ID number 019

Chen Yang's heart sank a bit. In his cognition, his partner had weak legs, limited skills, strong observation and logic, and unusually keen senses.

The overlapping space and overlapping points of the stone caves in the first mission, the overlap of the shadow hourglass in the second mission, and this mission, the violation of the ancestral hall, the details of the tablet...

It can be said to be a master of decryption.

A strong non-human, like a high-intensity machine in his mind, a bunch of codes are running.

Now even his partner didn't think of the loophole of ancestor worship, Chen Yang...

Chen Yang didn't give up, he put the young man's shoulders on his shoulders, and said softly, "Think again."

Chao Jian pushed Chen Yang's hand away: "Stand still."

Chen Yang stood up, and continued to stare at the person in front of him. After a while he sighed. He remembered that at the train station, this man had reminded him that he was not omnipotent, and told him not to expect to have answers to everything he asked.

He has been reminded twice, why he still can't remember, it's very unreasonable.

Chen Yang pinched his neck in embarrassment, why would he subconsciously pin his hope of getting out of the predicament whenever he encountered something that couldn't be solved, and also thought that the other party would definitely bring him the light of day.

I don't know where this idea came from.

Chen Yang's head hurts a little, all partners are like this, right?If you can hand over your back, ordinary trust can't do it.

"Everyone think about it."

Chen Yang's eyes swept over his ashen-faced teammates one by one: "How to solve the crisis of worshiping ancestors."

No one said anything.

Unexpectedly, they were already standing at the intersection of Huangquan.

"It will be midnight in less than half an hour." Wang Kuanyou let out a heavy breath.

Everyone decided not to go back. They divided into several waves and found a place to hide, wanting to see who the other two chairs above the ancestral hall belonged to.

There is no good hiding place near the ancestral hall, so everyone can only look outside.

Even if Chao Jian was using crutches, he would get tired after a long time, so Chen Yang found a place for him to sit down.

It's an upside-down tank.

"Don't be picky." Chen Yang patted the boy sitting on the jar, "Sitting is better than standing."

Chao Jian restrained the urge to remember, closed her eyes and said, "Be calm."

Chen Yang was puzzled: "I didn't do anything."

"Your heartbeat is too fast, it's disturbing me."

Chen Yang: "..."

The heart beats really fast.

From this angle, Chen Yang can see one of the paths leading to the ancestral hall, and he is eager to know whether the people who come to worship the ancestors will pass through here.

The beating frequency of the heart cannot be slowed down.

Chen Yang walked away, and looked at the person on the vat without saying a word: "How do your ears grow?"

Chao Jian ignores him.

Chen Yang shook his head and sat down on the ground, leaning against the honeycomb wall and closing his eyes to rest.

On the other side, Wang Xiaobei was with Xiaoxiang and Chen Xishuang.

Actually Wang Xiaobei didn't really want Chen Xishuang to come to them, he was so similar to Jiang Ren, Jian Zhi was the best body to possess.

"When there is a situation, let's run first." Wang Xiaobei quietly told Xiaoxiang.

Xiao Xiang leaned against the wall and said nothing.

Wang Xiaobei is in love with cold ass, she is a little upset, she can't help thinking, Xiang Tiantian is better, the next moment a layer of goose bumps appeared on her back.

Forget about dying.

The young man next to him suddenly leaned over, Wang Xiaobei's nerve endings were stretched to the extreme, and she shouted: "What are you doing?"

Chen Xishuang was startled, he flattened his mouth: "I'm a little scared."

Wang Xiaobei looked at him through the moonlight peeking out from the dark clouds, and what came to mind was another face, that of Jiang Ren.

"Can't you go to other people's place?" Wang Xiaobei couldn't help but said.

Chen Xishuang was startled, and scratched his hair embarrassingly: "Okay, I'll go find someone else."

Having said that, he had to leave, Chen Xishuang touched his face, and was about to leave dejectedly, Xiaoxiang stopped him.

