My host is lazy again

Chapter 583 Fifteen Players 5
His voice sounded in the empty ancestral hall, inexplicably creepy.

Lin Yijiao felt goosebumps all over her body.

She rubbed her arms involuntarily, "I seem to have heard it, but I was sleepy and vaguely heard the radio in the village... What does this mean?"

Games start?
what game?
Song Liansheng shrugged, "How do I know what it means? It says it's playing a game, but it doesn't tell us what the rules of the game are."

"Too."

"I'm thinking there must be some event being held in this village..."

There is a middle-aged couple among the 15 people.

Hearing them chattering about the game, the aunt curled her lips disinterestedly, "Who wants to play games here, what a waste of time."

She looked at the man next to him who was eating and drinking, and couldn't help urging: "Eat quickly, we will leave after eating, my son is still at home waiting for us to go back."

"All right, all right now," her husband hurriedly comforted her.

The people present have different thoughts.

Just when everyone was about to eat, a crisp bell sounded suddenly in the ancestral hall, and the sound of "Dang Dang" was deafening, as if it could spread throughout the village.

They didn't know why, but their hearts skipped a beat.

At this moment, the closed door of the ancestral hall suddenly opened slowly.

After hearing the sound, everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look over, and then they were taken aback.

I saw a white-haired old man in a white mourning suit sitting directly opposite the door.He was motionless, sitting like a statue, his dry and flabby face was drooping and wrinkled, his lifeless eyes were staring straight at the direction of the courtyard, cold and sullen.

Behind him is a statue of a god, with green eyes and fangs, and a hideous face.

On his left, there is a huge and ancient grandfather clock, the long pendulum inside is still swinging rhythmically, and the pointer is pointing to the eight o'clock position.On the table to his right was a wooden box with three characters written on the front: "Ballout Box".

There are many white cloths hanging in the ancestral hall, which is depressing and gloomy.

Looking at it this way, it doesn't look like an ancestral hall, but a mourning hall.

A threshold seems to divide the inside and the outside into two parts, yin and yang.

Suddenly, the old man grinned, and the wrinkles on his face became more terrifying.

"It's been a long time since there have been so many guests in the village." His voice was old and hoarse, as if he would die at any moment, and he spoke slowly, "Guests, hello, I am the village chief of Anlu Village. .”

The people in the courtyard came to their senses and responded with "Hello" sparsely.

Lin Yijiao pursed her lips, and muttered in a low voice: "I was scared to death, crazy, pretending to be a ghost."

The old man turned his head slowly, his gaze flicked across the faces of the 15 of them, then he narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "There is a ghost among you."

Xiao Jianbang looked at the people around him, confused: "Village chief, what do you mean?"

"What a joke!"

"Village chief, it's really scary for you to dress like this and say such things."

"..."

There was some noise in the yard.

They just want to get out of here quickly, they don't want to play any games at all!
However, the village head was not disturbed, and continued to speak his own words: "This ghost, disguised as a member of the fifteen of you, you want to find him out, and I will give you three chances to vote."

Yu Shu narrowed his long and narrow eyes.

(End of this chapter)