Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

Sitting in the car, Zhao Junfeng told what he knew.

"I lived in Shangjing with my master before, and I haven't come back. In the past two years, my master plans to live in Jinyang for the elderly. He is getting old, and I will come back with him to take care of him."

He Bao said, "Your master?"

Zhao Junfeng said: "My master is Zheng Hua."

He Bao turned his head and glanced back, "Who is it?"

Zuo Yan said: "An old artist who sings Peking Opera."

Fewer people listen to this kind of old opera these days, and young people don't like it even more. They prefer to watch concerts in the venue rather than listen to two episodes in the theater.

He Bao said to Zhao Junfeng: "Go on, what's going on?"

Zhao Junfeng held the steering wheel and turned a corner, "After we arrived in Jinyang, my mother mentioned that I should go back to my home, which is Zhengjia Village.

After I went back this time, everyone was very enthusiastic at first, but after a long time of contact, I found that this village is a bit different. "

Zuo Yan asked, "Is that the dead person you mentioned?"

"Yes, for about half a year, I went back three times, and every time I went back, there was a funeral."

He Bao said: "What's so strange about this? From imperfect medical facilities to accidents, all of these may cause death. Last time I encountered a small place where eight people died in one day."

Zhao Junfeng was interrupted, without any other emotions, and continued: "I didn't pay attention to it at first, but one time, when I went back and passed a house, I occasionally caught a glimpse of a person standing on a pile of firewood about 2 meters high to collect firewood. Just as I was about to drive there, I saw that man scratching my body suddenly. In winter, he was wearing a thick cotton padded jacket. He scratched indiscriminately. He couldn’t stand still and fell from the top. I got out of the car and ran to him. See he's dead."

He Bao professionally interrupted, "Did you fall to your death? It's only two meters away."

Zuo Yan said: "Knocking your head to the ground may cause death."

Zhao Junfeng said: "There is no wound on his head, but the skin that came out of him...is rotten."

"Bad?"

Zhao Junfeng seemed to see the scene again, "That's right, like a rotten wound, he was wearing a scarf, but he tore it apart, and the skin on his neck was rotten, exuding the stench of rotting flesh.

Later, when I mentioned this matter to others, others said that I was wrong. Even his wife said that his husband was in good health, and he died only after he injured his head.

At first I thought the man had a skin disease, but when they said that, I thought there was something else going on.

I even suspected that they had an infectious disease, but if there was, I have been in contact with them many times, and I should have caught it long ago. "

"So you suspect ghosts?" This was the first sentence Si Jiada said when he got into the car.

Zhao Junfeng sat up straight involuntarily, "I'm not sure."

Dead people, dead people in a row, and before contacting them, I met a group of evil spirits in the woods. What is there in this village?

After a while of silence, Zuo Yan saw the tense blue tendons in Zhao Junfeng's hands gripping the steering wheel while driving, and wanted to adjust the atmosphere.

"Will your master still be on stage this year?"

Zhao Junfeng replied, "Master sings one play a year, but this year it's gone, and it should be in August next year."

Zuo Yan said, "Your Huadan sings well."

Si Jia's laughter resounded in the car, Zuo Yan turned his head, and saw the corner of his mouth that was not closed.

What did he say?

Zhao Junfeng was silent for a while, "I sang Tsing Yi."

So embarrassing.

The atmosphere in the car was much better, He Bao looked at him and smiled, "Tsing Yi, Hua Dan can't tell the difference between listening to an opera, hahaha."

Zuo Yan had no expression on his face, "You eat every day, can you do it?"

He Bao stopped laughing on his face.

Before noon, they arrived at Zhengjia Village.

This season, it can be said that it is relatively leisurely. Located in the north, the crops planted are worry-free, and every household has nothing to do. Three or two gather under the big tree at the head of the village, chatting, eating melon seeds, and talking about whose parents are short-sighted. .

This is usually the case, but Zhengjia Village is different.

Entering the entrance of the village, people walking on the road focused their eyes on them.

The strange eyes made them feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Junfeng said: "They looked at Mr. Si. What happened before even surprised me. The village head is both the head of the village and the head of the patriarch in this village. Even he is afraid of him..."

The man carrying the hoe approached and greeted Zhao Junfeng, "Who are they?"

Zhao Junfeng said with a smile: "It's a few friends of mine who have never been to the countryside, and they are here to experience life."

"If there's anything good about this shabby place, it's dirty. There are a lot of rustic old men."

"It's okay, they will come and take a look, and they won't stay for long."

"That's fine. You are busy, I'll go first."

Carrying the hoe, he left in a hurry, walked around a street, threw the hoe past the house, and ran to the village chief's house.

Zhao Junfeng brought a few of them to an empty house, "This is the house of a relative of mine. Almost everyone in the family is dead. I always live here every time I come."

There is a store in the village. He went out to buy some food, but found no one to eat.

Si Jia doesn't eat, He Bao feeds the rabbit in his arms diced carrots, I don't know when he brought them here, if he eats, he will be scared to death in front of him.

