"Heh, ordinary villagers farm to eat, but look at those villagers, they stew human flesh to eat every night, what's the point of farming?"

Li Huai chuckled coldly twice and said without looking up.

"Yes, and these villagers, do they look like they know how to do business? How can they even sell the grain they grow?"

Luo Tianhe also spoke up.

I rubbed my chin. Something's not right. According to the old man, these villagers are normal during the day. So what do they do if they're not farming?

You can't just wander around every day.

Moreover, the food that Wang Fugui and the others gave us during the day was probably normal food, so they should still have some grains.

Why didn't I see anyone working in the fields today?

But I soon understood, because when we passed the small threshing ground in the center of the village, we unexpectedly found a large number of people gathered there.

From a distance, the villagers, all dressed in dark-colored clothes, stood quietly huddled together, looking particularly eerie and giving me the creeps.

"What are they doing? Having a morning meeting? I remember there were morning meetings at Luo Tianhe's bar too."

Li Huai, that kid, actually believed the old man's words quite a bit, thinking that nothing would happen during the day, and even had the mood to make jokes.

"Get lost! Do these villagers look like they're going to have a morning meeting? Look at those people in the middle, they're all dressed in mourning clothes, they're probably holding a funeral."

I cursed in annoyance, then pointed at the people in the middle and said...

"Holding a funeral? Whose funeral? The one who was eaten yesterday?"

Luo Tianhe was puzzled. They ate people, yet they still held funerals and cleaned up the mess?

The three of us felt a little apprehensive and instinctively wanted to go around it, but our curiosity made us slow down and look in that direction.

But we soon regretted it, because we saw a familiar figure – it was Wang Fugui!

He noticed us too, and with a sorrowful expression on his face, he quickly walked over.

"You three guests are up very early."

His voice wasn't as energetic as it was yesterday noon; it sounded dry, as if he hadn't fully recovered from last night's performance.

"Where did you all go this morning? Why were all three of you gone when I woke up?"

My lips twitched. "Where did we go?"

We were chased around everywhere by you guys last night, no wonder we dared not go back.

But of course we can't say that. I thought for a moment and then casually said:

“I don’t have the habit of going to the toilet in the morning. Your outhouse is too small to accommodate three people at the same time, so we simply went outside to find an open space to take care of it.”

According to the old man, these villagers were quite stupid, since he pretended to be lame and ran around like the wind every day, and the villagers couldn't even react.

"Oh, I see."

Wang Fugui indeed didn't notice anything unusual. He was referring to the crowd gathered over there, and their voices seemed somewhat sad.

"Someone in the village passed away last night, Li Laosi. Alas, he accidentally fell into a ditch while walking at night and couldn't be saved."

Li Laosi? The three of us exchanged glances, completely unfamiliar with the name.

At this point, Wang Fugui sighed again and continued in his monotone voice:

“We’re all from the same village. Since the three of you have met, it must be fate. Come and offer some incense to send him off, so that his departure will be a little more lively.”

What he said makes perfect sense. In such a secluded village, it is only natural for outsiders to express their condolences when a funeral is held.

Moreover, in such villages, funerals are usually celebrated with joy, and the more people there are, the more lively the better, so that the deceased will not be alone on the road.

What Wang Fugui said was flawless, but we know that the eeriness of this ghost village cannot be judged by common sense.

"Yes, we'd like to see him off, but we have other things to do, so we won't bother him any longer."

I waved my hand and declined.

“What could he possibly be busy with? There’s no rush. Li Laosi loves excitement. You guys see him off.”

At this moment, Wang Fugui was unusually persistent and not easy to talk to. His empty eyes stared straight at me, with an air of unyielding authority.

We froze on the spot, unsure of what to do.

I held the yellow talisman in my hand, pondering whether or not to make a move.

Wang Fugui continued talking.

"Just one look is enough, that's all I need. Otherwise, Li Laosi won't be able to leave this world in peace..."

His last sentence carried a strange emphasis, leaving me somewhat puzzled.

At the same time, I noticed that the villagers around us also looked up and silently stared at us as he spoke.

My face immediately darkened, and I felt an invisible pressure.

This doesn't match what the old man said. Didn't he say they were perfectly normal during the day? What normal person would force outsiders to attend a funeral?

Seeing this, Li Huai tugged at my sleeve and whispered something to me.

"A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Something's not right. Why don't we show ourselves and then find a chance to leave the funeral?"

Looking at the villagers who had gathered around me, I knew that if I forced my way through, it would likely escalate the conflict.

With so many villagers, even if they had no other abilities, just their numbers alone could have easily beaten us to death.

Although they seem more normal during the day than at night, nobody knows where the line is, and who knows what they might do if I don't refuse.

"Alright, let's go offer incense and send him off."

I could only reluctantly agree, but Wang Fugui seemed completely oblivious to the resistance in my tone, and gave me a hard smile.

Then he stepped aside to make way for her.

The three of us had no choice but to grit our teeth and walk towards the center of the threshing ground under the silent gaze of many villagers.

"Damn it, weren't they supposed to be normal during the day? Why are these villagers looking at me so strangely!"

Li Huai was clearly a little nervous and couldn't help but whisper to me.

"How should I know? Things seem to be getting out of control. I guess he's never seen anything like this before."

I responded in a low voice.

As we got closer to the corpse, I thought I could smell a faint stench of decay.

The incense they made us burn seemed to be related to a corpse?

I pondered this, after all, if the dead were cooked and eaten by them, at most they would just be a pile of bones, not possibly emitting the stench of corpses.

So what exactly are they asking us to worship?

For a moment, I couldn't help but become curious.

Even the extremely disgusting stench was subconsciously ignored by me.

As I quickened my pace, I gradually approached the corpse covered with a white sheet.

Suddenly, my heart started racing, and a possibility came to mind.