Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

He walked over and heard her ask himself: "Zou Jihan, do you think these lanterns are strange?"

Zou Jihan looked up.

Lanterns are lanterns made of bamboo and paper in the old days.

It was about the size of a girl with her arms folded, hanging outside the shop.

But the lantern in front of me was neither red nor yellow, but white.

The kind of white that does funerals.

In the thick fog, it seemed that the spotlight had been turned on automatically, and it was very bright.

And not just this shop.

Along the way, no matter whether it was a shop or a house, all the lanterns they saw were in this style.

So much so that Gu Ruojiao didn't think anything was wrong at first.

A dull-looking boy whispered, "The people in this village are probably all dead."

That's why every household hangs white lanterns.

Another boy said: "Oh, don't be scary, if they are all dead, who, who hung this lantern!"

"I think what you said is more scary!" The curly-haired girl rubbed her arms tremblingly.

Gu Ruojiao didn't think about it that much, because what she thought of was another matter.

"Zou Jihan, do you think places like ancestral halls hang white lanterns?"

"Normally speaking, no."

"Does that mean that if there are lanterns of other colors hanging somewhere, that's the place we're looking for?"

Zou Jihan glanced at her appreciatively: "Yes."

Gu Ruojiao shook her head proudly.

It seems to say "Praise me quickly, praise me quickly".

But Zou Jihan didn't even boast.

Gu Ruojiao was not angry either, and gave herself a thumbs up!

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With the direction to look for, the long road that I thought before seemed less boring.

I have to say that Zou Jihan's eyes are really good.

Gu Ruojiao felt that many places looked the same, but he just knew where to turn and which road he had just walked.

After walking for about ten minutes, Gu Ruojiao seemed to see two red spots in the distance, separated by a thick layer of fog.

But I can't really see it, especially the red dot is still flickering.

And as the red dot swayed, gusts of wind blew by, rolling the dust and dead leaves on the ground and rolling past their feet.

Gu Ruojiao subconsciously grabbed Zou Jihan's clothes and pressed them tightly against him.

After thinking about it, he grabbed the adjusted drawstring of his small backpack and stuffed it into Zou Jihan's hand.

Zou Jihan just glanced at her.

Gu Ruojiao said weakly, "I'm afraid of losing it."

Afraid of losing it, shouldn't he be allowed to grab his hand? Grabbing the strap is nothing.

Zou Jihan threw away the belt directly, and took her hand instead.

"Let's go."

Gu Ruojiao pursed her lips and snickered.

But soon she stopped laughing.

At some point, there was a faint sound in the quiet and empty street.

It seems that someone is talking, and it seems that they are singing something.

The voice is immature, with a strange inflection.

But when I looked up, I couldn't see a single figure except for a thick fog.

Gu Ruojiao carefully identified it for a while, and found that it was a nursery rhyme.

——Little boy, sitting at the door, crying and calling for a daughter-in-law, what do you want a daughter-in-law to do, covering the pit with a basin, talking to your feet.

Intermittently, accompanied by children's laughter.

It's just that there is no innocence in this laughter, but it makes people panic.

The few people behind were so frightened that their legs limp, and they surrounded Gu Ruojiao and the others like chicks.

Gu Ruojiao even moved herself into Zou Jihan's arms, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Zou Jihan's expression didn't change a bit, he just said, "We're here."

When Gu Ruojiao looked up, her eyes suddenly widened.

Only five steps away from them, there were two red lanterns swaying in the wind hanging in front of the tall door.

But this place is neither a ancestral hall nor a village committee.

——It's Yizhuang!