Zuo Yan, the only one who looked normal, was already eating bamboo shoots, started eating meat for a day, returned to his original shape, and then became a vegetarian.

Zhao Junfeng cooked the food himself, and it ended up in his own stomach.

"When are you going to investigate?"

He Baodao: "This village is quite exclusive. Didn't you say that we are here to experience life? Just take us around the village a few times, and we will come out at night."

"That's fine too."

Zhao Junfeng walked a few streets in the village with a few people, and Zuo Yan discovered a problem.

"Aren't there any children here?"

"In this village, there are too few families with children. I heard that all the young people have gone out to work. There are only people in their 50s and [-]s left in the family, and some older people."

Si Jia said indifferently: "A lot of teenagers go out to work, but there are also a lot of left-behind children in this situation. If one doesn't come back, it's hard to come back."

Zhao Junfeng frowned. He didn't know much about these things. Don't young people in a village come back to work?

Zuo Yan saw an orange cat on the road, and he had no resistance to this creature.

The fat orange cat licked its paws and lay leisurely in the shade by the side of the road. It didn't get up in the face of someone's sneaky steps, even though he had stretched its paws to his head, the orange cat was lazy glanced at him.

"Meow~"

"Hmm~"

The cat was stunned, and Zuo Yan was also stunned. Oh, I'm sorry, I accidentally used my mother tongue.

"Meow~meow~"

The orange cat rubbed its head between his fingers, and Zuo Yan rubbed its ears. It felt really good to the touch, but it was a bit dirty. It probably felt like it hadn't been bathed in half a year.

He touched the cat's tail, only to find a white thing under the cat's body, which was very small, the size of a knuckle.

The kitten also saw it, pawed and pulled it with its paws, and rubbed against his hand at the same time, it seemed a bit arrogant to have both.

Just as He Bao and the others were about to leave, they found that one of them was missing, and when they turned around, they saw a lively panda squatting at the door of someone's house playing with cats.

Sika leaned over and asked in a magnetic voice, "Your relative?"

Zuo Yan raised his head and patted the cat's head with a look of surprise on his face, as if saying how do you know?

"This is my cousin."

He Bao said beside him, "Your cousin has something to do with Xiong Zhun."

The orange cat was blowing its hair when Si Jia came over, and when He Bao approached, it roared straight up, bared its teeth, and the bulging hair on its back seemed to have seen something terrible.

Zuo Yan said: "It is said that black cats are the most sensitive to you, and orange cats are also so psychic?"

He Bao said: "Black cats eat ghosts, my friend." Black cats can also channel spirits, so it's better not to keep them.

Zuo Yan bowed his head, how about he raise one too?

Si Jia raised his eyebrows, "What are you thinking?"

Zuo Yan: "I think it's time for the cat to take a bath." To appease the frightened cat, who didn't run away, but burrowed into his arms, feeling greasy all over.

"This thing... bones?"

When He Bao lowered his head, he happened to see the leftovers from the cat playing on the ground, and the rabbit in his arms spoke at this moment, "It's for a child."

When Zhao Junfeng heard what they said before, he felt sour, but suddenly he heard a sudden voice.Even more startled.

"Who is speaking!"

He Bao grabbed the rabbit's ears and picked it up, "Children's bones?"

The rabbit opened its mouth and said, "Yes, it was just born."

Zuo Yan put the cat on the ground, "Cousin, you should take a bath."

Zhao Junfeng stared at the rabbit, and took a few steps back. A human bone, a talking rabbit, what he has experienced in just one day.

From the time they entered the village, someone had been staring at them. Although the others looked casual, the atmosphere in the village always felt wrong.

Those people avoided them during the day, they went back in the afternoon, and at night, they went to the woods to have a look.

Zhao Junfeng didn't follow, in case they were scared to death, who would pay them.

This time, with Sika following them, they walked to the place where they were attacked before, and it was indeed a little quiet and outrageous.

The bones on the ground that should have been cleared were also covered up. He Bao and Zuo Yan carried shovels and dug up according to the memory location.

It didn't take much depth to see a few bones, white and yellowish, and a few steps away, there were a few more bones, and a complete one could be seen when digging deep.

"This was a mass grave before?"

He Bao said: "I'll check it out, it's not."

So many people died, there is not even a coffin, and it doesn't look like it was buried later.

Sika said, "They have been dead for more than 200 years."

Zuo Yan was surprised, "How did you see that?"

Sika said, "Want to learn?"

Don't talk left words, He Bao wants to learn.

Si Jia passed by the two of them, tilted his head and hooked his fingers at Zuo Yan, Zuo Yan leaned over, and heard the person next to his ear whisper: "I won't tell you."

Zuo Yan: ... Boss, you are being naughty.

The few people came out of the woods without any investigation results. There was a soft sound under Si Jia's feet, a bone was crushed and split into two pieces, and there seemed to be a wailing sound in the air, which disappeared in an instant.

Zuo Yan turned around, "Did you hear anything?"

He Bao said, "I didn't hear that."

"Then I may have misheard."