Damn it!

This face changes so quickly!

Sure enough, the power of money is strong, and money can make the devil work!

Su Wan looked back at Yang Fan with a smile, a smug look on her face. Yang Fan sighed inwardly, then walked up to the old man and asked, "Uncle, has Dongzhuang Village always been so deserted?"

"It's always been like this. The young people in the village have all gone to work in the city. The village only gets a little lively during the New Year and other festivals. Usually, it's us old people who stay in the village..."

After the old man finished speaking, he immediately took a hundred yuan from Su Wan's hand. Then, he looked at Yang Fan with anticipation, as if waiting for him to ask the second question.

"Has anything strange happened in Dongzhuang Village recently?" Yang Fan asked, touching his chin.

"There's nothing strange." The old man shook his head, then took another hundred yuan from Su Wan's hand.

"Whose family is the one who died in the mourning hall at the entrance of the village?" Yang Fan suddenly asked, staring straight into the old man's eyes.

"I don't know him." The old man shook his head again, then explained: "There is no such person in the village. Maybe he is a relative of someone's family?"

Damn it!

Don’t know?

Someone died in Dongzhuang Village and the funeral was underway, but this old man said he didn't know him?

This is obviously unreasonable!

If someone dies in the same village, the news will spread everywhere. How could this old man not know that person?

"Where is the person who is having a wedding at the end of the village? Do you know him?" Yang Fan asked quickly.

"I know him. He's Liu Dagui, the richest man in Dongzhuang Village. His son is getting married today. I heard the bride is still on the way, and it's estimated that it will take until midnight to bring her to Dongzhuang Village..."

Damn it!

Can I only take the bride home in the middle of the night?

Which idiot chose this auspicious time?

"Uncle, what I actually want to ask is, is it possible that your Dongzhuang Village is... haunted recently?" Yang Fan finally asked straight to the point.

When the old man heard this, he was obviously stunned for a moment. He quickly took a hundred yuan from Su Wan's hand and then said, "Every year, people in the village say there are ghosts. It's been going on for decades, and nothing has been seen!"

"Young man, I see you're an educated person, so how could you believe in ghost stories? Do young people these days really like to listen to ghost stories?"

Yang Fan: “…”?