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The word "haunted house" is very scary no matter what era it is from.

The kind that scares the listener and trembles from the listener.

Wan Qiang did not deny Xiong Da and Xiong Er's speculation. She stared at the gloomy house with a deep expression on her face, and her fingertips moved quickly.

Not too bad.

After all, my dear... the ancestors of this village have really done a lot of evil.

And those resentful spirits who died in vain did not massacre the village, but lived in this ghost house. Day after day, year after year, some experts came to help them!

Wanqiang didn't care which master did it, nor what the other person's purpose was. She now has only one purpose: to save those resentful spirits who died in vain.

(Note: Only resentful spirits that do no harm can be transcended. I don’t know if I have mentioned this before, so I will emphasize it again)

"Who has the final say in your village?" Wan Qiang asked instead of answering Xiong Da Xiong Er.

After hearing this, the two looked at each other for a few seconds, and then responded to Wan Qiang mechanically, "Village Chief."

"It's our village chief."

Wanqiang said 'hmm' and said, "Lead the way."

Xiong Da Xiong Er looked confused.

lead the way?

where to go?

You don't have to go to the village chief, do you?

At this point, why go to the village?

Can't we solve the haunted house issue first?

With so many thoughts in his mind, Xiong Daxiong Er opened his mouth and spoke directly.

"Master, can't you solve the problem of this haunted house first? What should you do with the village chief? He is old and is probably already asleep at this point."

"Yes, Master. Otherwise, let's deal with the matter here first. We'll take you there tomorrow with the village chief."

tomorrow?

Where can I wait for tomorrow?

If you want to deal with the matter here, you have to find the village chief.

With this thought in her mind, Wan Qiang looked at Xiong Da and Xiong Er with much deeper eyes, and her words were really not polite at all.

"If we don't meet with the village chief, things here won't be solved at all. It's up to you to decide. I'm not in a hurry."

Wanqiang completely handed over the choice.

Xiong Da and Xiong Er: "???"

Uh-huh-huh...

For this reason, what position do they have for not bringing Wan Qiang with them?

"Master, please follow us. We will take you to see the old village chief immediately."

...

This village is really pitifully small, with only forty or fifty households in total. The old village chief's home is at the end of the village. Xiong Da and Xiong Er took them for seventeen or eight minutes and arrived.

Xiong Da went up to knock on the door and shouted to the old village chief inside: "Village Chief, are you asleep? I am Da Xiong. The master sent from above has arrived and wants to see you. Do you think it is convenient now?"

While Xiong Da was trying to communicate with the old village chief, Xiong Er was not idle either. He pointed at the old village chief's house, said to Wanqiang and Bo Sisi, "The old village chief is over seventy years old this year. His wife left last year, and his children and grandchildren are all in the city, so he lives alone."

"At this point, I hope you haven't fallen asleep yet, otherwise it might be difficult to shout."

Wanqiang had no reaction.

There was nothing she didn't know about the old village chief.

There is no way, she is Wanqiang, the ancestor of metaphysics.

Bo Sisi obviously had difficulty understanding what Xiong Er said. She opened her eyes wide in astonishment and blurted out her question, "Are you kidding me? Your village chief is over seventy years old and he hasn't retired yet?" Can he handle it?"

"This body must be made of iron, right?"

"Why don't you retire? He..."

"..."

Bo Sisi asked, "That's too many."

Xiong Er was confused by the question.

However, after only three to five seconds of confusion, Xiong Er became interested and told Bo Sisi very enthusiastically about the village chief's family.

"Our village is quite special. The village chief is not elected, but has always been inherited by the son and daughter of the old village chief. It is a hereditary system!"

"This old village chief worked until he was over 70 years old. There was only one reason: none of his sons or daughters were willing to come back to succeed him as village chief. He had no successors, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and keep working."

"Ah?" Bo Sisi felt that Xiong Er's words were simply fantasy. "What you said is outrageous. If he dies and his children still refuse to come back, who will be the village chief?"

Xiong Er: "There are also grandchildren, there are always people."

"What's more, our old village chief has always been in good health. He..."

"..."

What Xiong Er said is micromanaging everything.

After finishing speaking, he emphasized to Bo Sisi, "Miss, this matter is a big secret in our village. You can't tell anyone else."

Bo Sisi was extremely embarrassed. I was thinking: Do you think it’s reasonable for you to tell me such an important secret?

Bo Sisi said: "Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense."

While speaking, Bo Sisi made a special gesture to pull the zipper.

"I have a very tight mouth."

When Xiong Er heard this, he looked relieved, and then gave a thumbs up to Bo Sisi.

...

Xiong Da has already called the old village chief to open the door.

Then, Wan Qiang and the other four followed the old village chief into the house and sat down in the main room.

The old village chief yawned and poured a bowl of tea for each of them. "I don't have anything to entertain you. Just drink some herbal tea to quench your thirst."

Xiong Da Xiong Er is really thirsty.

After the old village chief finished speaking, they all picked up the tea bowls in front of them and started drinking.

Wan Qiang remained unmoved.

She stared at the old village chief, not knowing what he was thinking.

As for Bo Sisi, let alone that.

She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She was from a top wealthy family and had the best food, drink and entertainment. She really had no interest in the tea at the old village chief's house.

It’s not that I dislike it, it’s just that I just don’t want to!

The old village chief felt particularly guilty when Wan Qiang saw him. He cleared his throat and said, "Are you the Master Wan sent by the superiors? Thank you very much for coming."

Wanqiang smiled slightly in response.

Then, after her eyes swept around the old village chief's house, her red lips moved slightly and she said: "I have been to that vacant lot, and I also know a little bit about that haunted house. The village chief, You may need to explain to me the parts I don’t understand.”

Wan Qiang said this, what else could the old village chief not understand?

He knew everything, and he said he only knew a little bit, which was to save some face for him and the older generation of the whole village.

It would be really shameful for him not to climb down such a light and easy step.

Without thinking, the old village chief nodded and said, "Don't worry, Master Wan, I will tell you everything I know."

"The story starts a hundred and thirty years ago. Back then..."