Liang Fei opened his eyes, and his mind was still a little confused. What caught his eye was the back of the seat.
Oh, this is on the bus to the ancient village. Liang Fei turned his head to look at Xu Yuan who was sitting next to him, his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping.
He leaned out slightly again and looked back.
As soon as Liang Fei turned his head, he met Du Yan's eyes. He didn't know what was wrong with him, so he shouted, "Master Du."
Du Yan didn't seem to hear clearly and asked, "What did you call me?"
The expression on Liang Fei's face was even more ignorant: "Ah? What did I just call you, wasn't it Du Yan?"
Xiao Lang, who was sitting next to Du Yan, heard it clearly and said, "You just called him Master Du."
When Du Yan heard this, he joked with a half-smile, "What kind of dream did you have? Could it be that I was still a monk in the dream?"
Liang Fei scratched the back of his head, pondered for a long time, and said, "It seems like I had a dream, but I can't remember the specific content."
Xu Yuan just woke up, heard the content of the conversation between the three, and said, "I fell asleep just now, as if I had a very short dream."
Zhou Tian looked back, his face was not very good: "Me too, although I don't remember the content, but I feel very bad."
Wei Zizhe asked with concern: "What's the matter? Is there any discomfort?"
Zhou Tian said: "I can't say it, but when I have bad dreams, I can feel it. I know that my breathing accelerated several times just now, did you hear it?"
Wei Zizhe was taken aback: "I, I fell asleep just now."
Du Yan listened to the conversation of several people without interrupting. He had already expected the scene in front of him.
The resentful ghost of another world, the influence that Xiao Lang can have has been getting bigger and bigger. The previous time, only Xiao Lang could be pulled into the dream, but this time, it was pulling all the people present, including Du Yan. .
Unlike other people, Du Yan remembered exactly what happened in the dream.
At first, he didn't realize it was a dream either. It was not until he saw the weird Taishi chair and the posthumous photo in the house that he began to vaguely know that his group of people were all caught in the same dream.
The foundation of the dream is the Taishi chair. If the Taishi chair is not destroyed in time, the next direction of the dream should be even more terrifying.
Xiao Lang and his roommate will probably die one by one in the dream, but dying in the dream will not lead to physical death in the real world.
Just experiencing death in a dream, that moment of panic was enough to put out three fires on their shoulders for a few seconds. In the three seconds after the real fire is extinguished, there are many things that the ghosts of the other world can do.
At that time, it may not be that person who wakes up, maybe it is me, or maybe it is me who hides another soul in the body.
After Li Gui was put on his body, as long as he concealed himself wholeheartedly and did not come out to make trouble for the time being, even Du Yan would not be able to identify it for a while. If there is a ghost in the team, then things will be a little out of control. Du Yan doesn't like this feeling, and naturally he won't let things develop to that point.
Although the situation has changed somewhat, it is still under control.
Du Yan's eyes swept through the car, Xiao Lang's friends, the three fires above his shoulders were all slightly small, and the only woman who was most affected was Zhou Tian.
He turned his head to look at Xiao Lang who was sitting beside him. Unexpectedly, Xiao Lang's three fires were nothing like before, the fire was raging, and there was no image of the dream at all.
Thinking of Xiao Lang's performance in the dream, he has always been relatively calm, he was not frightened, and his emotions did not fluctuate too much. The three fires were not affected, but it was normal.
Du Yan felt a little pity in his heart, Xiao Lang was actually an excellent celestial master seedling, with a different attitude and excellent psychological quality, but unfortunately it was too late to enter the industry when he was old. Now if he wants to fight against another Shunping city, he can only grieve him for being the ghost king.
Xiao Lang pinched his brows, and asked Du Yan somewhat uncertainly, "Did I fall asleep just now?"
Du Yan replied: "I don't know, maybe it is. You also know that I didn't sleep well last night, so I took a nap by the way when I got in the car."
Tian Luo, who was behind them, also leaned over and said, "I just woke up. I slept well last night, but I suddenly felt very sleepy for some reason..."
Xu Yuan has always been a person who calms down the atmosphere. He saw that the direction of everyone's chat was getting more and more terrifying, and he quickly said to ease the atmosphere: "It's quite comfortable to sit on this kind of bus and the sun is on my body. , it's not strange to fall asleep."
Zhou Tian had not said a word since just now, her face was solemn, and she stared out the window nervously.
Wei Zizhe immediately noticed something was wrong with his girlfriend and asked her, "What are you looking at?"