"Here it is." Xiao Xiang said, "The worship of the ancestors will begin soon."

Chen Xishuang carefully went to see Wang Xiaobei.

When Wang Xiaobei met his pair of watery eyes, she was in a bad mood, the more she thought about that face, the more she felt like it.

"The two Jiang Das in the village haven't appeared yet, maybe they took other paths." Wang Xiaobei avoided Chen Xishuang's sight, "I hope we will all be well after the ancestor worship is over."

Chen Xishuang lowered his sense of presence and remained silent, breathing very lightly, for fear that he would be isolated.

Wang Xiaobei suddenly screamed nervously: "Don't look at me!"

Chen Xishuang said innocently, "I don't, my eyes are closed."

Wang Xiaobei trembled: "You're lying, you saw it, you were looking at me just now!"

"I really don't." Chen Xishuang was very wronged.

Wang Xiaobei insisted that Chen Xishuang was looking at him, her wide eyes were full of aggressive questioning.

"What are you looking at me for? Say what you want, can you stop looking at me? Don't you know how scary you are?"

"I really don't..."

Chen Xishuang went to see Xiao Xiang for help, hoping she could trust him.

"He didn't look at you." Xiao Xiang said.

Wang Xiaobei's hysterical expression froze for a moment, and then turned into panic.

Is that what she imagined?

Trembling, Wang Xiaobei grabbed the ball's head, her hair was messed up, and the big black-rimmed glasses were knocked off the ground by her. She squatted down to pick it up, and couldn't stop screaming during the process.

I scare myself and have a nervous breakdown.

Xiao Xiang frowned.

Chen Xishuang squirmed his lips against the wall, hurry up, someone is starting to become abnormal.

Wang Kuanyou and Qian Qin are together.

After the ghost hit the wall, they automatically formed a small team.

While waiting for the situation, Wang Kuanyou looked at the savior, 22 years old, from Qingcheng, freelance, just these two pieces of information, nothing else.

Thinking of the scene of him chopping up corpses, like a butcher, Wang Kuanyou's mouth was a little dry: "Is this the first time you entered the mission world?"

Qian Qin folded his arms and looked at the darkness in the distance: "This is the second time you ask this question, Mr. Wang."

Wang Kuanyou understands the truth that nothing matters. He explained his behavior with a smirk: "You are the calmest newcomer I have ever met."

"I just like to simplify the problem." Qian Qin said, "If there are multiple ways to solve a problem, I will choose the most efficient one."

Wang Kuanyou agrees with this approach, but saying it is one thing, putting it into action is another.

Very few people can perform 100%.

Wang Kuanyou asked curiously: "Worshiping ancestors is a dead end, what do you think?"

Qian Qin put the big backpack on his back, and said eight words in a dull voice: "Do your best and obey the destiny."

Then he motioned Wang Kuanyou to look in one direction.

They are the two big gingers in the village.

A steamed bun seller with a broken hand, and Uncle Li, the two of them, like Liu Shun and Zhang Guangrong, seem to have a chain hanging around their necks, and the other end is in the hands of Black and White Wuchang.

Will be dragged away at any time.

Wang Kuanyou's footsteps suddenly stopped, and there was someone behind him...

Who is it?

The owner of the two chairs next to the village chief?

Wang Kuanyou hid in the dark and slowed down his breathing. Gradually, the footsteps got closer and closer, and a figure appeared in his line of sight.

Seeing the person coming, the expression on his face kept changing.

It's the shoe repairer...

The cobbler on the left of Chen Yang!

When Chen Yang watched the shoemaker enter the ancestral hall, he was as shocked as Wang Kuanyou.

Didn't the shoemaker come from another place? How did he get involved with the Jiang family?

"I remember I asked him yesterday morning if he was asleep, and he said he slept at my old friend's house." Chen Yang said to himself, "Old friend is the village chief?"

