"His cousin... Have you really thought it through?" Yang Guan's voice slightly fell.
"There's no question of having thought it through or not; it's just like how everyone chooses differently." My tone was much calmer, and I wasn't as cold towards Yang Guan, after all, as he would need to find Sun Dahai later.
After a few seconds of quiet, Yang Guan told me an address and said to follow the road eastward, and I would see the abandoned old village.
"Alright, Mr. Yang, to avoid unnecessary casualties, you can inform the people following me to leave," I added.
"Your people? Cousin Xianshen, after we finished our conversation earlier, I had everyone withdraw, didn't I?" Yang Guan replied, showing a bit of astonishment.
My heart suddenly sank again.
"Alright, I understand," I replied in a somewhat hoarse tone.
"By the way... there's one more thing, those two bodies won't burn up; it's very strange. Is Uncle Huang with you? I want to contact him, but I can't reach him," Yang Guan asked me again.
"We're not together," I answered after finishing the call, and hung up.
I continued to hail another taxi without showing any change in my demeanor.
If not people from the god's temple, then who else could be following me?
Are they the people arranged by Xu's family, or is it Sun Dahai?
It doesn't seem like Mao San, he definitely wouldn't just follow me; he would directly appear in front of me.
Soon, another taxi stopped, and I gave the address that Mr. Yang had just told me. The driver didn't hesitate.
After I got on the bus, I quickly headed towards the south of the city.
I asked the driver how far it was and he said it would take about an hour. So, I closed my eyes and took a nap.
This time is different from the day before...
During the day, I slept very well... but this time, I fell into a dream quickly...
I felt like I was in a confined space, and could hear footsteps approaching...
As the footsteps got closer, I started running in my dream, fleeing!
The sound of tapping, like leather shoes stepping on the ground.
I don't know how long I have been running, I'm panting and extremely tense.
When I stopped, the surroundings felt even more confined and pitch-black.
Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder.
I jolted awake, opening my eyes, the street lamp was slightly blinding, shining through the car window.
The driver was startled, looking at me uneasily, "Brother... Did you have a nightmare?"
My heart was beating rapidly, subconsciously glancing at the rearview mirror.
It was pitch black inside... just like in my dream...
The next second, my vision returned to normal. The rearview mirror illuminated the road behind and half of the car's body.
"What did I say?" I asked the driver while reaching for my money.
"Uh... you said you didn't see me." The driver replied.
I felt a pang in my heart and got off the taxi.
In sight, there was a factory on the side of the road, and some workshops were still lit. At midnight, people were working like ghosts and beasts.
To the east, there is a small path that is not made of cement, but cobblestones.
Following the small path, I also saw the marks of wheels.
This place doesn't see taxis, so these wheel marks must be from that car... from Lao Xing.
After walking for about ten minutes, the surrounding area was mostly wasteland. I did indeed see a village in sight.
At the village head, there was a signboard, made of fine wood, bearing the name "Qian Village".
The night was dark and silent. At the entrance of the village, there were two stone lions, but the stones were full of cracks, giving the lions a spooky feeling.
My eyelids were jumping frantically.
I tore the talisman on the night jar.
Lao Gong's ghostly head suddenly popped out.
Because the paper man was serving as his body, his head wasn't pressed tightly against the jar, so it stuck out more.
The condensed mist formed beads of sweat, and Lao Gong couldn't stop shaking.
With his wrinkled mouth, he muttered, "Gonna die... gonna die..."
"Do you know who Xiao Yanhong is? I want to find her. If you cooperate with me, anything is negotiable. If you don't cooperate with me, I just heard from people in the city god temple that the ghosts here can eat anything. You and they can also eat it." I spoke calmly.
Lao Gong: "..."
He twisted his eyes even more wildly, fear appeared on his face, and it was impossible to suppress.
I didn't immediately enter the village, but backed off slightly and found a hidden location to sit down. Then I began to apply makeup for a corpse.
