Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Under the careful planning of Teacher Zhao, many young people in the village no longer wanted to stay in this backward little place for the sake of an illusory expectation. Some people have already decided to move away. Of course, the news of the haunted place has spread more and more widely.

If someone really found that Wang Qing was missing, they would just say it was a ghost's doing.

Wang Qing was still trying to make a final struggle, "Teacher, it's not too late for you to stop now. Even if there really is that batch of treasures, there is definitely no way to achieve immortality!"

"Shut up!" Teacher Zhao angrily picked up a shovel and hit Wang Qing's head hard. "Everything I do is to find the mysterious power in the legend. There must be a way to live forever, there must be!"

In order to find a possibility of curing himself, he made himself look like social death. Even if his son died, he could not investigate the truth. He put in so much effort and paid so much price, how could he lose!

Wang Qing was hit on the head and soon felt a warm liquid flowing down his face, staining his clothes red. Tinnitus and dizziness came at the same time, and he did not feel any pain for a while.

Teacher Zhao looked at her daughter and said, "Help me bury him."

Zhao Shi took a step back and said anxiously: "I, I can't do it."

Teacher Zhao frowned, "You are really far behind your brother! You should go out and stop standing here and getting in the way."

Zhao Shi lowered his head and walked out of the basement.

She didn't want to hurt anyone or lie to anyone, but she couldn't just watch her father die of illness. She could only go against her conscience and do this with her father and brother. She was tormented in her heart, but she didn't have the courage to resist.

The coffin containing Zhao Si's body was still placed in the main room, with a dim candlelight on and dust from burning paper money floating in the air. In the dim light, the room was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

After Bai Yao walked into the house, she no longer saw the child, nor any other people in the house. She groped her way forward by feeling, and not knowing where she was, she saw a half-open door.

Bai Yao walked in.

This is a study room. There are many and varied books on the bookshelves. When Bai Yao approached, an old and yellowed book inexplicably fell to the ground, as if reminding her to take another look at it.

Bai Yao picked up the book and with the help of the light from her cell phone, she could see that it was a chronicle of the village. The person who made the records was each village chief, so the handwriting was different.

According to records, Zhaojiawan suffered from war hundreds of years ago. It was a general who quelled the war and gave them a peaceful life. Therefore, the people in Zhaojiawan admired the general in the legend very much, which is why they often used the general as the protagonist when arranging dramas.

In the last century, the situation was turbulent. In order to live a peaceful life, Zhaojiawan had to curry favor with the local warlords. Fortunately, the local warlords happened to like watching their shadow puppet shows, especially the Zhou family's shadow puppet shows, which were so skilled that they were invited to perform several times and brought back a lot of rewards. Therefore, nothing had happened in Zhaojiawan so far.

This piece of history was the same as what Bai Yao heard from the old man. However, what the old man did not mention was that the Zhou family moved away in despair after their children disappeared.

Then the warlord became angry and arrested many people in the village, forcing them to perform one family after another. If they did not meet his expectations, they would be shot directly.

Later, news came from the theater that someone was performing better than the Zhou family. The warlord and others went to the theater to join in the fun, but a fire broke out in the theater, killing many people.

There were rumors that many treasures were buried in the theater. However, after a fire, the ruins of the theater disappeared from everyone's sight. Even though many people searched at the original address, they found nothing.

The treasure must still be in Zhaojiawan, or perhaps under the land they usually walk on. Therefore, no one is willing to move out. Generation after generation would rather spend their lives in this backward little place, hoping that they can discover the treasure one day and become rich overnight.

This book was obviously often flipped through, and someone had deliberately circled the treasure with a pen.

Bai Yao finished flipping through the book and caught a glimpse of a small figure hiding behind the door out of the corner of her eye. When she walked over again, the figure disappeared again.

At the same time, she heard footsteps.

Not far away, Zhao Shi's figure slowly emerged from the aisle. She looked not in a good mental state, with a tangled expression and dull eyes, as if she was caught in a dilemma.

Zhao Shi didn't notice that the door of the study was opened a crack. She knelt in front of the coffin, burning paper money and crying again, "Brother, I don't know what to do now. I don't want to watch dad commit a crime, but dad said that was the only hope to save him. I am dad's daughter and he is my only relative. I can't watch him die..."

"Wang Qing is a good man, and I don't want to harm him, but my father said that we can't let him leave alive, otherwise he will be the biggest hidden danger."

There was a faint noise coming from behind the coffin.

Zhao Shi raised her head and was caught off guard by the half face exposed behind the coffin. She screamed, her body went limp, and she fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

Bai Yao slipped out of the study and followed the direction Zhao Shi came out. She found a passage to the basement and walked in carefully. She picked up a carrying pole next to her and walked as lightly as possible to the depths.

Wang Qing was thrown into a pit half a person’s height with a bloody head. He was unconscious and said weakly: “Teacher… I have always respected you…”

Teacher Zhao's hand holding the shovel paused for a moment, but soon he shoveled the first handful of dirt into the pit, landing mercilessly on Wang Qing. "What's the use of respect? These things can't keep me alive!"

The falling dirt splashed into Wang Qing's eyes, which instantly turned red. In the face of the fear of death, perhaps there was also his disappointment.

"Wang Qing, you shouldn't have come here." Teacher Zhao coughed a few times, his hands moving non-stop. "If you die here, no one will ever find out. You won't have to face the fear of death when you're old. In a way, I've helped you."

His words were truly extremely hypocritical.

Gradually, half of Wang Qing's body was buried. When his eyes fell behind the middle-aged man, he saw a little light again.

With a "bang", Teacher Zhao was hit hard on the head. He staggered and before he could react, he fell forward into the pit and fell on Wang Qing.

Wang Qing said in surprise: "Bai Yao!"

Bai Yao waved the pole. To be honest, she felt that hitting people was inexplicably easy. Looking at the people in the pit, she grinned and said, "Oh, old classmate."

Wang Qing wanted to scream. Why didn’t he realize that Bai Yao was so handsome before?