"Can people from other places enter the Jiang family's ancestral hall? Impossible, they can only be members of the Jiang family. They went out to live in the early years and came back to go to the market..."

Chen Yang accidentally tripped over the crutches and almost fell over.

He glanced at the big Buddha on the jar, rubbed his face and moved closer: "Aren't you surprised?"

"Surprised." Chao Jian's expression didn't match the answer, he said lightly, "It's midnight."

Chen Yang was stunned for a few seconds, then straightened up suddenly: "Have they all gone in?"

"wrong!"

Chen Yang's eyelids twitched: "There are not all people here, there is one missing."

Not long after, the three waves of people hiding and guarding in different paths went to meet outside the ancestral hall, and they quickly exchanged information.

Indeed one short.

Inside the ancestral hall are only the village head, four Jiang Da, and an old shoemaker named Jiang.

It stands to reason that there are three chairs above, one belonging to the village chief and two belonging to the Jiang family.

Now there is only a shoemaker, and there is still one elder Jiang.

If the worship of the ancestors started but no one came, then he died.

Of course, it is also possible that there were only two people sitting on the three chairs above, and the other one was empty.

I don't know what's going on in the ancestral hall, but the silence outside the ancestral hall makes everyone's breathing sound clear.

Jiang Ren found Jiang Miao, and it was impossible for her to escape. Her thread was broken, and the shoemaker of the Jiang family who showed up just now would have a clue.

"We didn't die this round, and we need to find the shoe repairer to inquire about the profit of 1500."

Chen Yang's eyes were dark. He was close to Liu Shun's booth, and every time the other party made eye contact with him, he didn't look at the shoe repairer next to him.

Nothing unnatural, nothing flawed.

Those who do the task for the third time do have two brushes.

"Baizu is not going to end anytime soon."

Wang Kuanyou recalled last night that Liu Shun, Zhang Guangrong and Li Ping were called to worship their ancestors and when they came back, he deduced: "It will take about two, three, ten minutes."

Two or three 10 minutes.

This time is used to wait for a result. It is too long, and it is painful.

But if it is the time to stay in the world in the end, it is too short, extremely short.

"I'm from S University in Qingcheng. I'm 18 years old. I'm a freshman majoring in chemistry. I've dated two boyfriends. They're both gods and scumbags." Chen Xishuang sniffed.

To such a little gay, no one said anything.

"Everyone has his own fate, and we can only follow fate," Chen Xishuang clasped his hands together, bent over and lowered his head, making a begging gesture, "If I die, I want to ask my brothers and sisters to help me visit my grandparents. "

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

Chen Yang said: "For those who die in the mission world, their life trajectory in the real world will disappear completely, as if they never existed."

Chen Xishuang raised his head in disbelief: "So ruthless."

In addition to Chen Xishuang, there were two newcomers present, Wang Xiaobei and Qian Qin, they only knew about this rule, and they had different reactions.

Qian Qin remained indifferent.

Wang Xiaobei bit her knuckles, tears streaming down her face, she didn't want to be erased by the world, and she didn't want everyone around her to forget about herself.

Can't die...she can't die...she wants to live, she must go back alive!

But this task is completed, what about the next one?

Chen Xishuang did not have Wang Xiaobei's despair, he murmured in relief: "It doesn't exist anymore... that's fine."

"It doesn't exist anymore, so grandparents will forget about my grandson, and the white-haired person will not send the black-haired person."

Wang Kuanyou took out something from his backpack: "If I die in this round, I hope the last living person can take it away and continue writing later."

It was a notebook, black and very thick.

Chen Yang asked, "A diary?"

Wang Kuanyou said in a tone describing the weather: "This was given to me by my teammates in the last mission. At that time, there were five notes in it. I also wrote my experience in it. Now there are six notes."

As soon as the blockbuster was thrown out, the surrounding air froze instantly, and the atmosphere became a little delicate.

Ordinary notebooks have gone through multiple missions, which are full of experience.

Wang Xiaobei stretched out his hand emotionally: "Give it to me, give it to me."

