Dongzhuang Village.
Behind an abandoned house.
Yang Fan and Xie Zhongxiang stood facing each other, both with solemn expressions on their faces.
After a moment, Yang Fan touched his chin and asked, "Boss Xie, I'm not sure what you mean by 'talent show'? Could it be that Dongzhuang Village is hosting some kind of talent show?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhongxiang's expression instantly turned ugly. He glared at Yang Fan and said, "It's best not to ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Sometimes curiosity kills the cat!"
"Thank you, Boss..."
"Alright! I thought you and I were the same kind of people, but since we're not... then there's no need for me to waste my time with you!"
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Just as Yang Fan and Xie Zhongxiang were talking, a cough suddenly came from behind them.
The voice seemed to be very close, almost sticking to my body, and the voice was weak and powerless, as if I was terminally ill.
"who?"
Xie Zhongxiang was instantly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. He looked back but saw nothing.
Yang Fan also turned around, but from the direction where the sound came from, he only saw the old wooden house next to him!
This wooden house looked like it had been abandoned for many years. Most of the tiles on the roof had collapsed, and half of the door panel was missing. The house was dark and damp, and even poultry and wild dogs probably wouldn't want to hide in it.
"I can't be so unlucky, right?" Xie Zhongxiang muttered to himself, his face turning pale.
Yang Fan's eyes moved slightly, and he strode over and kicked open the door of the wooden house.
"Bang!"
After a muffled sound, the door panel of the wooden house cracked and fell to the ground, and everything in the house appeared before his eyes.
It's empty!
There was nothing inside except weeds!
There wasn't even a ghost!
"Huh? No one? Was it a ghost coughing just now?" Yang Fan's face became a little serious.
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhongxiang's face seemed to turn even paler. He trembled and said, "Little brother, do you also believe that ghosts exist in this world?"
Yang Fan glanced at Xie Zhongxiang with dissatisfaction, then asked the same question again: "Boss Xie, what exactly are you hiding? What exactly is this 'draft'?"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you these things, otherwise I'll be in trouble... Well, I advise you to leave this village as soon as possible. Be careful, you might encounter some unclean things!"
Xie Zhongxiang seemed to feel that the area was not safe, so after saying this, he immediately left in a hurry.
…
It was completely dark.
After Yang Fan and Su Wan walked around the village, they did not find anything unusual.
Everything is very calm.
But this calmness made Yang Fan feel more and more uneasy.
The ghostly aura in the air, the inescapable Dongzhuang Village, the weddings and funerals in the village, the talent show mentioned by Xie Zhongxiang... all of these have shrouded the entire village in a mysterious and weird atmosphere.
There must be something unusual here, maybe it’s just not discovered yet!
Do you want to ask someone about the situation?
Before they knew it, Yang Fan and Su Wan had reached the back of the village and saw an old man in his early sixties tending to his vegetable garden.
So Yang Fan walked over and said hello: "Uncle, are you still growing vegetables?"
The old man looked back at Yang Fan, then continued to busy himself with his own things, seemingly unwilling to pay attention to others.
"Uncle, I'm visiting from the city. I want to ask you, why does this village seem deserted? There's a funeral at the entrance, but a wedding at the end. What happened?"
"Get lost!" the old man replied in an unfriendly manner.
Yang Fan: “…”
The atmosphere is a bit awkward!
I didn't expect this old man to be so unfriendly. Isn't it said that you shouldn't hit someone who smiles? I'm smiling so brightly, can't you be a little more friendly?
Yang Fan's mouth twitched, and then he continued patiently, "Uncle, do you know how the man at the village entrance died? He was so young and handsome, it's a pity to die like this..."
"roll!"
The old man spoke very clearly, and a simple word "滚" was steady and powerful, as if it had been tempered a thousand times.
"Uncle, can't you speak properly? Is this the only word you can say?" Yang Fan's eyelids twitched violently.
"You little brats, can't you see I'm busy? Get out of the way now and don't disturb me while I'm working!"
The old man looked at Yang Fan with his eyes slanted. His attitude was not only unfriendly, but extremely bad.
Damn it!
If a tiger doesn't show its power, do you really think I'm a sick cat?
“Swish!”
Yang Fan rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to lose his temper, but at this moment, Su Wan, who was standing beside him, quickly grabbed his arm.
"Honey, don't be impulsive. Let me handle this matter." Su Wan looked at Yang Fan with a smile, then walked straight to the old man.
“Swish!”
Su Wan took out a stack of banknotes from her bag and said to the old man, "Uncle, as long as you answer a question for me, I will give you a hundred yuan, how about it?"
The old man was slightly startled when he heard this, then he dropped the seedlings in his hand, and then nodded and said to Su Wan: "Hey! Little girl, you are really promising. Just ask whatever you want to ask. There is nothing in Dongzhuang Village that I don't know!"
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