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Chapter 174: Yin Yang Village (Part 2)

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    After hearing this, I remembered the hearse we had been in and the corpse on that car, so I asked, "Aunt Guo, what does the driver who brought us here do? Something happened at home?"

    Aunt Guo was silent for a while, then said: "The driver is not actually a driver. His family has been in the funeral business for generations. You can see that he is driving a hearse. The driver's surname is Ding, and his name is Ding Yuli.  There was one daughter left, named Xiaoqian, who also died in the end. Alas, everyone in the village said that it was too dark for him to do this business, and he was destined to cause disasters for the family."

    I frowned and said, "Then how did this girl named Xiaoqian die, was she sick or an accident?"

    Aunt Guo sighed: "Forget it, it's useless to talk about it, you guys have dinner, and take a good rest after eating."

    Having said that, Aunt Guo shook her head and left with a sigh.  I was about to continue to hold her to ask questions, but Wu Dan said: "Let's eat first, and we'll talk about something when we're full. However, the atmosphere in this village is not quite right, bastard apprentice, do you see anything?"

    I shook my head and said: "I just feel that there is something wrong with this village, but I can't tell what's wrong. The people I see during the day are also human, but some villagers have weaker yang energy. I think it's the yin energy of this ghost place."  Because of Sheng."

    Wu Dan nodded and said: "Whatever happened to him, this noodle is edible anyway, eat all of it."

    Since there was no other food to choose from, the few of us sat around and finished the bowl of noodles in front of us.  After eating, we went to our respective rooms.  This is a farmhouse, there are not too many rooms, Ruan Lingxi has one room, and the four of us live in one room.  Wu Dan asked Duan Yunyao to sleep with me, and I agreed.

    This bumpy road is really tiring.  I took off my coat and lay on the bed. Soon, I was tired and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, I felt a coat being thrown on my face.

    I woke up immediately, and saw that it was Duan Yunyao who had thrown my coat over: "Uncle, don't put your clothes away casually, okay?"

    "Uncle, your sister! How old am I?" I said angrily.

    Duan Yunyao ignored me and lay down next to me, ready to fall asleep.  I let out a long sigh, shook out the coat again, and hung it on the hook on the wall.  I was too tired just now, so I just tossed my clothes and didn't tidy them up. I didn't expect this kid to have so many problems. No wonder Wu Dan refused to live with him.

    When I put away my clothes and was about to lie down, I saw a note suddenly appearing on the bed.

    The paper looked pink, like torn pages from a diary.  I unfolded it and was shocked: it was written for me.

    I saw it read: "Song Yan, help me. Xiaoqian."

    Damn, this note was written for me?  ?  !  !

    I glanced at Duan Yunyao who was lying next to him. This kid was lying down with his back to me. I don't know if it was a prank by this guy.  So, I patted him and shouted, "Boy, did you write this note?"

    Duan Yunyao turned over and sat up, frowning: "What? I just wanted to sleep."

    "This note, is it your prank?" I threw the note in front of him and asked.

    Duan Yunyao picked up the note and looked at it, then smiled and said: "Uncle, who is this Xiaoqian? Could it be the female ghost that aunt mentioned? Emma, ??there are still ghosts looking at you, hahaha."

    I looked at his expression, it didn't look like a fake, and I couldn't help becoming suspicious: Who the hell is sick, are you kidding me?

    The point is, none of us have the leisure to play this kind of trick.

    I couldn't help but think of the scene where I was held by the female ghost again.  Could it be that it was not an illusion, but a real female ghost appeared?  Xiaoqian appeared, she stuffed this note in my pocket?

    But how can I help her, isn't this guy dead?

    Thinking of Aunt Guo's words, I couldn't help shivering again: Is Xiaoqian's death an unjust death, a violent death, and something else hidden?

    I looked around, but I didn't see her ghost, so I lay down for the time being, thinking I'd better take care of him, and when she came to look for me again, I'd just figure out a solution.

    Thinking of this, I soon fell asleep.