"I said, this will be given to the last person who gets out alive." Wang Kuanyou didn't treat him specially just because he was a member of the old Wang family.

Wang Xiaobei shouted uncontrollably: "I, I will definitely get out alive!"

The Flag is plugged up and flutters with the wind.

Wang Kuanyou didn't try to appease Wang Xiaobei out of a gentleman's demeanor, he had a very bad premonition in his heart.

I am afraid this time...

Looking at the ancestral hall with its gate closed, Wang Kuanyou's restless thoughts gradually calmed down and sank to the bottom of the valley.

Chen Yang was also looking at the ancestral hall, but he was not interested in Wang Kuanyou's notebook.

It's useless, even if you enter a certain task site recorded in the notes, the task to be completed will be different.

Rules change.

It won't allow taskers to take shortcuts so blatantly.

If you want to say what benefits that notebook can bring, it is probably to feel the urgency, panic, and helpless struggle through words, which can exercise the mind.

If you watch more, your mental quality will become stronger.

"Put the notebook with you first."

Wang Kuanyou's voice came out of nowhere, and Chen Yang looked down at the notebook he handed to him, his facial muscles tensed.

"Give it to him." Chen Yang said to Qian Qin, who was far away from the team.

Wang Kuanyou kept on handing him the notebook.

Chen Yang said: "I didn't have a backpack when I came in, and there was nowhere to put it."

Wang Kuanyou looked at his clothes and trousers, there were only four pockets, and it really couldn't fit such a thick notebook.

When Chen Yang saw Wang Kuanyou put the notebook back into the backpack, he thought it was over, but he didn't expect that the other party would give him the backpack.

This is the notebook and bag handed over to him.

Chen Yang felt bad for Wang Kuanyou's persistent behavior, he cautiously said: "You are..."

Wang Kuanyou smiled bitterly: "My intuition is very effective at certain times."

Chen Yang stopped talking.

Wang Xiaobei stared at the backpack in Chen Yang's hand, and a cold light cast it, wrapped in extreme coldness, she hurriedly closed her eyes, still thinking about the notebook in her mind.

This little episode didn't spread to any extent, the notebook only seemed to stir up black waves in Wang Xiaobei's heart, and other people also wanted something, but they soon came to their senses.

If you want to take that notebook away, you must live to the end.

Now I don't know if I can survive the round in the early morning and see the sun tomorrow morning.

The seven people outside the ancestral hall were silent.

Heaviness and powerlessness shuttled between them.

Chen Xishuang put his sleeves in his sleeves and thought, it's better than the night before, if he doesn't know what worshiping ancestors is like, he won't suffer so much.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden sound in the ancestral hall, and Chen Yang immediately put down his legs against the wall: "It's over?"

"It's only half the time."

Just as Wang Kuanyou finished speaking, there was another sound inside, the sound of falling to the ground.

“Da da da da”

A series of chaotic footsteps rushed to the gate of the courtyard.

Before everyone could react, the courtyard door opened from the inside, and a figure ran out.

It's Uncle Li who delivered meals to Jiang Miao!

The middle-aged man vigorously bumped away the dumbfounded Chen Xishuang, then bumped into Wang Xiaobei and Xiao Xiang, and ran forward stumbled, thinking something in a daze.

"Stop him!" Chen Yang shouted.

Everyone heard it, but no one acted. Jiang Ren is here, who knows if it is against the rules to stop Jiang Da.

There is only one life, and they dare not gamble.

When Chen Yang anxiously wanted to abandon Jane and chase after him, a crutch swung past him and hit the middle-aged man who was about to run to the corner.

"bang"

Uncle Li fell heavily to the ground, trying to get up with all his hands and feet. The blow was so hard that he was in a cold sweat from the pain, and his sanity recovered a little.

Chen Yang walked towards Jane with his back on his back, picked up the crutch on the ground and gave it to him, and then went to ask Uncle Li.

