Live fortune-telling: I want to reveal the secret

Dongzhuang Village.

Behind an abandoned house.

Yang Fan, Qi Hang, and Xie Zhongxiang stood opposite each other, all three of them had serious expressions on their faces.

After a while, Yang Fan touched his chin and asked, "Boss Xie, I don't know what you mean by the 'draft' you mentioned? Could it be that Dongzhuang Village also held some talent show?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhongxiang's expression turned ugly instantly, and he glared at Yang Fan and said, "It's best not to ask about things that shouldn't be asked, sometimes curiosity will kill the cat!"

"Thank you boss..."

"Okay! I thought you and I were all the same way. Since it's not...then there's no need for me to waste time with you!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

While Yang Fan and Xie Zhongxiang were talking, a cough suddenly came from behind the three of them.

This voice seemed to be close at hand, it was almost attached to his body, and this voice was a little weak and powerless, as if he was terminally ill.

"Who?"

Xie Zhongxiang broke out in a cold sweat instantly, he turned his head and saw nothing.

Yang Fan and Qi Hang also turned around in an instant, but from the direction of the sound, they only saw the old wooden house next to them!
The wooden house seemed to have been abandoned for many years. More than half of the tiles on the roof had collapsed, and half of the door panels had disappeared. The room was dark and damp, and even poultry and wild dogs probably wouldn't want to hide in it.

"Can't be so unlucky?" Xie Zhongxiang muttered to himself, and his face turned pale.

Yang Fan's gaze moved slightly, and he saw him striding over, and then kicked open the door panel of the wooden house.

"Oh!"

After a muffled sound, the door panel of the wooden house cracked and fell to the ground, revealing everything in the house.

It's empty!
There was nothing in it except weeds!
Not even a ghost!

"Huh? Nobody? Could it be that a ghost was coughing just now?" Yang Fan's face turned serious.

When Xie Zhongxiang heard this, his face seemed to turn pale again, and he said tremblingly: "Little brother, do you also believe that ghosts exist in this world?"

Yang Fan glanced at Xie Zhongxiang with dissatisfaction, and then asked the question just now: "Boss Xie, what are you hiding? What is that 'draft'?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you these things, otherwise I will be unlucky... Well, I advise you to leave this village quickly? Be careful that you will encounter some unclean things!"

Xie Zhongxiang seemed to feel that the neighborhood was not safe, and left in a hurry after dropping these words.

……

It was completely dark.

After Yang Fan and Qi Hang walked around the village, they didn't find anything unusual.

Everything is calm.

But this kind of calm made Yang Fan feel more and more uneasy.

The ghostly atmosphere in the sky, Dongzhuang Village that can't get out, the red and white things in the village, the draft in Xie Zhongxiang's mouth...all these make the whole village shrouded in a layer of mystery and weirdness.

There must be something unusual here, maybe it's just not found yet!

Do you want to find someone to ask about the situation?
Before they knew it, Yang Fan and Qi Hang walked to the back of the village and saw an old man in his early 60s tending his own vegetable garden.

So Yang Fan walked over and said hello: "Master, are you still growing vegetables?"

The old man turned his head and glanced at Yang Fan, then continued to be busy with his own affairs, as if unwilling to talk to others.

"Master, I'm a tourist from the city, and I want to ask you, why does this village seem deserted, and there are funerals at the entrance of the village, and weddings at the end of the village, what happened?"

"Get out!" The old man replied with a very unfriendly attitude.

Yang Fan: "..."

The atmosphere is a bit awkward!

I didn't expect this old man to be so unfriendly. Didn't he say that he would not hit a smiling person with his hand?I have such a bright smile, why can't you be more friendly?

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched, and then continued to ask patiently: "Master, do you know how the man at the entrance of the village died? He was young and good-looking, so it's a pity to die like this..."

"roll!"

The old man speaks very clearly, but a simple word 'roll' is calm and powerful, as if it has been tempered.

"Master, can't you speak well? Don't tell me you can only say this one word?" Yang Fan's eyelids twitched violently.

"You little brats, don't you see that I am very busy? Get out of here quickly, and don't disturb my work!"

The old man squinted at Yang Fan, his attitude was not only unfriendly, it was extremely vicious.

I rub!

If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you really think I'm a sick cat?

"Shh!"

I saw Yang Fan rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to get mad, but at this moment, Qi Hang who was standing aside hurriedly stopped him.

"Yang Fan, don't be impulsive, leave this matter to me?" Qi Hang glanced at Yang Fan with a smile, and then walked straight to the old man.

"Shh!"

I saw Qi Hang took out a stack of banknotes from his bag, and said to the old man: "Master, as long as you answer one of my questions, I will give you 100 yuan, how about it?"

The old man was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then dropped the vegetable seedlings in his hands, then nodded and bowed to Qi Hang and said, "Oh hello! Young man, you are really promising, just ask whatever you want, Dongzhuang Village doesn't have me yet." Things I don't know!"

I rub!

This face changed really fast!

Sure enough, the power of money is powerful, and having money can make ghosts turn the clock!

Qi Hang couldn't help but look back at Yang Fan, with a smug expression on his face, Yang Fan shook his head dumbfounded, then walked up to the old man and asked, "Master, has this Dongzhuang Village always been so deserted?" ?”

"It's always been like this. The young people in the village have gone to work in the city, and the village is more lively during the Chinese New Year. Usually, we old people stay in the village..."

After the old man finished speaking, he immediately took 100 yuan from Qi Hang's hand, and then he looked at Yang Fan expectantly, as if waiting for him to ask the second question.

"Did anything strange happen in Dongzhuang Village recently?" Yang Fan touched his chin and asked.

"Nothing strange." The old man shook his head, and then took another 100 yuan from Qi Hang.

"Which family died in the mourning hall at the entrance of the village?" Yang Fan suddenly stared straight into the old man's eyes and asked.

"I don't know." The old man shook his head again, and then explained: "There is no such person in the village. I guess he is a relative of which family?"

I rub!

do not know?
A person died in Dongzhuang Village, and the funeral was going on, and the old man said he didn't know him?

This is obviously unreasonable!

In the same village, if someone died in a family, it must be spread everywhere. How could this old man not know that person?

"Where's the person at the end of the village who is having a wedding? Do you know him?" Yang Fan asked again hastily.

"I know this one. He is Liu Dagui, the richest man in our Dongzhuang Village. Today is his son marrying a wife. I heard that the bride is still on the way. It may take midnight to bring the bride to Dongzhuang Village..."

I rub!

Can you take the bride home in the middle of the night?
Which idiot chose this good day and auspicious time?

"My lord, what I want to ask is, is there any possibility that your Dongzhuang Village...has been haunted recently?" Yang Fan finally asked straight to the point.

When the uncle heard this, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and saw that he quickly took 100 yuan from Qi Hang's hand, and then he said: "Every year, people in the village say that there are ghosts, and this has been going on for decades. , I didn’t even see the fart!”

"Young man, I think you are also a person who has read books. How can you believe in the legend of ghosts? Don't young people nowadays like to listen to ghost stories?"

Yang Fan: "..."