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Under Zhang Xu's persuasion, the tourists agreed to go back first. With Qin Hu as a pioneer, no one dared to mention leaving immediately, but it was agreed that they would all stay together and survive the night. As for this gathering place , naturally chose the village chief's house.

According to his senior brother's instructions, Chongming quietly put the floral cloth he took out from Qin Hu's hand into his pocket, and followed Daliu to the village chief's house.

The leading middle-aged man was Zhou Shengming. After talking to the other tourists, he came to listen to their opinions. He obviously felt that Wei Shufang's identity was not simple.

In their line of business, Jing Hai's performance is obviously a subordinate, Chongming is too young, and at first glance he looks like a stunned young man who has just entered society, while Hua Mao looks like a rich second generation, but he has a carefree and undisciplined appearance. It is really unreliable to see that the corpse has not yet recovered its guts.

Only Wei Shufang, although he didn't say a few words from the beginning to the end, and didn't even lift his eyelids, but just standing still, no one dared to ignore or underestimate him, and even made people fearful.

As for Wu Jiancheng, although he came with them, but when he "stand in line" before, he chose to stand with the villagers, and he ran away with them.

Compared with Zhou Shengming's friendly attitude, Wei Shufang was much colder, and he dismissed him with a hum. After all, Zhou Shengming was an experienced middle-aged man, so he didn't care.

The tourists went together to pick up their luggage from the house where they lived before. Chong Ming hadn’t had time to decide where to stay at night before, and the luggage they brought was still at the village head’s house.

They deliberately slowed down and followed the team.

Hua Mao finally couldn't help but said: "Little master, this time it must be made by that thing, right?" He touched his arm, "Why do I feel that we are going to be caught in the urn? That's the one that will die forever." Isn't that how it's done in comics? The deserted island murder case, the secret room murder case, this is definitely the rhythm of a deserted village murder case, but the murderer in the comics is a human being, we are that thing, it won't stay here Is something wrong?"

Jing Hai sneered: "Now I know I'm afraid? Who was crying and shouting to follow?"

Huamao was thick-skinned enough, ignored his taunting, and followed Chongming closely: "Little master, you said that thing wouldn't really want to give us all to it, right?"

Chongming glanced at the afterglow in the sky, and told him what the old monk had said: "An injustice has a leader and a debtor, a ghost is demanding his life, and a resentful soul seeks revenge. You must find the enemy first, unless you rush to get in the way, then You can only blame yourself for your bad luck.”

Huamao let out a little sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good, it's my first time here, any grudges or grudges, it has nothing to do with me." Then he bowed around and whispered, "Whatever you want Revenge, I promise I won't get in the way..."

Jing Hai was even more curious about the cause of the incident, and analyzed: "From this point of view, something very bad must have happened in Wanshou Village at the beginning. Those who committed the incident were those two people who died, and there were even more. After investigation, there is no sensational event happened in Wanshou Village."

After all, Wanshou Village is too remote. As the saying goes, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. It is easy for modern Internet media to investigate people in a city or even a small town, but it is much more difficult to investigate impoverished villages deep in the mountains. About Most of the records of Wanshou Village are only available after the establishment of the folk village, and the previous events are all written by the villagers.

Before Chongming, he left in a hurry, before he had time to show Jing Hai the dream he had painted, and he was worried about Xiao Fang along the way, so Jing Hai didn't know that the things in the dream happened in this village, but he was sure at this moment that this was going to happen. The vengeful ghost must be that little girl back then.

He told Jing Hai and Hua Mao: "...She was probably killed by those people, and now she is back to take revenge."

"Damn!" Hua Mao jumped up immediately, with a look of resentment on his face, "Damn, this is not human! It's good to die, it's wonderful to die, it's croaking to die!" Seemingly disgusted, he clenched his fists and turned around twice , I wish I could fight with someone.

"No wonder the villagers just said she came back." Jing Haidao, "So, this matter has nothing to do with us or these tourists?"

Chongming thought for a while, then nodded: "It should be."

"Not necessarily." Wei Shufang said suddenly, seeing several people looking over, he raised his eyelids, "The timing of the bridge collapse is too coincidental."

Chongming's heart skipped a beat. That's right, it was indeed a coincidence that the bridge collapsed, or rather suddenly.

If it was the little girl back then who took revenge, she could have killed these people one by one by accident. These villagers are in the village. As long as she spends some time, she will definitely be able to avenge her. There is no need for such a troublesome battle.

This is not like imprisoning villagers, but more like... It's like keeping tourists!

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he looked at Liu Shufang and his party in the distance, his face changed slightly.

Jing Hai expressed his thoughts for him: "She actually wants to keep Mr. Zhong's friend? Why?"

yeah why?

Chongming thought hard, why?Why leave irrelevant people?

Hua Mao guessed: "Could it be that there are descendants of her enemy among them?"

Jing Hai shook his head: "If that's the case, wouldn't she have to slaughter the village? In this small village, everyone is more or less related to each other, but she didn't let all these people die, otherwise this Longevity Village would have been killed by the people. Gone."

This time Wei Shufang didn't speak either, after all he didn't know much about supernatural things.

Chongming racked his brains until he entered the village chief's house, but he couldn't figure out the reason. He glanced at Liu Shufang and Gu Zhan, feeling a little uneasy. Although he didn't want to be friends with them anymore, he didn't want to watch them have an accident either.