"Jiang Da, is the ancestor worship over? Why did you run out?"

Uncle Li lay on the ground, spat blood on his mouth, he raised his face in slow motion, and turned to Chen Yang.

"Jiang Da?" Chen Yang called again.

Uncle Li moved his lips, and the blood in his mouth flowed to his chin: "It's empty...it's empty..."

Chen Yang didn't hear clearly, he put his head up: "What did you say?"

"Empty...empty...empty..."

Uncle Li repeated those two words over and over, and grabbed Chen Yang's arm in vain: "It's an empty lottery!"

"It's empty! It's empty!" He shouted with his eyes popping out, "It's empty!"

Chen Yang's face was sprayed with bloody saliva, he thought in astonishment, there is still an empty lottery?

The few people who came here heard Uncle Li's words. Jiang Da, who worshiped his ancestors, got an empty lottery, that is to say, if he didn't draw out the family property, no one will die tonight...

The joy of the rest of life came too suddenly and was not real.

"There are 60 bamboo sticks in total. One was drawn yesterday, and there are 59 left. The chance of drawing a blank lot is so low. Our luck is really great." Wang Xiaobei felt lingering fear.

Chen Xishuang wanted to remind her not to insert the flag again, but she just looked over and was stared at.

Wang Kuanyou felt that the rope around his neck was still there, and his breathing did not become smoother: "Why didn't the others come out?"

These words shattered the relaxed atmosphere.

Uncle Li on the ground also froze.

Could it be that if the empty lottery is drawn, it does not count, and there is a second time?

Chen Yang held his breath to pay attention to the movement of the ancestral hall. At some point, a drop of sweat oozes from the forehead, dangling to his temples. It was a little itchy. He raised his hand to rub it, and the young man beside him tapped the ground with his crutches.

"gone."

Chen Yang grabbed the crutch in doubt: "Where are you going?"

"Go back and wash your face."

Hearing the young man's voice, Wang Kuanyou breathed smoothly in an instant. The other party's "go" and "go back to wash your face" reassured him more than Uncle Li's "empty lottery".

Wang Kuanyou had seen how sensitive the hearing of young people was before, and now he called Chen Yang to go, which meant that he heard the voices in the ancestral hall.

Know they are safe.

Wang Kuanyou turned around and followed the two men, his back was sweating and his footsteps were vain.

There are times when intuition doesn't work.

Thanks for not working.

"How come one or two are gone, no one has yet..."

Chen Xishuang couldn't help following, and murmured while looking back at every step, Xiao Xiang interrupted: "Come out."

"No." Wang Xiaobei just finished speaking one second ago, and then opened her eyes wide and called out: "Come out, come out!"

Liu Shun and Zhang Guangrong came out together, and the faces of both of them showed the collapse of having escaped a catastrophe.

Don't die tonight.

Chen Yang returned the backpack to Wang Kuanyou.

"I'll let you go," Wang Kuanyou said. "Tomorrow is the last day. Our stalls will not be together. If I die while setting up a stall, someone else will take my backpack."

That bad feeling is back.

It's like the god of death is coming, and it's impossible to escape once.

Chen Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Am I dead?"

From the corner of Wang Kuanyou's eyes, he glanced at the young man sitting on the kang wiping his cane, and smiled at Chen Yang without saying anything.

Chen Yang saw that Wang Kuanyou was still in the posture of presenting relics, so he had no choice but to return to the kang with his backpack.

"Have you washed your face?" Chao Jian frowned at him.

"washed."

Chen Yang wiped his face, put his hand in front of his nose and smelled it, it was still a little fishy.

Why does the uncle's blood smell so strong?

Chao Jian pushed Chen Yang off the kang with a cane: "Go and wash it again."

Chen Yang: "..."

"We are doing missions in the mission world now. There are ghosts, and there are people who are distracted. Those who worry about this and that, let's forget about a little blood."

Chao Jian put away the crutches and put them beside the kang: "The first half of the paragraph is off topic."

