Sick beauty loses horse in thriller game

Shanxi Village is located in the gap between two kinds of mountains.

Because it was still midnight at this moment, the moon in the sky also hid in the thick dark clouds, making the surroundings pitch black and you couldn't see your fingers.

However, for Jiang Lai, these problems have little impact.

This too dark environment reminded her of the forest that was transformed into a paleontology professor's notebook with only night and no day.

As he walked, Jiang Lai clearly heard the sound of gurgling water coming from ahead.

A crystal clear stream that could barely reach her feet appeared in front of her, blocking her way.

Stepping on the stones, we crossed the creek, and a road paved with bluestones appeared in front of us.

The village is not big, it looks like there are about fifty or sixty households.

Jiang Lai and the other six young ladies could clearly sense that Lian Fengxia was nearby.

However, when she led Winter Melon onto the stone road, all her perceptions became unclear.

She could only tell that Lian Fengxia was in Shanxi Village, but she could not know her specific location.

There was currently no way to directly find Miss Lian Fengxia, so Jiang Lai had to change his strategy and explore first.

It was also at this time that lanterns suddenly lit up in the village.

The lanterns made of white paper lit up one after another, lighting up the whole village.

Jiang Lai:......

The old man in the medicine shop told her that there was a terrible demon living in Shanxi Village.

Now it seems that the evil spirit in this village is afraid that the guests who come here will not be seen at night, so he even helps light the lamp. He is really a good evil spirit.

"Squeaky..."

The door of a house not far in front of Jiang Lai was opened from the inside.

The sound of opening the door seemed to start.

After the sound of opening the door, the sound of opening the door began to sound one after another.

"Squeak!"

The continuous sound of opening the door one after another, in this silent night, where you can hear the drop of a needle, seems particularly abrupt, making people's hair stand on end and making their scalp numb in waves!

The doors of every house were opened a crack.

In the gap, an eye appeared looking outward.

Those eyes, as if they were just eyes and no other parts of the body, seemed to be suspended in the darkness inside the door, looking particularly terrifying and penetrating.

After exposing their eyes, observing the situation outside, and seeing Jiang Lai, the people inside the door began to open the door crack wider.

Ever since, the pairs of eyes suspended in the dark night have turned into pale human faces.

Through Ji Xiang and Xiao Ai's sharing, Jiang Lai could feel that those faces were very excited, as if they had encountered a huge happy event.

Jiang Lai stood still for the time being.

Because just by relying on the joyful expressions on those pale white faces, she couldn't tell whether the people in the door (of course, they were very likely not human at all) were kind to her.

After all, hunters also show joy when they find their prey.

Probably because what happened in front of him was too weird, out of the desire to protect his master, Winter Melon trembled, took two steps forward, and began to bark loudly at the pale white faces that appeared in the door. .

Although the little guy's momentum seemed a bit weak, Jiang Lai still felt very relieved.

With a mama's baby ghost beside her, she finally realized the joy of being protected.

Jiang Lai touched Donggua's dog's head, with a proud smile like an old mother's face.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

With the recognition and support of the owner, Winter Melon suddenly became more powerful.

After being warned by Winter Melon's bark, the villagers walked out of their homes one by one.

According to Xiao Ai and Ji Xiang's vision sharing, Jiang Lai learned that the villagers were all skinny and skinny, with extremely poor complexions. Although they were wearing clothes, the texture of the clothes was very rough.

Most people's clothes are already covered in patches.

It looks more interesting than the Nine-Pocket Elder of the Beggar Gang in those movies and TV series.

There are also a small number of people whose clothes are actually made of gray-white hay.

The scene he saw before him fully demonstrated that the economic situation of this village was really worrying.

The ragged villagers, after walking out of their houses, knelt down on the ground one after another and began to worship.

It seems that these guys who are obviously malnourished are very weak.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so frightened by a barking dog that he would kneel down and beg for mercy.

Jiang Lai was a little confused by the sudden kneeling of these villagers.

"Um, you... don't have to do this. It doesn't bite."

Although winter melon likes bones very much, what it likes is animal bones.

Rather than being obsessed with the skeletal beauty of excessive exertion like some aesthetically deformed perverts.

Hearing Jiang Lai speak, other villagers continued to kneel on the ground and worship devoutly.

There was a boy in his teens, supporting a dying old man, breaking away from the ranks of kneelers and taking the initiative to walk towards Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai could feel that the boy seemed to have a wave-like feeling on his body.

He is a handsome boy.

Compared to the boy, the old man's condition was obviously much worse.

His body has become old and rigid, and his legs and feet are no longer flexible. He needs help when walking.

It feels like an old tree that has reached the end of its life and is about to die.

Jiang Lai frowned slightly.

She was thinking.

Are these... people, soul bodies, or something else that has transformed into a human form and exists in this form?

The little boy supported the old man and walked to a place about ten meters away from Jiang Lai, where he knelt down again.

The old man knelt there and began to communicate with Jiang Lai.

The strange thing is that the way of communication is not verbal communication, but a way similar to the fluctuation of the soul.

"Master Xiangrui! I have been waiting here for you for hundreds of years!" The old man said emotionally: "I can't even imagine that before I am about to die, I will be lucky enough to see Master Xiangrui come. I am honored to see the true face of Lord Xiangrui!"

Jiang Lai:......

Inexplicably, she was associated with the word auspiciousness!

She didn't think this was a good thing.

After all, in an era like this, being regarded as auspicious by a group of people may not be a good thing.

Maybe in the eyes of those people, the word auspiciousness can be directly equated with offerings.