    In a drowsy state, I heard someone calling my name: "Song Yan, Song Yan"

    I opened my eyes and looked around again, but was surprised to find that Duan Yunyao had disappeared, and I was lying on a big bed alone.  The point is, there is something wrong with this bed too.

    It seems to have turned into an old-fashioned bed, and the windows have also turned into wooden window lattices like those in costume dramas.  I shivered, and felt a chill in my heart: have you traveled through time?

    I heard the shout coming from the window, so I got out of bed quickly, went to the window, and went outside.  Look up, Ciao, that farmyardIt turned into several small classical inn buildings, surrounded by a courtyard.  The door is very high, with a red lantern hanging on it. On the lantern, there are two calligraphy characters: inn.

    Your sister at the inn, let me go, when did the farmhouse become an ancient inn?

    At this time, I suddenly heard a car horn.  Looking back, a white luxury car drove up to the door of the inn.  I frowned, and saw a few sparrows hovering on the roof of the car.

    I took a step back subconsciously, because I heard that there are a few sparrows flying on the roof of some hearses. They are the sparrows.

    So I spit quickly, regardless of whether it is a hearse, anyway, it can't be a normal vehicle that appeared at this time.

    Sure enough, as soon as the car door opened, a woman in a white shroud got out.  I took a look and broke out in a cold sweat: this Nima is that Xiaoqian.

    "You, are you a human or a ghost?" I asked.  After asking, I also felt that what I said was nonsense.  It must be a ghost.

    That Xiaoqian didn't speak, just glanced at me, turned around and left, as if she wanted me to follow her.  After thinking about it for a while, I decided to go over and have a look.  So, I followed her about a meter away and walked forward slowly.

    There was silence all around, and the night was misty. I followed a ghost away from the human habitation and went to the barren mountains and fields. No matter how I thought about it, I felt creepy.

    After following the white shadow from a distance to the field, she disappeared in a flash.  The surroundings are very quiet, and I stand in a wilderness, at a loss.  Suddenly, there was a strange sound of music in the field.

    That voice sounded bitter and weird, and it seemed extraordinarily weird in such a quiet night, which made people get goosebumps all over their bodies after hearing it.  I gathered myself together to distinguish carefully. It seemed to be the sound of Peking Opera. Where did the sound come from?

    It was dark all around, and I glanced at it, only to see a bare mound not far away, and nothing else.

    Just as I was about to leave, I heard the sound of the Beijing opera again.  I frowned and looked at the bare mound, wondering if there was something buried in it?

    Depressed, I took courage and dug down the mound of soil. After digging for a while, I found a section of white stuff in the soil.  I was taken aback, and continued to dig down, pulling the white thing away.

    After I pulled out the things in the soil, I was completely scared to pee.  There's a severed hand buried in the bloody mound!  I quickly threw that hand away, and ran back the way I came.  However, after running for a few steps, she felt that something was wrong, so she stopped and looked back, only to see that Xiaoqian was standing beside the severed hand, looking at the hand sadly.

    I wiped off my cold sweat, wondering if this hand is her own?  Seeing that she didn't harm me, I became more courageous, and simply walked back, lifted up the sleeve of her right hand and looked, and was shocked: Sure enough, her right hand was gone.  I remembered that it was my left hand, not my right hand, that touched Xiaoqian's body on the hearse.

    Could it be that at that time, she was telling me that one of her hands was gone and asked me to find it for her?

    Xiaoqian looked at me sadly, I couldn't bear to turn around and left, so I asked, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

    I saw her turn around after hearing this, and look at the hillside in the distance.

    I took a few steps forward suspiciously, and suddenly felt that my vision expanded.  Only then did I realize that I was standing on a high slope with a valley below. In the valley was a large cemetery. Although the tombs were of different sizes, they were well planned. It seemed to be the public cemetery of Yuehuquan Village.  In that cemetery, I saw a red cloth on the head of a grave, and an evocation coil was erected.  This is the sign of a new tomb, that is, the tomb of the dead who has just been buried in the ground.

    It seems that it is Xiaoqian's grave.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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