Early in the morning, Sang Wan was awakened by the cry of the little general. The little general had not yet developed good defecation habits, so he was temporarily kept in a cage in the garden.

Sang Wan sat up, holding onto the bed railing, and opened the curtains with the remote control.

It was grey and foggy outside, with no sunlight.

"Is it going to rain heavily? The sky is so gloomy?"

Boom! As soon as Sang Wan finished speaking, a torrential rain came. The big raindrops hit the windows with a crackling sound. The strong wind blew up the gauze curtains, and the smell of mud quickly filled the house.

"Little Bird - come and help your mother close the window."

Sang Wan grabbed the railing and got out of bed, calling Sang Que. There was a sound of dishes colliding outside, but no one from Sang Que responded.

Sister Hong pointed the camera on her body at Huang Zhongyu and recorded his "performance".

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Sang Wan called Sang Que from behind, but only heard the sound of the door closing. Sang Wan lowered her head, looked at her weak legs, pounded them hard, and finally couldn't control her tears.

Sister Hong shook her head vigorously to indicate no.

Sang Wan got on a wheelchair and went outside. The room was dark and no lights were on. Sang Que's face could not be seen due to his hair being draped over his shoulders. He stood in front of the rice cooker with his back to her, not moving.

Sang Wan's heart trembled. This was not Sang Que, this was not her daughter.

Qi Xiao Miao was curious and wanted to touch it, but Huang Zhongyu stopped her and said, "Don't move. They must be offering sacrifices to the mountain god. Let's not offend them casually. Let's take a picture first. Fatty's Pork Shop is just in front. Sister Hong and I will go there. You guys will go over there later. July Photo Studio is at the intersection."

Boom! Thunder roared, and Sangque's hollow eyes suddenly regained their brilliance.

Sister Hong maintained her cool demeanor and stood outside the store, looking around.

At the entrance of the alley opposite, there was a shirtless fat man wearing rubber overalls, holding a bloody butcher knife. His neck was broken in half, his huge head was tilted, and he rushed towards Sister Hong with his eyes wide open and the bone-chopping knife raised.

Boom! Lightning pierced the darkness. Sang Wan turned to look at the dining table and his breath stopped.

*Four o'clock in the afternoon, outside Xujiawan Village.

The old man suddenly took out a red armband from his pocket and put it on in front of the four people. Their expressions immediately became extremely embarrassed.

Chop! Chop! Chop! The sudden chopping sound came from behind, especially loud in the abandoned village, echoing.

Huang Zhongyu hurriedly stopped recording. The cute girl next to him in short hot pants and a cat-ear headband on her head said to the old man with a smile, "Uncle, stop messing around. We are recording a program. Xujiawan Village is so weird that we dare not go in on the Ghost Festival. Why don't we take advantage of the fact that it is as cloudy as night and quickly record some footage and leave."

"What's wrong?" Huang Zhongyu poked his head out.

Sang Wan greeted him, but Sang Que didn't respond.

There was no light in those black and white eyes, they were empty and cold.

Sang Wan looked at the five bowls of rice on the table, swallowed, turned his wheelchair to find Sang Que, and asked for clarification.

Huang Zhongyu held the microphone and filmed the faded red sign of the pork shop while saying, "Friends, this is the location of the little-known dismemberment case in Xujiawan Village. The owner, Fatty Li, looks honest and kind. He feeds stray cats and dogs with pork scraps on weekdays. Neighbors say he is a good man."

Unlike the bustling square, the village was deathly silent behind the construction fence across the road.

"I understand!" Qi Xiaomiao answered energetically.

Sang Que paused in swinging the knife, dropped the doll with its eyes gouged out, stood up and slowly turned around to look at Sang Wan sitting in a wheelchair.

Sang Wan shuddered and got goose bumps all over his body, feeling that something was wrong with Sang Que.

Sister Hong followed Huang Zhongyu and watched him lift the rolling shutter door and go in. She was about to follow him when suddenly a cat meowed and a black cat jumped out from the side. Sister Hong screamed and stepped back, almost getting scratched.

Seeing her mother in shock, Sang Que's panic became increasingly difficult to control.

"But! You can never know a person's heart from his appearance. Fatty Li is actually a child molester and a cat abuser. Fortunately, he was discovered and reported by a caring old lady. Who would have known that Fatty Li would brutally kill this caring old lady in revenge, cut her into pieces like pork and hung her in the store, and then slit his throat in his pork shop."

