Chapter 266: Strange Village Survival Guide 1

Mingnan could accept this wish.

Before she even opened her eyes, she felt someone shaking her arm.

"Nannan, Nannan, what's wrong with you? Wake up, don't scare me!"

It felt like if she didn't wake up, the people around her would cry to death for her in the next second.

"I'm fine."

Mingnan opened his eyes, brushed away the other person's arm, and looked carefully. Next to her sat a pretty girl wearing a burgundy short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts. Her long hair was tied back, revealing a pair of big clear eyes, which were now sparkling with tears and looked pitiful.

She is the heroine of this novel, the original owner’s best friend—An Jiale.

"I'm glad you're okay. Get out of the car and help."

The couple sitting together in front glanced at them.

Mingnan unbuckled his seat belt, rubbed the uncomfortable part, patted An Jiale's shoulder, and said in a lifeless tone: "Get out of the car."

An Jiale followed her closely and asked worriedly, "Are you really okay? Your tone doesn't seem right."

Who would have a good tone if they knew they were about to enter a haunted village?

Mingnan sighed silently and got out of the slightly deformed car door.

The sounds outside suddenly became clear.

The rain had not stopped yet, and it was crackling on the leaves and grass. Lead clouds were piled up in the sky, forming a thick layer, covering the surroundings with darkness. The colors of people's clothes seemed shockingly bright, and there was an eerie beauty.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but Mingnan feels that the wind is blowing with a bit of gloomy energy.

Her arm suddenly tightened, and the cool touch gave her a sudden chill.

Mingnan swallowed the cry of surprise that almost burst out of his mouth, lowered his head stiffly, and found that the person who was holding him was An Jiale.

She said helplessly: "Ancestor, what's wrong?"

An Jiale held her with one hand and held the phone in the other hand and asked anxiously: "Nannan, my phone has no signal, what about yours?"

Mingnan shook her hand off inconspicuously, took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, unlocked it while shielding his hand from the rain, and checked the time to find that it was only two o'clock in the afternoon.

With this kind of sky, if you don’t know, you would think it’s night.

Not surprisingly, her cell phone had no signal and only 62 percent battery left.

An Jiale muttered after seeing this: "You have no signal either... Oh, I guess everyone is the same, this is bad."

The driver walked around the front of the car, wiped the water off his face, and said solemnly: "The car is seriously damaged. We can't move."

The driver was Zhou Youhe, a middle-aged man in his forties, very tall and thin. They all called him Lao Zhou.

"What should we do? There's no village or shop nearby. Will it help to call the police?" The couple who had been sitting in front of Mingnan huddled together and sent a message for help on their cell phones.

But I don’t know whether it has been sent out, and I don’t know when the rescuers will arrive.

"Are we just going to wait here? There are mountains all around here. Will there be wild animals at night?"

A girl in a grey sportswear came out from the rear of the car. She had short hair and bangs that were a little long covering her eyes. She looked very introverted and spoke in a low voice.

Mingnan recalled that everyone introduced themselves when they got on the bus. Her name seemed to be Lin Jing?

Her words reminded An Jiale, who turned pale with fright.

"Yeah, if there are wild boars or tigers, we won't die here, right?"

"Not really. Don't say such sad words."

The driver, Lao Zhou, rubbed his face again, fished out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his washed-out jeans, took out a cigarette and subconsciously wanted to smoke it, but after thinking about it, he put it away, biting the butt of the cigarette and holding it in his mouth, mumbling, "There are three more guys going to find a way out. Let's discuss it when they come back."

As soon as the words fell, a vibrant voice rang out - "We are back!"

Mingnan looked over and thought inappropriately, this man has such a strong internal energy, so his yang energy should also be strong, right?

205 seemed to be triggered by the keyword and started laughing.

Mingnan pretended not to hear.

Under the dark sky, ancient trees stood tall and densely packed together, and three tall shadows were approaching from afar.

The one walking in front was a very muscular and handsome guy wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and overalls, and a pair of white sneakers. The sneakers were now covered in mud and their original appearance could no longer be recognized.

He frowned, obviously in a bad mood.

Mingnan narrowed his eyes. This was the male protagonist Yan Zhen.

There were two people walking side by side behind him. The one on the left was called Gao Shuangbin, a lively young man about 180cm tall with fluffy short curly hair.

The handsome guy on the right is called Jiang Man, and he is about the same height as Yan Zhen, probably over 185cm tall. He is wearing a loose, colorful shirt with big flowers printed on it, and his hem is tucked into a pair of straight jeans, which makes his legs look extremely long.

Noticing Mingnan's gaze, Jiang Man turned his head and looked over, his eyes moving slightly.

A familiar throbbing arose deep in Mingnan's soul.

However, the eye contact only lasted for two seconds before Jiang Man looked away.

"Uncle Zhou, we went for a walk in the woods, but there was no road at all. We couldn't get through." Gao Shuangbin said as he wiped the rain off his face.

"ah?"

Everyone couldn't help but wail. Zhang Yan, the girl in the couple, sighed, "What should we do?"

"The weather forecast says there will be heavy rain today. It looks like it will continue to rain. I'm afraid we won't be able to get rescued today."

Yan Zhen was relatively calm. He stood among the crowd, looked at Lao Zhou, and said in a deep voice:

"Uncle Zhou, you are familiar with this area. Do you know where we can stay?"

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Lao Zhou.

Lao Zhou picked up the cigarette irritably, holding it in his hand and twisting it back and forth, "There's no place to stay in this damn place..."

He paused as he spoke, his expression somewhat subtle.

Gao Shuangbin caught it quickly and asked immediately, "Really? Uncle Zhou, haven't you been driving here for several years? Haven't you heard of it?"

Lao Zhou grabbed his short hair and frowned as he said, "Indeed there is, but that place is too remote. I have never been there, so I am not sure if it still exists."

"Where?" Li Yiming, the male member of the couple, was annoyed by his hesitant attitude and raised his voice, "You promised us that you would take us to the station before we got on the train. Now that something has happened, you have to take responsibility!"

Zhang Yan pulled him aside and glared at him disapprovingly.

Li Yiming pushed her arms away and put his hands on his hips impatiently.

Old Zhou was also a little impatient, and said unhappily: "That place is called Luoyang Village. I heard it is in the mountain nest ahead. We can get there in about an hour if we go there from here."

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go."

Li Yiming turned around and took his bag out of the van.

An Jiale observed Lao Zhou's expression and asked hesitantly, "Is there something wrong with the village? Xenophobia?"

"Not really, it's just not very peaceful." Lao Zhou said vaguely.

Mingnan pursed his lips. It was more than just unrest, it was simply like a disco.

But they had no choice at the moment and the message for help was not sent out at all.

Moreover, there were mudslides in the mountains in front and behind that blocked the road, so there was no other way to go. It would take a week before traffic could resume.

She shut up resignedly and listened to the discussion. In the end, everyone decided to go to Luoyang Village to try their luck.