang and his three companions held up their cell phones to lead the way. A red halo could be seen not far away.
The lanterns stayed lit and the market never stopped.
Chen Yang's face felt cold, he reached out and touched it, it was a petal.
It's peach blossom.
There are many peach trees in the village, and the flowers are in full bloom.
"It's almost April." Chen Yang threw away the petals and said something emotionally.
"yes."
Liu Shun asked them if they smoked, and Chen Yang asked for one.
"Hurry up," Chen Xishuang in front urged, "I'm going to pee my pants!"
Chen Yang held the cigarette between his lips, puffing out a cloud of smoke: "Then you go first, we'll be there just around the corner."
"I dare not." Chen Xishuang was really about to pee, so he hurriedly grabbed Chen Yang and ran away.
Chen Yang did not struggle and let the child pull him into the toilet.
"You have such a good temper." Chen Xishuang held the phone to his lips, freed his hands to unbutton his pants, and said in the midst of the rustling noise, "If it were someone else, I wouldn't dare to do that."
Chen Yang bit the cigarette, his throat trembled: "Go ahead and pee."
Two more beams of light came from outside, and Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun walked in. They both looked at Chen Xishuang.
It was a purely subconscious action.
The word "bisexual" brings about a subversive cognition, and the more they try to ignore it, the clearer it becomes.
Chen Xishuang was so nervous that he couldn't pee anymore: "Don't look at me."
"We don't want to see it." Wang Kuanyou turned off the flashlight.
Chen Xishuang's voice rang out again.
"Don't look at me."
The sound was flat, without any fluctuations, and the cigarette in Chen Yang's mouth fell out.
Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun also realized that something was wrong. They pulled their pants down halfway and got stuck there, their bodies stiff.
"Don't look at me."
Chen Xishuang sobbed softly and begged humbly: "Don't look at me... Don't look at me..."
"Please don't look at me..."
"Don't look at me... please..."
The voice became panicked and miserable.
Chen Yang wanted to run away, but he knew that if he ran, he would be killed, so he could only muster up the courage to confront Chen Xishuang.
Ice cold and a little sticky.
Chen Yang forced himself not to imagine anything. He patted Chen Xishuang's arm and said, "It's okay..."
The arm beneath my palm was shaking.
Chen Yang was also trembling. He swallowed hard and said, "Jiang Ren, let's go out."
Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun hurriedly agreed.
"Yeah, go out, the toilet doesn't smell good either."
The only answer they got was an eerie silence.
Just when Chen Yang felt that he was about to be in trouble, Chen Xishuang went out.
He and the other two quickly followed without even peeing.
Chen Yang went out and stood not far behind Chen Xishuang, taking a short breath.
It seems that at this time of the year, Jiang Ren was bullied when he went to the toilet and no one helped him.
Chen Yang remembered that Jiang Ren went to the small thatched hut at around nine o'clock. Now it was just after one in the morning, which meant that the secret of his body was leaked during this period of time.
It was so late, and Jiang Ren sneaked out to go to the toilet alone, but he didn't know that someone would be waiting outside just to play a trick on him.
The market was very lively and many things happened. Jiang Ren only experienced the scenes that brought him hatred, the panic of killing and burying the body, being bullied and insulted, and despair and collapse...
Jiang Ren is committing self-harm in disguise, and at the same time is deepening his resentment.
Maybe he was just an ordinary ghost when he died, and that's why he became an evil ghost.
Chen Yang looked at Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun, what should he do now
The ghostly aura frightened Liu Shun so much that he almost lost the urge to urinate. He suggested in a friendly manner, "It's late. Let's go back."
Chen Xishuang said nothing.
Liu Shun didn't dare to say another word, so he asked the two younger ones to come.
Chen Yang shook his head at Wang Kuanyou. He had used up all his courage in the toilet and now he really couldn't do it.
Wang Kuanyou was thinking about what to say when Chen Xishuang, who had his back to them, turned his head and said with a pale face: "I want to take a walk."
"Then... let's go."
Traveling with evil spirits, wherever you go is extremely gloomy.
Chen Yang had both his hands in his pockets, his left hand holding a cell phone with no signal, and his right hand holding a milk tablet. These two items were like his left and right arms, and he felt a little safer holding them between his fingers.
Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun were on both sides of him. The three of them walked in a row. Not knowing whether they would violate any taboos along the way, they all felt like they were walking on thin ice.
Chen Xishuang did not look back. He seemed to have somewhere to go, or like a person who had not been home for a long time and finally came back for a walk.
“The peach blossoms are blooming.”
Chen Xishuang made an emotionless sound.
Should I continue this conversation? How should I continue, or should I not continue? Chen Yang's mind was working rapidly.