Chen Yang: "After that short paragraph..."

"The smell of blood is so close to me, I can't sleep."

Chen Yang said, "I can hardly smell it."

Chao Jian fell silent, and just looked at him with a blank expression on his face.

"I'll go wash." Chen Yang surrendered and went to fetch water.

Both Wang Xiaobei and Xiaoxiang came here, seven men and two women stayed in the same room, there was no such thing as big quilts sleeping together, the kang was divided into two parts by a basin.

The lightbulb was on, and the room was dimly lit. A few of them were too tense and relaxed, and the rebound was serious. They fell into a deep sleep uncontrollably after a while.

The rest didn't feel sleepy, but they didn't want to chat, so they were in a daze.

For example, Chen Yang.

He was thinking about Jiang Ren's curse. The other party didn't kill people casually, and those who killed people violated taboos. It seemed that he had established a set of principles for himself.

So is it taboo to find a shoemaker and force him to tell about the Jiang family?

Some adventures, can I gamble?

Legs are numb.

Chen Yang saw that it was his left leg, so he wiped some saliva on his right eyelid.

The young man opened his eyes at some point, staring at him with dark pupils without saying a word.

Chen Yang was so frightened that his scalp went numb: "My sister taught me."

Chao Jian said with disgust, "It's so dirty."

"I wiped my own eyes." Chen Yang thumped his left leg and whispered, "I want to go to the toilet, do you want to go?"

Chao Jane turned her back to him.

Chen Yang still wanted to try to persuade the young man, but Chen Xishuang stood beside him and said, "I'll go!"

"I urinate." Chen Xi twisted his legs, "I've been holding it in for a long time."

"Me too." Liu Shun smiled naively.

"There are two girls in the room, can you pay attention?" Wang Xiaobei said with a red face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Chen Xishuang apologized repeatedly in embarrassment.

These three words pierced Wang Xiaobei's fragile nerves. She felt that Chen Xishuang did it on purpose.

Chen Xishuang didn't know what Wang Xiaobei was thinking, so he quickly followed Chen Yang and Liu Shun.

When the three of them arrived at the door, Wang Kuanyou temporarily joined them.

Chen Yang turned his head and saw that there was such a big fight to urinate, he paused as soon as he went out, and went back to ask his partner.

"Are you really not going?"

"No." Chao Jian closed her eyes, "I'll be back when I'm done."

Chen Yang twitched his lips, it was the middle of the night, what else could he do if he didn't come back after the shower.

The latrine was to the south, and Chen Yang and the others held up their mobile phones to open the way, and a red halo could be seen not far away.

The lanterns are always on, and the market does not rest.

Chen Yang's face turned cold, he reached out and touched it, it was a petal.

It is peach blossom.

There are many peach trees in the village, and the flowers are in full bloom.

"It's almost April." Chen Yang threw away the petals and said something emotionally.

"Yes."

Liu Shun asked them if they smoked, and Chen Yang asked for one.

"Hurry up." Chen Xishuang in front urged, "I'm going to pee my pants!"

Chen Yang held a cigarette between his lips, and released a puff of smoke from his half-open lips: "Then you go first, and you will be there after turning a corner."

"I dare not." Chen Xishuang was really about to piss, he hurriedly grabbed Chen Yang and ran away.

Chen Yang didn't break free either, and let the child pull him into the toilet.

"You have such a good temper." Chen Xishuang put the mobile phone in his mouth, freed his hands to untie his pants, his voice was caught in the crackling, "If it were someone else, I wouldn't dare to pull like that."

Chen Yang bit the cigarette, his throat trembled: "Let's pee on you."

Two more beams of light came from outside, Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun walked in, and they both looked at Chen Xishuang.

It's purely a subconscious move.

The word "bisexual" brings subversive cognition, and the more they want to ignore it, the clearer it becomes.

Chen Xishuang was so nervous that he couldn't urinate: "Don't look at me."