The girl with short hair, cat ears, T-shirt and hot pants, and a lively and cheerful personality is Qi Xiaomiao.

Sang Wan pulled the wheelchair control lever in fear, but the wheelchair did not move at all. She could only watch Sang Que getting closer and closer, with the tip of the knife flashing coldly.

"Xiao Que, are you going to make breakfast for mom today?"

Sangque went back to the house, got some things, and ran away.

She hasn't learned to control Guichou yet, but Guichou has already started to control her?

Huang Zhongyu and Sister Hong's hair stood on end instantly. They looked at each other, trying to confirm whether it was arranged by the other.

"Young man, this place is off-limits now. Do you want to leave on your own, or do you want me to call the police to escort you?"

"Zhongyu!"

"Little bird!"

The pork shop was shabby and messy, with the typical layout of a pork shop, an abandoned refrigerator, hooks on the wall for hanging pork, an oversized meat chopping table, a sink covered with black stains, and a moldy and smelly mop.

After the discussion, the four of them entered Xujiawan Village together and passed through the ruins in front that had not been demolished.

"I...I'm going out for a while!"

In the dim room, Sang Que sat on the ground with her back to the door. Various dolls were scattered around her. She kept swinging the knife, breaking the dolls into pieces.

Huang Zhongyu pointed a direction to Qi Xiaomao and Zhang Da Kui, and took Sister Hong to the door of the Fat Man’s Pork Shop in front.

Zhang Da Kui immediately took off his sports jacket and put it on Qi Xiao Miao, already getting into his role.

Four young people, two men and two women, stood in front of a mobile phone stand used for live broadcast, with their backs to Xujiawan Village, and greeted the camera.

"Sister Hong and I will mainly go to the Fushou Paper Shop, Fatty's Pork Shop, and Kangmin Clinic. Xiao Miao, you and Da Kui continue to hype up the loli and the macho CP, and go to July Photo Studio, Qiaoyi's Tailor Shop, and Brothers Watch Shop. Create some scary spots as appropriate. We have to get out before eight o'clock, and be careful of that old man."

In the square of the exhibition center, a few old men gathered in a corner playing chess, a few children were chasing and playing with each other, and a group of old ladies dragged speakers and occupied the venue to start square dancing.

Qi Xiaomao rubbed his arms and looked around. There was no fog outside, but as soon as he entered the village, the fog became thicker and thicker. It was not hot and stuffy, but rather damp and cold.

But Huang Zhongyu was just courting death. With such a good opportunity, if he could capture something, becoming a broadcaster with millions of fans would not be a dream! Huang Zhongyu ignored Sister Hong's attempts to stop him and returned to the pork shop.

There was also a muscular man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a crew cut, wearing clothes with the words "Red Sun Fitness Center" printed on them, holding a crowbar and grinning, his name was Zhang Da Kui.

After recording the opening remarks, the four people checked their portable video recorders.

Screams broke through the sky.

"Go back and take a look?" Huang Zhongyu asked Sister Hong.

The surrounding area is full of old and greasy street shops, with shabby tables, chairs and benches covered with faded tarpaulins piled in the corners, and the walls are covered with advertisements for certificate applications.

No matter what the situation, Sang Que could control herself and stay calm, but at this moment, she couldn't suppress her fear and terror.

The cool woman next to her with long black curly hair, big red lips and wearing a retro red dress is Sister Hong.

There were five bowls of rice sticking out of the round dining table, with a pair of chopsticks sticking straight into each bowl of rice. The stools were pulled away, as if someone was sitting at the table eating.

"Little bird?"

In front of the deserted ruins, Huang Zhongyu resumed recording, introducing them one by one as the 'Four Heavenly Kings of Ghost Hunting'.

"...See? This is probably where the bodies were dismembered. Imagine a fat man with a bare chest wearing black rubber overalls, holding a kitchen knife, and smashing them again and again..."

"What a thick fog~ A-choo~ It's so cold and gloomy~"

Huang Zhongyu hurriedly apologized with a smile, "Uncle, when I came here a few days ago, no one was in charge. Why are you suddenly not allowed in? Did something happen inside?"

She clearly locked the door, why would she...

Sister Hong was shouting outside in panic, but there was no sound from inside.

When they walked over, they found three bowls at the intersection, which contained steamed buns, roast chicken and fruit respectively. They were surrounded by bricks in a circle, and there was wax left by burning red candles on both sides.

