Yan Jiu's brows furrowed.
The story is probably more than that.
She saw an ethereal and noble air about Mengniang, who stopped the carriage; such qualities were not something a villager should possess.
She was increasingly curious about Zhushan Village, a small bamboo mountain village, because so many strange things had happened there.
The higher we went up the mountain.
The road gets narrower.
The vehicle is no longer drivable.
Yan Jiu asked, "Who will stay and watch the car?"
Huang Xiaoqiang raised his hand: "I'm more familiar with the mountains, so I'll stay."
Yan Jiu nodded.
The group walked towards Zhushan Village.
Why is the driver so familiar with the mountains?
[Every village has a simple-minded village guardian; could this Dream Maiden be one?]
【555, I don't want to get off the bus!】
Here comes the law of horror stories: the protagonist and his companions must get off the vehicle and walk to their hideout, encountering various dangers along the way. In the end, only the protagonist will see the sun rise again.
Yes, the fear immediately kicked in.
[Place your bet now! I'm rooting for Jiu Ye as the protagonist and the sole survivor! Ah, I'm not crazy, don't drag me to a mental hospital!]
Are you all paranoid with fear...?
The night was pitch black.
A cool breeze swept through the bamboo-covered mountains.
It brushes against the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound.
The occasional howling wind brought a chill, much like a wild beast roaring in the darkness.
Yan Jiu was unaware that the live stream viewers had already started betting on how far they would safely reach.
My phone was about to run out of battery.
Yan Jiu ended the live stream despite the netizens' objections.
At that time.
Wan Ying's father led the way, walking at the front: "We'll see our village in a few more steps. Be careful, there are animal traps on the mountain, buried near some old bamboo."
She Liang walked along casually.
He saw the bear trap and even deliberately stepped on it, then, being a rascal, he managed to clutch his foot and howl in pain.
Wan Ying's father: "..."
Sudden.
Yan Jiu smiled and said, "It takes half a day to drive from here to our funeral home. It's such a long journey. The old lady went through so much trouble. Wan Ying would be very happy if she knew this in the afterlife."
As soon as he finished speaking...
Wan Ying's father paused.
His right hand instinctively reached for the hot talisman in his pocket, his whole body tense as if a bowstring had been drawn taut.
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