032. Village
In addition to carrying the luggage, Shang Changheng also took on the job of finding the way.
He led the two people backwards and turned into a downward fork in the road. Although the road was still overgrown with weeds, they went down all the way and soon saw a corner of a stone tablet exposed in the grass. Miao Yuan pushed aside the obstruction and saw three untidy words - Xiahe Village.
Going forward, the road is still blocked by weeds.
At this moment, the sky had darkened, and the setting sun was half-hidden by the mountain, with only a little red light shining through. Qingling looked at the deep path winding downwards, and suddenly he had a bad feeling in his heart.
"I think... there's something wrong with this road." Qing Ling tilted his head and thought about it, but couldn't tell what was wrong.
Just looking at this road gave him a creepy feeling.
Shang Changheng asked beside him: "What do you feel?"
"I don't know." Qing Ling frowned slightly. He was just a little scared.
People have the instinct to seek good and avoid danger. Whenever Qing Ling felt this way, he would retreat without hesitation. But this time, perhaps it was because Shang Changheng standing next to him gave him confidence. In the end, Qing Ling just shook his head and said, "Nothing, let's go."
Miao Yuan clutched his rosary and whispered, "I didn't feel anything either. This place is too quiet. You two, please be careful."
Shang Changheng was still in front and Miao Yuan was behind, protecting Qing Ling in the middle.
Qingling was actually very familiar with the feeling of Yin energy, which was a very cold breath, while Sha Qi was fierce and frightening. However, as Miaoyuan said, this path was actually very quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects and the rustling of grass by the wind.
The night quickly covered the last rays of sunshine. Qingling wanted to take out the candle he brought with him, so he called out, "Shang——"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Ling suddenly paused, and even stopped moving his feet.
In the deep and silent mountains, Shang Changheng, who had been walking in front of him, disappeared at some point. Qingling turned around and found that Miaoyuan was also missing. In an instant, the chirping of insects and rustling sounds disappeared, and he was the only one left on the dark mountain road.
Qingling suddenly regretted letting Shang Changheng carry all the packages. Originally it was a precautionary measure, but now it was useless.
He subconsciously touched the dragon pendant on his chest. There was still the remaining Yin energy of Shang Changheng on it. It was no longer warm jade in his hand, but cold ice.
Either stand there and wait for Shang Changheng to rescue him, or find a way to survive. Qing Ling chose to wait first, so he stood there motionless, while going over everything that had just happened in his mind.
He couldn't remember when he was brought here, but it was unbelievable that someone could kidnap him right under the noses of Miao Yuan and Shang Changheng. Or was it that what he saw now was not the truth? Just like how Shang Changheng dealt with the Qing family, the world in his eyes was already an illusion. It was possible that he kept moving forward, but in the end he was actually going around in circles.
Is it possible that Shang Changheng is right next to him, but he just can't see him?
Qing Ling thought so and called out tentatively: "Shang Changheng?"
In the silence without a single sound, even if it is your own voice that rings, it will feel strange and creepy.
No one responded.
Qing Ling was a little annoyed, but he always comforted himself. After all, he was alone now and everything was quiet around him. If a scary ghost with a green face and fangs appeared, it would be fatal. It was better to do it now.
Suddenly!
This deep mountain road suddenly came to an end. Qingling saw the light of one lamp after another in the distance, and the outline of the village gradually became clear in the lights. Qingling even saw a figure flash by in the distance.
This is even more terrifying than a deserted village.
Qing Ling was in a dilemma, and it was not clear whether to go forward or backward. At this moment, a pretty girl walked out of the village. She stood at the gate and waved at Qing Ling, saying loudly, "Why are you still standing outside? It's getting dark. Be careful of the wolves in the mountains who might take you away. Why don't you come back soon?"
Qing Ling certainly wouldn't go over there, and even took a step back, frowning and asking, "Who are you?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as this sentence came out, the face of the cute and lively girl suddenly changed. She still had the face of a living person, but her expression became numb and cold, and even surged with a trace of hostility. She asked in a stiff tone: "You are not from the village?"
Qingling's scalp numbed and he thought it was all over.
The girl continued to ask: "Are you not from the village?"
"You're not from this village?"
One sentence after another, and then another man came out of the yard, with the same wooden and indifferent figure, his face full of malice, and also asked the same question: "Are you not from the village?"
If this continued, it seemed that everyone in the village would come out to ask. The voices of the man and woman overlapped and intertwined. In a flash, Qing Ling calmed down and immediately said, "It's me. I'll be right back."
Sure enough, after he said that, the two people's expressions immediately returned to their normal state. The girl smiled and said, "Let's go, you haven't eaten yet after coming back so late, right? I've saved some food for you, come quickly."