While applying makeup, I tried my best to recall the appearance of the old man in the suit.
I really didn't want to recall his image, but his appearance was more intimidating to ghosts...
The makeup was slowly covering my original appearance, and I felt that my right eye was even colder.
Without the dead man's clothes, the effect would certainly be discounted, but it would be better than going in with a completely normal appearance.
Finally, I was done with the makeup.
Lao Gong leaned his head, staring at me with his eyes, which were slightly yellow, looking even more uncertain and suspicious.
"Time is running out. Have you made up your mind?" I glanced at Lao Gong sideways.
Lao Gong's lips were tightly closed, and he stammered a word: "East."
"In the east?" My heart slightly shook.
After several deep breaths, I calmed down and headed towards the village.
At this time, the previous sense of being followed had not disappeared. I glanced back, then continued to walk forward.
After passing through the Qian Village signboard, the village road was somewhat narrow. Although the houses on both sides were dilapidated, they still showed the prosperity and prosperity of this village decades ago.
Even now, many impoverished villages have mud-brick houses. The houses on both sides of the village path are fire bricks, and many families even have attics.
The sense of being followed disappeared, replaced by a sense of being watched.
The constant gaze, as if every house in the village is haunted...
I maintained my composure and continued to walk forward, keeping one foot lifted.
The dead man's makeup can cover the yang energy in my body, and walking on tiptoes makes the ghosts unable to tell whether I am a ghost or a corpse. In short, they won't think of me as a human.
After walking straight for a while, I finally saw a fork in the road, and the fork pointed towards the east.
My heart skipped a beat, and I suppressed my excitement.
Indeed, bringing Lao Gong out was the right decision!
When I stepped onto the fork in the road, I suddenly heard a laugh.
At this moment, the laugh made me covered in goose bumps.
Suddenly, I looked down, and Lao Gong's head poked out from the night jar, looking at me with a tilted head. The smile on his ghostly face was very intense.
Better to hear a ghost cry than to see a ghost laugh!
My face turned pale, and my hand slapped down hard, and another talisman fell on the night jar.
I took a step back with my foot that had just stepped onto the fork in the road.
There seemed to be a thin mist in front of me, but the mist wasn't enough to blur my vision. However, everything around me had changed...
There was no fork in the road in front of me.
I had just entered Qian Village, and the signboard was only a few dozen meters behind me.
Goosebumps were even more numerous, and cold sweat had soaked through my back.
Coldly, another evil laugh suddenly entered my ears. When I looked down, it gave me goosebumps that Lao Gong's head was tilted over the night jar. He was smiling sinisterly and glancing at me sideways!
Clearly, I had placed a talisman, but the talisman was gone!?
I squeezed the index finger of my right hand hard enough to break the fingernail, and I cut it sharply across the night jar!
I pointed my index finger to "open the eyes" of the paper man and used yang energy to lure ghosts. The blood from my middle finger, although weaker than the tongue tip blood, was still very fierce.
But Lao Gong seemed not to fear at all. He leaped out of the night jar abruptly and ran wildly deeper into the village road, swaying as he went!
My face turned even paler.
The night jar was Lao Gong's shelter and the weapon that killed him. He shouldn't have been able to leave!
Is it the peculiar nature of this village that allows Lao Gong to leave the night jar?
Knowing that he had tricked me, I knew that I couldn't go any further now.
Turning around, I rushed towards the village entrance!
But at the village entrance, as I stepped out, I was even more startled in my heart.
Because of a glimpse, I saw two broken stone lions.
The stone lions are the village entrance!
It looked like I had gone out, but in reality, I had come back in!
Every step I took, goosebumps fell like a heap.
I really didn't leave the village. I was just standing at the entrance of the village...
The wind was extremely cold, and the moon looked like a large eye, filled with red veins.
Besides the sense of being watched from all directions, I seemed to hear a conversation of glee, as if people were saying that someone had arrived!