Zhou Tian glanced at him, then quickly turned his eyes out of the window: "I was just thinking. Will there be any abandoned villages by this road."
Wei Zizhe smiled at her: "Now the tourism in the ancient village is slowly picking up. The villages on the roadside are all prime locations. How could there be any abandoned villages."
"Will it be because of some karst cave or something, the cracks in the wall caused the villagers in the entire village to move out."
When Liang Fei heard Zhou Tian's answer, he laughed out loud: "Are you telling a horror adventure story?"
Zhou Tian said: "I don't know why, I just have this feeling."
When Liang Fei heard this, he raised his voice and asked the driver in front of him on a whim: "Master, is there such a place along the way? It's the village where the whole village suddenly moved out..."
Before he could finish speaking, Liang Fei whispered to himself, "Ah, I forgot that this driver won't answer questions when he's driving."
He just finished speaking, and the driver in front replied: "How could there be such a place, we have never heard of any caves or the like here. The houses in the village were built with a lot of painstaking efforts. How can you give up a good house and move away?"
Several passengers also interjected: "We have never heard of such a thing, little girl, don't think about it."
Hearing what everyone said, Zhou Tian's expression softened a bit. She smiled reluctantly and said to Wei Zizhe, "Maybe I'm thinking too much. I've been a little flustered since I woke up just now."
Xiao Lang glanced over there and said to Du Yan in a low voice, "To be honest, I don't know why, but I always feel that what Zhou Tian said makes some sense."
Du Yan glanced at him: "I can't tell, you are quite sensitive and worrying."
Xiao Lang was choked by him and defended: "Nothing, I just came up with a whim..."
Fortunately, as the bus driver said, there were no abandoned villages in sight. Zhou Tian's heart was a little uneasy, but he slowly calmed down and changed the subject to chat with everyone.
While everyone was talking and laughing, the bus soon arrived at the entrance of the ancient village.
Xiao Lang and his party got out of the car, and the sharp-eyed local villagers saw that it was a tourist, and swarmed around them.
"Young man, do you want to eat? My kiln chicken is very famous and has been on TV."
"I brought it from the fish reservoir at my house. It's very fresh. It's ready to kill. Do you want to eat?"
"Do you want to stay in a hotel? Standard room with air conditioning, 81 nights, hot water supply 24 hours a day."
The bus had already left for some time, and Xiao Lang and his group were still surrounded by the roadside, unable to move.
Du Yan couldn't stand such a scene the most, and the expression on his face became more and more gloomy.
Seeing this, Xiao Lang stepped forward slightly to block in front of him, raised his voice and said in the local language: "We don't need accommodation, we will leave on the same day."
As soon as these villagers heard that Xiao Lang was speaking in the local dialect, they knew that they would not be able to make money, so they could only leave angrily.
After finally getting out of the crowd, everyone had time to look at this ancient village. By the side of the road, there is no shadow of any ancient village, and it is completely like a modern countryside.
Many residential buildings on Linma Road are four or five stories high, and there are various signboards at the entrance of each house, where they can stay and eat or sell some handicrafts and souvenirs.
Xiao Lang looked at the time and found that it was past eleven o'clock. After discussing it with everyone, they decided to finish lunch outside before going to the ancient village, so as not to have to run out to eat halfway through the game.
This kind of farmhouse, the dishes are probably the same, everyone randomly picked a small restaurant that looked relatively clean and walked in.
The restaurant is run by a husband and wife. It looks very simple, and the work is very neat.
There is a minimum consumption in the box. As soon as everyone adds up, they leave after a meal anyway, so they find a round table in the lobby and sit down.
Du Yan's position happened to be with his back to the gate, and not far in front of him was a wall, a very ordinary wall painted with white putty, which could be seen everywhere.
It's just that the thing hanging on the wall is not very ordinary, it is a photo, black and white.
A white satin flower hangs on the frame. The photo was of an elderly man wearing a black cotton hat, exactly the same as the photo in the dream.
Xiao Lang followed Du Yan's gaze and saw the posthumous photo on the wall, so he explained, "This is the custom here, you don't have to be afraid."
At this time, the hotel proprietress brought tea, just in time to hear Xiao Lang's words.
Perhaps because she was afraid that these young people from outside the city would have any taboos when they saw this photo, she quickly explained: "Yes, yes, this is our Shunping custom. Three sticks of incense every day."
Du Yan looked up: "This is you?"
The proprietress didn't shy away, and answered cheerfully, "It's my father-in-law who passed away two years ago."