"We won't watch it." Wang Kuanyou turned off the flashlight.

Chen Xishuang's voice sounded again.

"Don't look at me."

The voice was flat without any fluctuations, and the cigarette from Chen Yang's mouth fell down.

Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun also realized that something was wrong, half of their trousers were pulled down and stuck there, their whole bodies were stiff.

"Don't look at me."

Chen Xishuang sobbed softly, begging in a low voice: "Don't look at me...don't look at me..."

"Please don't look at me..."

"Don't look at me... please..."

The voice became panicked and miserable.

Chen Yang wanted to run away, but he knew that if he ran, he would definitely die, so he could only muster up the courage to touch Chen Xishuang.

Bitter cold and a little viscous.

Chen Yang forced himself not to make up his mind, he patted Chen Xishuang's arm: "It's okay..."

The arm under the palm trembled.

Chen Yang was also trembling, he swallowed with difficulty: "Jiang Ren, let's go out."

Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun hurriedly agreed.

"Yeah, go out, the toilet doesn't smell bad either."

An eerie silence answered them.

Just when Chen Yang felt that he was going to be cold, Chen Xishuang went out.

He and the other two quickly followed without urinating.

Chen Yang went out and stood not far behind Chen Xishuang, taking a short breath.

It seems that at this time of the year, Jiang Ren was bullied when he went to the toilet, and no one helped him.

Chen Yang remembered that Jiang Ren went to the small thatched hut around nine o'clock, and it was early in the morning, which meant that the secret of his body was spread out during this time period.

It was so late, and Jiang Ren sneaked out to go to the toilet by himself, but he didn't know that someone would be squatting outside, just to play tricks on him.

Going to the market is very lively, and many things will happen. Jiang Ren only experienced the scenes that brought him hatred, the panic of killing and burying the corpse, being bullied and insulted, and the collapse of despair...

Jiang Ren is self-mutilating in disguise, and at the same time deepening his resentment.

Maybe he was just an ordinary ghost when he first died, and that's why he became a ghost.

Chen Yang saw Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun, what should he do now?

The ghostly spirit scared Liu Shun to the point of urinating, and he suggested kindly: "It's late, let's go back."

Chen Xishuang didn't speak.

Liu Shun didn't dare to say another sentence, so he asked the two younger ones to come.

Chen Yang shook his head at Wang Kuanyou, he had exhausted his courage in the toilet, and now he really can't do it.

Wang Kuanyou was thinking about what to say, when Chen Xishuang, who had his back to them, turned his head with a pale face: "I want to go."

"Then... let's go."

Walking with fierce ghosts, the places they pass are extremely gloomy.

Chen Yang has both hands in his pockets, his left hand is holding a cell phone that has no signal, and his right hand is holding a milk tablet. These two are like his right and left arms, holding them between his fingers gives him a little sense of security.

Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun were on both sides of him, the three of them walked in a row, wondering if they would touch any taboos along the way, they all felt like they were walking on thin ice.

Chen Xishuang didn't look back, he seemed to have somewhere to go, and he seemed like a person who hadn't been back for a long time, and finally came back for a walk.

"The peach blossoms are blooming."

Chen Xishuang made an emotionless voice.

Do you want to continue this conversation?How to pick it up, or not to pick it up?Chen Yang's mind was running fast.

"It's the month." Chen Yang heard himself trembling in response.

"Yes, it's the end of the month." Chen Xishuang walked under a tree and walked through it without stopping.

Chen Yang met Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun's eyes with a dead face, the praise in their eyes stagnated.

Chen Yang regretted it now, regretted it very much, he didn't pee, and he wanted to go to the village with the ghost.

The only fortunate thing is that this is a male ghost possessing the body of a teammate, not a female ghost with long hair covering her face.

Hope to go back alive.

Chen Xishuang only said that sentence and did not speak again. He walked in the village for a while and stopped in front of the window of a house.

That's where the village chief lives.