Huang Zhongyu said to the others, "Xujiawan Village was originally called Shanshen Village. Every year around the Ghost Festival, there are strange sacrificial ceremonies. Perhaps today is the day for the ceremony. Let's form groups of two and see if we can capture anything. If not, we can stick to the original plan."

"Meow, I'll give you my coat."

The ground in front of the pork shop was covered in thick oil, and a pungent odor emanated from the sewer. The rolling door was half open, and there were handprints left by rubbing off dust at the door opening. It seemed that someone had been here not long ago.

Sister Hong was still in shock, "It's okay, it's just a black cat."

"The reason why this shop has been preserved until now is, firstly, because someone died there and no one dared to rent it anymore. Secondly, many people said that they had seen the ghost of the fat man appear in the pork shop. They also said that anyone who stepped into the pork shop would be chased by the ghost of the fat man. Of course, this is all feudal superstition. Our ghost exploration is to dispel these deceptive legends. Now I will take you in to have a look."

"Xiao Que!!" Sang Wan closed her eyes and shouted, and the tip of the knife stopped in front of her.

There was really nothing in the shop, so after the two of them had taken enough photos, they came out of the shop and prepared to go to the Fu Shou paper-making shop in front.

Sang Que raised the knife in his hand little by little and approached Sang Wan step by step.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and cold wind blew in from the half-open window, making Sangque's long hair disheveled, exuding an eerie and strange atmosphere.

Just as Sang Wan opened Sang Que's door a crack, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon scratching cloth from inside. Sang Wan was horrified and slowly opened the door a little bit.

A cold wind blew on the back of her neck, and Sister Hong got goose bumps all over her body. She saw someone behind her out of the corner of her eye, and she turned around suddenly.

Sister Hong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "It rained this morning, and the humidity is high. It's normal for fog to form in the hot summer. Xujiawan Village is on the shady side of Longjiliang Mountain, so it's normal for it to be cold."

The old man was furious, "Go! Don't ask about things that you shouldn't ask about. Go, go, go!" The old man drove them away, and the four had to leave in disappointment. However, they would not miss this good opportunity today. They waited for the old man to inspect somewhere else, and then found another gap in the fence and slipped into the village.

Woof woof! Woof woof woof!

Passing through the ruins in front, the four people walked onto the main street of Xujiawan Village. The mist was flowing in wisps, emitting a strange green color. The footsteps of the four people echoed in the deserted village.

Zhang Da Kui was hitting the crowbar in his hand. The 1.8-meter-tall sturdy man and the 1.5-meter-tall Qi Xiaomao stood together, giving them a very two-dimensional CP feeling.

Tear...tear...

Seeing his mother in front of him with a pale face and trembling body, and then looking at the knife in his hand pointed at his mother, and the dolls around him that were torn into pieces, Sang Que trembled all over, and was so scared that he dropped the kitchen knife and stepped back.

"ah--"

"Look what that is?" Qi Xiaomao pointed to the intersection ahead.

Unexpectedly, as Huang Zhongyu stepped into the pork shop, the rolling shutter door suddenly slammed down, locking him inside.

An old man who was watching nearby, with his hands behind his back, couldn't help but interrupt Huang Zhongyu.

The little general was still barking, and Sang Wan guessed that he was frightened by the thunder.

"Young man, today is August 13, not August 18, which is the Ghost Festival. And it's 4pm now, not 8pm. What are you doing?"

Sang Que looked at the door of his room. It was not damaged by violence and he went out through the door normally.

Sang Wan's hair stood on end, but he couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Que?"

Sang Que still kept her head down. She grabbed a long kitchen knife, walked past Sang Wan without saying a word, entered her own room and closed the door.

The sky was gloomy and dark.

In the square opposite Xujiawan Village, old men were playing chess, children were having fun, and a group of middle-aged women were turning on the speakers and dancing cheerfully in the square. It was as peaceful as ever.

laugh--

The bus arrived at the station and opened its doors. Sang Que, wearing a black sportswear, carrying a box containing a hunting bow and pulling his baseball cap down, got off the bus and looked towards the cloudy Xujiawan Village opposite.

Have you ever seen an author who adds free chapters when the book is about to be released? Today you have seen it, it is me! I updated two chapters today, with more than 6,800 words, as a thank you to all the dears for the tips and monthly tickets during the free period of the new book. The free period of the new book ends here. After the book is released on April 1st, I will start calculating the tips and monthly tickets again. Currently, there is one leader and I owe 3 chapters.

See you tomorrow, darlings~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)