"No hurry." The shoulder suddenly felt heavy, but it was the brother who held his shoulder and shook his head slightly.

He has a calm expression and calm eyes, as if any difficulties are not a problem in front of him, Chongming's impulse that just arose has extinguished, and he decided to obediently listen to his senior brother. , he believed that his brother would not harm him.

The village head and his wife went to do the aftermath work, and the small village head Zhang Xu was in charge of arranging the tourists in this house. After running in and out, he finally divided the group into three houses and settled them down, but everyone was still afraid, and It was still early, and they all gathered in the yard, sitting down and talking in twos and threes, as if they wanted to forget their fears by chatting.

There was no one to make dinner, so I took out all the snacks and specialties in the luggage to satisfy my hunger. After dividing this round, there was still a lot left.

Chongming and the others were still sitting at the round table where they sat at noon, listening to the people in the yard talking about the mountains.

Chongming was worried about his brother's body, so he moved a couch out of the house, and with his strength, he easily lifted it out with one hand, which amazed everyone.

He helped his brother to lie down, and hugged the quilt that was warm in the yard during the day, and covered him. He knew that his brother was afraid of the cold, and he wrapped him tightly in the hottest summer. It is the end of summer, and it is still in the mountains. , it was already a bit cold as soon as the sun set, and it will definitely be colder in the second half of the night.

Jing Hai watched him busy, unexpectedly a little bit out of hand, Hua Mao took this opportunity to laugh at him repeatedly.

"Is it still cold?"

Chongming took two pillows and put them upright on the armrest of the sofa, trying to make his brother feel comfortable, but the armrest of the sofa was made of wood and was very hard.

Wei Shufang silently watched him busy, at this moment he stretched out his hand to hold him, obviously looking very weak, but unexpectedly strong, nodded his chin: "Sit."

Chongming understood what the senior brother meant, and after thinking for a while, he sat down next to the armrest, then took the senior brother into his arms and let him lean against him.

"Hiss—" Hua Mao, who was nibbling melon seeds, bit his mouth in an instant, covering his face with a pained expression.

Jing Hai glared at him, choking his intention to speak.

Hua Mao had no choice but to shut up, but she was curious like a cat scratching in her heart, what is the origin of Master Zhong?Not afraid of Boss Wei's bad luck physique?

Although he is a few years younger than Boss Wei, he still has an impression of what happened that year. Even if he has no prejudice against Boss Wei, he dare not get too close to him, let alone a friend, even touching him. He didn't dare to touch him, after all, he had touched Boss Wei before, and when he went out, he either broke his leg or was hit by a car.

After so many years, only one Jing Hai has been trained, and every time he can dodge with extraordinary skill and precision.

How can this young master be safe and sound, how can he not be curious.

Chongming didn't know Huamao's entanglement at all, he was hungry.

The snacks on the table were not enough for him to eat, and he ate all the small bread and biscuits that were distributed, even the brother's portion, but he was still hungry.

He peeled a candy for energy.

"Brother, do you want it?"

Wei Shufang refused, reached out and hooked a bag of nuts, peeled them, and handed them to Chongming after peeling.

Chongming was overwhelmed by the flattery, all he saw was other people serving his senior brother, no matter where he saw his senior serving others, he was a little awkward to speak for a while: "Thank you, thank you senior brother, I, I will do it myself."

"I'll do it." Wei Shufang insisted, twisted another one and peeled it off, and then fed him. He heard his junior brother chewing and making a crackling sound, his eyes showed satisfaction. He wanted to do this a long time ago, and it was exactly as he imagined Same plot.

The two brothers and sisters were having a good time eating nuts, when suddenly Gu Zhan came over, he was holding a small bowl with two steamed buns in it, and some pickles in the bowl.

"Here." Gu Zhan directly handed the bowl to Chongming, "I went to the kitchen to find it. I have reheated the steamed buns. Eat them while they are hot. I know you must be hungry."

Chongming didn't answer: "I'm not hungry."

Gu Zhan looked like a child watching vexatious children, helplessly and tolerantly: "I blinked twice, lie, one thing is one thing, be obedient, eat quickly, are you still afraid that I will poison you?"

"Yes." Chongming nodded unceremoniously, his eyes were 12 full of sincerity, "You are my ex-fiancee's current boyfriend, of course I am afraid, what if I have diarrhea?"

Gu Zhan choked, his expression was not very good.

"I'm hungry." Wei Shufang said suddenly.

"Senior brother, are you hungry?" Chongming glanced at him, quickly took the bowl over, and smiled very politely, "Thank you." It was the complete opposite of the rejection just now.

Gu Zhan was speechless, he didn't know whether he was speechless or angry, he glanced at Wei Shufang coldly, turned and left under Chongming's slow-moving gaze.

Wei Shufang slowly peeled the shell, and said calmly, "Eat it."

Chongming was taken aback for a moment, then he reacted and laughed twice: "Thank you, brother!"

As time went by, the moon rose higher and higher. The tourists who had been chatting in full swing gradually became tired, but none of them left. They all took out bedding and blankets, and they seemed to be sleeping on the ground.

Chongming's biological clock was extremely accurate, and he began to yawn after ten o'clock, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Wei Shufang moved into the sofa and motioned him to lie down: "Go to sleep."

Chongming was extremely sleepy, he only hesitated for a second, then lay down, and fell asleep in less than three seconds.

Then he had a dream, and dreamed of the little girl again.

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