"It's the month." Chen Yang heard his own trembling response.
"Yes, it's the month." Chen Xishuang walked under a tree and passed through without stopping.
Chen Yang met the gazes of Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun with a deadpan face, and the praise in their eyes froze.
Chen Yang was regretting now, very regretful. He didn't even have time to pee, and he had to walk around the village with the evil ghost.
The only thing to be thankful for is that this is a male ghost possessed by a teammate, not a female ghost with long hair covering her face.
Hope to go back alive.
Chen Xishuang only said that one sentence and didn't speak again. He walked in the village for a while and stopped in front of the window of a house.
That's where the village chief lives.
Chen Yang winked at Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun, telling them that the Jiang people would not come here for no reason.
He might have come to the village chief that year, hoping that he would help him get justice.
Chen Xishuang stood quietly outside the window, standing there all the time.
The window was half open, and the person inside seemed to be sleeping soundly and did not sense anyone outside the window.
The wind started to blow, and the collar of Chen Yang's coat was blown towards his neck, feeling itchy and cold. He shivered and stared at the figure in front of him without blinking.
"Third uncle."
Chen Xishuang suddenly shouted.
There was no sound coming from the dark window.
Chen Xishuang walked closer, put his hands on it, and leaned half of his body against the window.
"Uncle San, it's me."
Still no response.
Chen Xishuang stuck his head into the window.
Chen Yang's fingertips felt numb from the stimulation of this scene. Is the village chief also a member of the Jiang family
A curse was heard from the room, and then something was thrown in front of the window and hit Chen Xishuang on the head with a "bang".
It's a porcelain jar.
There was a cut on Chen Xishuang's head, but he didn't scream, he just fell limply to the ground.
"He should have left." Wang Kuanyou stepped forward.
Chen Xishuang on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and Wang Kuanyou threw away his manners and swore.
Chen Xishuang was so confused by the scolding that he looked around and became even more confused: "I was peeing, why am I lying here?"
"… "
"Am I possessed?" Chen Xishuang climbed up trembling, and a human face appeared in the window.
"Why are you here?"
The person in the room was not the village chief, but a shoemaker.
The porcelain jar under the window was gone, but the wound on Chen Xishuang's head was still there.
Chen Yang speculated that Jiang Ren thought that his third uncle was the best the Jiang family had ever done to him, so he wanted to seek his third uncle's protection, most likely wanting to ask him to take him with him when he left the market tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, his third uncle impatiently hit him with a porcelain jar.
Chen Yang held the window that was about to close: "Since we're here, Third Uncle, let's talk."
When the shoemaker heard Chen Yang's name, the expression on his rough and dark face suddenly changed: "There's nothing to talk about. I'm not familiar with you guys."
"You're not familiar with them, but you're okay with me." Chen Yang said, "We've been setting up a stall together for two days."
The shoemaker tried to close the window by force, but Chen Yang broke half of it with one punch.
So Chen Yang and the other three didn't go around to the main door, but directly climbed in through the window.
The shoemaker treated Chen Yang and the others with a look of despair, especially Chen Xishuang, who looked at him with hatred and fear.
Chen Xishuang huddled to one side, covering his bleeding forehead.
"Third Uncle..."
Chen Yang was scolded as soon as he opened his mouth. The shoemaker was completely different from the one in the market. He walked back and forth in the room, breathing heavily and rapidly.
"Don't call me that!" the shoemaker repeated.
Chen Yang comforted him, "Sit down first."
Liu Shun was leaning against the door and Wang Kuanyou was at the window, blocking his escape route.
Things have developed to this point, and they are gambling their lives with Chen Yang, hoping that it is not against the rules to find Jiang Ren's Third Uncle.
The shoemaker was not comforted at all by Chen Yang. He kept walking around the room, his bloodshot eyes moving around randomly. He looked under the bed, at the beams above his head, and then at the earthen walls. He looked very nervous.
Chen Yang smelled the shoe polish on him and said, "Uncle San, you are a member of the Jiang family. Why did you come back from other places during the market and set up a stall to repair shoes? And you don't live in your own home, but live in the home of your old friend, the village chief?"
The shoemaker kept walking, and his attitude was the same as those people in the market, as if he didn't hear anything.
Wang Kuanyou stopped Chen Yang who was about to ask more questions with his eyes. He couldn't let him ask alone.
That's too dangerous and unfair.
Wang Kuanyou adjusted his breathing and asked the most critical question: "Why did the Jiang family make a profit of 1,500 in the past three days?"
"Does 1500 have any meaning?"
The shoemaker, who had been walking, suddenly stopped and stared at him.
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