This village is neither big nor small, it is a long and narrow trend completely laid out along the road. This is the reason why the ancient village in front is developing tourism, and the villagers choose to build their houses on both sides of the road.
After walking along the road for about a few minutes, Du Yan saw the house that caught his attention just now.
There is nothing special about the appearance of the house. It is a typical two-story house with a concrete space in front of it for drying rice or parking. The outside of the house is covered with white and red tiles, and it looks quite shiny.
Now everyone is a little confused, seeing Du Yan and Xiao Lang walking over without hesitation, and the house doesn't look any different from the outside, so they also followed.
The house on the first floor is designed to look like a facade, and the rolling shutters are not closed tightly, revealing a gap of about half a meter. Perhaps because no one has lived in it for a long time and it faces the street, a thick layer of dust has fallen on the rolling shutters.
Looking in from the outside, the inside is completely black, and nothing can be seen.
Xiao Lang asked with some doubts: "You have such a good eye? When you pass by the car, you can also see that there is a chair inside."
Du Yan smiled and said, "This matter has nothing to do with the eyes."
Everyone stopped in front of this house, and some did not know why.
Liang Fei asked, "Is there anything wrong with this house? It looks no different from the one next to it."
Du Yan explained: "I just saw it in the car, and I think something is not right in it."
After speaking, he bent down to lift the rolling gate, and Xiao Lang also bent down to help.
The rolling shutter may have not been used for a long time, some rust caused it to get stuck, and it is very difficult to lift it. Seeing this, the boys standing beside him all stepped up to help pull the shutter.
With a crunching sound, the rolling shutter was finally fully opened.
The sunlight fell recklessly from the open door, and the dust flying all over the house was invisible under the illumination of the light source. Almost everyone's actions are to cover their noses with one hand, and drive away the dust that is blowing in front of their eyes with the other.
The room was empty, with almost nothing. The floor of the room was cement, and thick dust was visible to the naked eye. There is a picture on the wall facing the door.
The black-and-white photo shows an old man in a black cotton hat with cloudy eyes and no expression on his face. A flower made of white satin hangs crookedly above the photo.
Anyone with some common sense will know that this is a posthumous photo at a glance. Below the photo, there is a tattered wooden incense case.
The scene in front of me always seemed to be a little intimidating, but against the background of the Taishi chair in the center, the photo and the incense case really didn't matter.
Even if the people present had no awareness of these mysterious things, they could see that something was wrong with this Grand Master Chair.
The whole room was dirty and had a feeling of abandonment that no one had taken care of for a long time. Only this Taishi chair was out of place with the whole room.
The Taishi chair is brand-new, with mahogany floor, and the back of the chair is a typical three-section partition decoration. It is carved with cloud patterns and wishful patterns, which are lifelike and valuable at first sight.
Not to mention whether the average rural family would pay a lot of money to buy such a Taishi chair. Even if it's here, it doesn't make sense.
The most critical point is that this kind of hollowed-out carved chair is the most likely to get dust, not to mention the whole room is full of dust. This Taishi chair is clean, and there is not even a bit of dust in the hollowed-out places.
Zhou Tian finally couldn't help shaking his voice and said, "Hey, what's the matter with this chair?"
Wei Zizhe comforted her softly: "Maybe this family sometimes comes here to do errands and clean the chairs so that they can rest easily."
But Liang Fei said: "No, you see that the photo above is full of dust. How can anyone come to clean the chair and not wipe the photos of the ancestors."
When Liang Fei said this, everyone felt even more horrified, and unconsciously took a few steps back.
Du Yan did the opposite, he just lifted his foot and left the room.
Xiao Lang stretched out his hand to hold him, but saw Du Yan looking back at him and said, "Anyway, they're here, why don't you take a look."
Xiao Lang was helpless, but he had no choice but to walk in behind him. Du Yan didn't look at the Taishi chair for the first time, but walked to the incense table.
There is a small incense burner on the incense case, and the incense sticks in it are burned so that only the wooden part is left. There is a white porcelain plate on each side of the incense burner, a common style in the market, nothing special.
In one white china plate were several fruits that were almost mummified, and in the other were peanuts and plastic-wrapped candies and the like.
Du Yan took a candy and looked at it, and there was no production date on the outer packaging. This kind of house built on the road is dusty, and it only takes half a month
It can be dirty as it is now without anyone cleaning it.