Qing Ling had no choice but to take things one step at a time.
Following the two men into the yard, he didn't notice anything different. However, when he entered the house with the help of the light, he could see the man's appearance clearly and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
This man's features look quite familiar, and he resembles Qing Conglan and his wife. Could he be the young master of the second wife who has been away from home for a long time?
Qing Ling doesn't believe in coincidences, this is most likely Qing Wen Ze.
There were two plates of small stir-fried dishes on the simple little table. They didn't seem to be cold yet. The girl warmly set the table for him and said, "Come and eat."
Qing Ling didn't even know whether they were human or ghost, so how could he dare to eat the food here? But he was afraid that if he didn't eat, the two of them would behave like a fool, so he could only sit at the table, pretend to pick up the chopsticks, pick up the food and put it in the bowl, then looked up at Qing Wen Ze who was sitting silently on the side, and asked in a gentle voice: "Would you like to eat too?"
"I left this for you." Qing Wenze urged, "Eat it quickly."
Qingling didn't sense any Yin energy from these two people, but at the same time he didn't sense any other aura either. Unlike what he sees with his mortal eyes, Qingling's perception comes from the path of spiritual practice. Living people have Yang energy, but these two people have neither Yin nor Yang energy. If Qingling closes his eyes, it would be as if there is no one in front of him.
The knuckles of Qing Ling's hand holding the chopsticks turned white. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then asked, "How long have you been in the village?"
"Always here." The girl replied with a smile, "We have always been in the village, always here, we are the people of the village."
After saying that, she also urged: "Eat quickly, eat quickly."
Qing Ling reached out and pinched the jade on his chest calmly, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.
The other side.
The first person to discover that Qingling was missing was Shang Changheng. He and Qingling had a causal relationship and were also married. The moment Qingling disappeared, before Miaoyuan could react, Shang Changheng suddenly dropped the package and turned around, his face gloomy and full of hostility.
"Qingling!"
He called out, but no one answered.
Qingling disappeared right under his nose.
Miao Yuan was stunned and asked, "How could it be... Donor Qing's feeling was correct, but how was he taken away?"
"He hasn't been taken away." Shang Changheng turned around and looked at the road leading to the village with cold eyes, "Go forward, he's still here."
The man and the ghost walked along the mountain road and soon arrived at the village. The whole village was so dilapidated that it looked like no one had lived there for a long time. Miao Yuan pushed open the door of a courtyard and went in. The house was half collapsed and the courtyard was desolate and full of weeds. However, no one was found, not even a corpse.
I entered several yards in succession and it was the same all the time. There were no people or livestock, but there were no corpses either. It seemed as if all the people in the entire village had disappeared.
"Donor Shang." Miao Yuan's face was heavy. "You just said Donor Qing was not taken away, so where should he be?"
"He is right here." Shang Changheng unscrupulously used his Yin Qi to erode every corner of the village. "Something has separated him from us by some unknown means."
Miao Yuan was very anxious. There was no such thing as a barrier, otherwise he could just use his fists and feet. If it was a rainy day, he could even try to attract some lightning. But now all he could see were the ruins of a deserted village. He didn't know who to hit when he raised his fists.
Suddenly.
Shang Changheng felt a chilly wave, carrying the smell of blood and flesh.
But soon the thing shrank back up. At the same time, thick gray fog surrounded the deserted village and gradually eroded inward. Wherever the gray fog spread, another phantom appeared among the ruined houses. It was an intact house and yard, and even the oil lamp was lit.
He used his Yin energy to clear a path and forced that strange world out.
Found it.
Shang Changheng instantly caught Qingling's breath, and his figure disappeared immediately.
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Qing Ling, who was still in the village, put down his chopsticks and secretly chanted the soul-calming spell he had learned. He just didn't know whether the other party was a ghost or not, and he had no confidence in the results of his practice. But there was no other way at this time.
The two men were determined to make him eat the meal, and the more they were determined, the more inedible the meal became.
When the situation was tense, Qingling suddenly discovered that there was a double image in the house. In the intact house, there was a dilapidated scene, as if two houses were stacked on top of each other, but in completely different conditions.
The two men also instantly changed into cold and numb expressions. Qing Ling rushed out immediately when he saw that the situation was not good. He found that outside the door, a group of people were holding torches and staring at him coldly. Those eyes were full of malice and indifference. Qing Ling dodged to the side. The man and woman in the house also came out. The woman was holding a sickle and the man was holding an axe.
The villagers outside the yard also had sickles, hoes and other tools in their hands.
With nowhere to hide, Qing Ling gritted his teeth and was about to give it a try when he suddenly heard Shang Changheng's cold snort.
"You are a fool."
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