Chen Yang winks at Wang Kuanyou and Liu Shun, Jiang Ren will not come here for no reason.

He may have also come to the village head back then, hoping that the other party would help him uphold justice and so on.

Chen Xishuang stood quietly outside the window and stood there the whole time.

The window was half open, and the people inside seemed to be in a deep sleep, and they didn't sense anyone outside the window.

The wind picked up, and the collar of Chen Yang's coat was blown back into his neck. It was itchy and cold. He shivered and looked at the figure in front of him without blinking.

"Uncle Three."

Chen Xishuang suddenly called out.

There was no sound from the dark windows.

Chen Xishuang came closer, put both hands on it, and lay half of his body on the window.

"Third Uncle, it's me."

Still no response.

Chen Xishuang stuck his head out of the window.

Chen Yang's fingertips numb from the stimulation of this scene. The village head is also from the Jiang family?

There was a sound of cursing in the room, and then something was thrown in front of the window, hitting Chen Xishuang on the head with a "bang".

It is a porcelain jar.

Chen Xishuang's head was cut, he didn't let out a scream, but fell limply to the ground.

"It should be gone." Wang Kuanyou stepped forward.

Chen Xishuang on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and Wang Kuanyou threw away his training and swears.

Chen Xishuang was stunned by the scolding, he looked around and was even more stunned: "I'm peeing, why am I lying here?"

"..."

"I'm possessed?" Chen Xishuang got up trembling, and a human face appeared in the window.

"Why are you here?"

It's not the mayor in the house, it's a shoemaker.

The porcelain jar under the window was gone, but the injury on Chen Xishuang's head was still there.

Chen Yang guessed that the Jiang people back then thought that the third uncle was the best for the Jiang family, so he wanted to seek the protection of the third uncle, most likely because he wanted to ask the other party to take him with him when he left the market tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, his third uncle beat him impatiently with a porcelain jar.

Chen Yang pressed the window to be closed: "It's all here, Uncle Third, let's chat."

When the shoe repairman heard Chen Yang's name, the expression on his rough and dark face suddenly changed: "There's nothing to talk about, I'm not familiar with you."

"You're not familiar with them, so you're fine with me." Chen Yang said, "We've set up a stall together for two days."

The shoemaker wanted to close the window by force, but Chen Yang broke half of it with a punch.

So Chen Yang and the others didn't go around the gate, they just went in through the window.

The cobbler entertained Chen Yang and the others, especially Chen Xishuang, who looked at them with hate and fear in his eyes.

Chen Xishuang clutched his bleeding forehead and shrank aside.

"Uncle Three..."

Chen Yang was scolded as soon as he opened his mouth. The cobbler was a different person from the people in the market. He walked back and forth in the room, exhaling rough and fast.

"Don't call me that!" repeated the cobbler.

Chen Yang comforted: "You sit down first."

Liu Shun leaned against the door, and Wang Kuanyou stood by the window, blocking his escape route.

At this stage, they are betting life and death with Chen Yang, hoping that it is not a violation of the rules to seek Jiang Ren's third uncle.

The shoemaker was not comforted by Chen Yang at all. He walked around the room non-stop for a moment, his bloodshot eyeballs flicked wildly, looking under the bed, at the beams above his head, and at the dirt wall. People are nervous.

Chen Yang smelled the smell of shoe polish on his body: "Third Uncle, you are the Jiang family, why did you come back from other places when you were going to the market, set up a stall to repair shoes, and you don't live in your own house, but in your old friend's village chief's house?"

The cobbler kept walking, and his attitude was the same as that of those people in the market, as if he didn't hear.

Wang Kuanyou's eyes stopped Chen Yang who wanted to ask again, and he couldn't let him ask alone.

That's too dangerous and not fair.

Wang Kuanyou adjusted his breathing, and asked the most critical question: "Why does the Jiang family have to make a profit of 1500 in these three days?"

"Does 1500 mean anything?"

The cobbler who had been walking around suddenly stopped and stared at him.