Du Yan took another look at the photo hanging on it, but didn't notice anything wrong. He turned back to the Taishi chair, and after walking a few steps, he heard Zhou Tian let out a terrified scream.
Du Yan paused, looked up, and saw that Zhou Tian had shrunk behind Wei Zizhe.
Liang Fei was frightened by her, but he didn't find anything wrong, so he asked: "Zhou Tian, what's wrong with you? It's a shock, it's scary to death, do you know?"
Zhou Tian didn't look at him at all, but tightly hugged Wei Zizhe's arm with one hand. She raised her left hand, pointed at the picture on the wall with trembling fingers, and said, "Just now, he smiled a little."
When everyone heard the words, their eyes all fell on the posthumous photo.
In the photo is still the old man with a wrinkled face and a black hat. The eyes are cloudy and the expression is stiff, no different from when they first came in.
Wei Zizhe looked at Zhou Tian and said soothingly, "Did you read it wrong? The photos are no different from what they looked just now."
Liang Fei nodded: "Yes, I'm going to take a picture in a while, and I really didn't find anything different.
Du Yan turned his head and looked at the photo carefully for a moment, but still didn't find any yin entanglement on it.
Zhou Tian's face was pale, and he said confidently, "I read it right, the person in the photo clearly smiled."
Du Yan didn't doubt whether Zhou Tian was too frightened and misunderstood. Instead, he had another guess. Even he didn't feel that there was anything strange in this village, so the reason for all this was very clear.
Du Yan smiled at Zhou Tian reassuringly, and said, "It's alright, don't worry."
Then he walked to the Grand Master's chair again, and reached out to touch it.
However, Xiao Lang felt that something was wrong, and quickly stopped his hand: "I'll come."
Du Yan didn't stop him either, watching Xiao Lang carefully touching the back of the Taishi chair.
He raised his head and said strangely: "There is nothing wrong with it, it seems to be an ordinary chair."
When Du Yan heard this, he stretched out his hand again, but Xiao Lang did not stop him. His fingers happened to land on those exquisite wishful patterns, and he stroked them along the way, only to feel that it was a little cold to start.
Other than that, it's really just an ordinary chair.
Liang Fei's emotions come and go quickly. The frightening scene on the bus just now was basically forgotten by him, and he didn't see the person in the photo that Zhou Tian mentioned smiling just now.
So he became more courageous and walked in directly.
Du Yan originally thought that he just wanted to come in and confirm that the Taishi chair was just an ordinary chair. Unexpectedly, as soon as Liang Fei came over, he eagerly sat on the Taishi chair.
Fortunately, Xiao Lang moved quickly and grabbed him: "Liang Fei, what are you doing?"
Liang Fei suddenly came back to his senses, took a few steps back and said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly want to sit on this chair, and I can't describe the feeling."
At this time, Zhou Tian also said: "By the way, when the photo just smiled at me, I seemed to hear someone tell me to sit on that chair. I thought it was because I was too scared, so I had hallucinations. Now It doesn't look like it is."
Du Yan looked at the panic-stricken expressions of everyone standing at the door, and then glanced at the Taishi chair next to him. Then he said calmly: "Take it out and burn it."
Xiao Lang was taken aback and asked, "Ah? What did you say?"
Du Yan repeated: "Such a strange chair, take it out and burn it."
At this time, Tian Luo remembered the normal social laws, and he said hesitantly, "This is someone else's chair. It's not good for us to carry it out and burn it."
Du Yan glanced at him inexplicably and said, "Do you really think this is a chair in the real world? Such a strange chair appeared in such a strange village, and the one just now Strange bus, how can you still naively think that we are still in a normal world?"
Du Yan's appearance was a little gloomy, and his voice was cold. When he said these words, he still had a smile that was not a smile.
Even though he stood motionless, the few people standing at the door took a step back involuntarily.
Liang Fei's heart was blunt and he asked directly, "I think you are also very strange. Who are you?"
Seeing this, Du Yan knew that if he didn't make things clear now, the people present would probably not cooperate with the next move except Xiao Lang.
After thinking for a while, he put the black backpack he had been carrying with him on the Grand Master's chair, and then took things out from the inside.
A group of people watched dumbfoundedly as Du Yan took out a wooden dagger from his bag, as well as some bottles and jars. What is the situation, what is that on the chair of the master, the props used for filming