Chapter 745 Statue

The tall boy blushed: "Vulgar, don't you see there are so many girls here? Why do you drive on such a lousy road?"

"You said that yourself, how could I drive?"

While the two were arguing, Fang Ye looked back and saw four or five figures still standing at the entrance of the village, motionless, like clay sculptures or wooden sculptures.

Strange, don't the village chief and his friends have to go home?

Curious, Fang Ye subconsciously activated the Eagle Eye Technique, and after seeing the figures clearly, he was dumbfounded.

These figures were not the village chief and his friends at all, but four painted Buddha statues surrounding a statue of a demon!

The Buddha statues were glaring with wide eyes, holding swords, spears and other weapons in their hands, while the evil spirit statues had heavy iron chains around their necks, and looked ferocious, as if they were struggling to break free from their restraints!

In the increasingly dim environment, these five lifelike clay statues gave people a creepy feeling, especially against the background of the giant monkey tree, they all seemed to be alive...

Fang Ye couldn't help but pat Song Mutica's shoulders, and then whispered: "When did you put up five statues at the entrance of your village? Why didn't I see them when I came in just now?"

"Statues? What statues?" Song Mutica asked with a puzzled look.

"Four Buddha statues and one evil spirit statue. If you don't believe me, look for yourself." Fang Ye turned around and pointed.

Song Mutica said unhappily, "Do you think I have clairvoyance? This place is so far from the village entrance, and the light is so dim, it's strange that I can see it!"

"Then why don't we go back and have a look?" Fang Ye remembered that he didn't have the blessing of the Eagle Eye Technique, so he had to smile.

"Tomorrow, it will be dark soon, and it's dangerous to stay outside." Song Mutica rolled his eyes at him, "You said you would listen to me, did you forget so quickly?"

"No, no, let's have a look tomorrow." Fang Ye had to give up this idea and followed her obediently.

After walking another two hundred meters, Song Muticha finally said, "We're here. This is my stepfather's house."

Everyone looked up and saw a lonely three-story bamboo building in front of them. The second and third floors were all dark, and only the first floor was lit with a dim light, which was probably an oil lamp.

A small courtyard was surrounded by two-meter-high bamboo tubes outside the building. Song Muticha slammed the wooden door hard, shouting in the local dialect.

"I'm coming!"

Not long after, a woman who looked to be in her early thirties came out of the building. She was wearing a traditional long skirt with local characteristics. Although her face was still charming, she looked a little haggard, but she didn't have sunken eyes like other villagers. Song Muticha's shadow could be seen faintly between her eyebrows.

"Song, why are you back?"

the woman said in surprise.

"Mom, I'm here with my friends for a trip," Song Mutica replied in Chinese, "They are all Chinese, friends I met in Pattaya."

"So that's how it is, it's getting dark, everyone come in!" the woman greeted in relatively stiff Chinese.

"Hello, Auntie!"

"Hello, Auntie!"

The others quickly responded.

"I worked in a restaurant in Manggu when I was young, but I don't speak Chinese very well!" The woman smiled, "My house is simple, and I may not be able to entertain you well, please forgive me!" "

You are too polite, auntie." Fang Ye smiled, "This house is no different from a five-star hotel for us. By the way, is your uncle not at home?"

The tall boy blushed, "Vulgar, don't you see there are so many girls here? You have to drive on such a broken road?"

"You said it yourself, how could I drive?"

Just when the two were arguing, Fang Ye looked back inadvertently, and saw four or five figures still standing at the entrance of the village, motionless, as if

they were clay sculptures or wooden sculptures. Strange, don't the village chief and his friends have to go home?

Curious, Fang Ye subconsciously activated the Eagle Eye Technique, and after seeing the figures clearly, he was dumbfounded.

These figures were not the village chief and his companions at all, but four painted Buddha statues surrounding a statue of a demon!

The Buddha statues had angry eyes and held swords, spears and other weapons in their hands, while the demon statue had heavy iron chains around its neck, and looked ferocious, as if it was struggling to break free from the restraints!

In the increasingly dim environment, these five lifelike clay statues gave people a creepy feeling, especially against the background of the giant monkey tree, they all seemed to be alive...

Fang Ye couldn't help but pat Song Mutica's shoulders, and then whispered: "When did you put up five statues at the entrance of your village? Why didn't I see them when I came in just now?"

"Statues? What statues?" Song Mutica asked with a puzzled look.

"Four Buddha statues and one evil ghost statue. If you don't believe me, look for yourself." Fang Ye turned around and pointed.

Song Mutica said unhappily: "Do you think I have clairvoyance? This is so far from the entrance of the village, and the light is dim. It's strange that I can see it!"

"Then why don't we go back and take a look?" Fang Ye remembered that he didn't have the blessing of the Eagle Eye Technique, so he had to smile awkwardly.

"Tomorrow, it will be dark soon, and it's dangerous to stay outside." Song Muticha rolled his eyes at him, "You said you would listen to me, did you forget so quickly?"

"No, no, let's see tomorrow." Fang Ye had to give up this idea and followed her obediently.

After walking more than 200 meters forward, Song Muticha finally said, "We're here, this is my stepfather's house."

Everyone looked up and saw a lonely three-story bamboo building in front of them. The second and third floors were all dark, and only the first floor was lit with a dim light, which was probably an oil lamp or something.

Outside the building, a small courtyard was surrounded by two-meter-high bamboo tubes. Song Muticha banged on the wooden door hard, shouting in the Chinese language while banging.

"I'm here!"

Not long after, a woman who looked to be in her early thirties came out of the building. She was wearing a traditional long dress with local characteristics. Although her face was still charming, she looked a little haggard, but she didn't have sunken eyes like other villagers. The shadow of Song Mutica could be seen between her eyebrows.

"Song, why are you back?"

The woman said with a look of surprise.

"Mom, I'm here to travel with my friends." Song Mutica replied in Chinese, "They are all Chinese, friends I met in Pattaya."

"So that's what's going on. It's getting dark. Everyone, come in!" The woman greeted them in a relatively stiff Chinese.

"Hello, Auntie!"

"Hello, Auntie!"

The others quickly responded.

"I worked in a restaurant in Manggu when I was young, but I don't speak Chinese very well!" The woman smiled, "My house is simple, and I may not be able to entertain you well. Please forgive me!"

"You're too polite, Auntie." Fang Ye smiled, "This house is no different from a five-star hotel for us. By the way, is your uncle not at home?"

After hearing the second half of the sentence, the smile on the woman's face suddenly disappeared. She was stunned for a few seconds, and then said quietly, "He is at home, but he is staying in the attic. I'm afraid he can't come down to meet guests."

Attic? ? ?

Fang Ye and Song Mutica were both stunned, because they both knew what staying in that place meant...