After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

The official person in charge is not clear about the Baizhihu case.

One is because the Baizhi Lake accident happened a long time ago. At that time, he was still an ordinary worker, not the person in charge, and the information he could learn was limited.

It is also because the death of the entire village in Baizhihu that year was shocking, but the whole process was actually progressing slowly.And because it is located in a remote place, the outside world does not know the specific situation there, so at the beginning, it did not attract attention.

The change in Baizhi Lake began more than twenty years ago.

The first death was that when the villagers went home drunk, they stumbled and fell into the nearby lake.

If there is anything strange about it, it is just that the drowned villager sank to the bottom of the lake after drowning without any weight on his body, and did not come up.

It was his family who found that he hadn't come home, and after searching for him for several days, they found one of his shoes in the grass by the lake, and then salvaged his body in the lake.

At that time, all the family members of the villager stood by the lake and watched his swollen and deformed body being carried ashore. The old man was so shocked and sad that he died on the spot.

The young child in the villager's family cried unceasingly and developed a high fever that night.

On the day the villager's body was buried for funeral, his youngest son died of high fever.

It is unlucky for a family of old, middle and young to hold funerals at the same time, no matter where they are placed.

But the family bereavement was just an accident no matter how you look at it. The chain tragedy caused by drunkenness not only made his family's pillar of the shadow puppet master disappear, but also took away the young children. Anyone who saw it couldn't bear it. There is nothing wrong with it.

Therefore, the villagers could only hold their noses and bear it, without saying anything.

However, the death of the first shadow puppet master was like turning on the death switch in the village, and accidents followed one after another.

This is a village with the same surname, and everyone in the village is surnamed Bai. The ancestral grave is on the mountain not far from the village. When you get off the highway, you can see the mausoleum and cemetery built on the mountain.

When Southwest shadow puppets flourished to the extreme, many scholars and tourists who came here to study shadow puppets would have to spend high tickets to visit the Bai Family Cemetery under the guidance of villagers. Scholars regard the cemetery as a place to study funeral customs in Southwest China. Therefore, tourists have no choice but to think that they are here to witness the history of shadow puppets.

However, the villagers surnamed Bai at that time did not expect that every ticket they sold would eventually become bricks and stones for building their own tombs.

Southwest shadow puppets have really become history in this cemetery.

——People in the whole village died one after another.

When the funeral procession of the first drowned villager passed by the lake, the strong wind blew the fire in the brazier onto the filial cloth, and the coffin-carriers turned into burning men, and jumped into the nearby lake in a panic.

Because several people were not familiar with water, when the villagers hurriedly rescued them, one person had already drowned, and the others also died after returning home.

The funeral, which was originally grandly organized, was messed up because the corpse in the coffin fell into the water again, and someone died at the funeral, so it ended sloppily.

The whole village surnamed Bai began to crowd out and isolate the initial bereaved family, saying that his family must have messed with something and that they are here for revenge, so everyone who is close to his family will die.

The family members of the shadow puppet master were sad and indignant but powerless. Every day when they went out, they would be looked down upon by the villagers. Whether it was farming in the fields or daily life, they were bullied by the villagers.

What was even more frightening was that the survivors of the villagers who carried the coffin but died also came to the door, crying day and night.

One morning, other families suddenly discovered that there was no smoke rising from the family's yard.

After opening the door, I found that the remaining daughter-in-law couldn't bear the long-term pressure, bought pesticides, killed her family and then committed suicide.

The whole family was wiped out.

The first reaction of the villagers surnamed Bai was—that's great.

The family that would bring bad luck are all dead, and the rest of the family will be safe.

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this matter was over.

Unexpectedly, all kinds of accidents followed.

First, another shadow puppet master was accidentally pierced through the eyes by a wooden stick while tanning leather, and died. Then other shadow puppet masters accidentally fell into the stove while burning the stove and burned to death. Yes, having nightmares in the middle of the night and screaming that someone was coming to him for revenge, so he ran out of the house and accidentally drowned...

All kinds of accidental deaths are so many that even the official responsible person is eye-opening. He never expected to die like this.

Within a year, the entire village quickly declined, and almost all the people who had mastered the art of shadow puppetry died.

And the few scattered people who were still alive also fled the village in a hurry overnight.

But after these people ran out of the village, they died in accidents one after another in other cities and towns in the next few years.

As a result, the entire Bai surnamed village, almost the whole village was wiped out.

In the records, the only one who survived was the inheritor of the shadow puppetry who had already announced his retirement and kept refusing to see outsiders because of his poor health.

The official person in charge had heard about the origin of the name Baizhihu, but it was the first time he had seen all the deaths of Baizhihu in such a specific and intuitive way.

Even if he was in a special department, he couldn't help being shocked.

Because these incidents were not coherent when they happened that year, and there did not seem to be any connection and time continuity. In addition, the village surnamed Bai was relatively exclusive and conservative, and refused to allow outside forensic and investigation teams to intervene. For the most part, it is unacceptable to conduct an autopsy on a dead body, thinking that it is an insult to the dead.

The villagers agreed that even if the person died by accident, it was bad luck or something in the mountains was offended, and they should look for a witch, not some investigator.

Facing the group of villagers with the same surname, plus the fact that the cause of death was indeed an accident, there is a high probability that homicide was ruled out, so the outside world is also very helpless.

Only one person who handled it at that time felt that something was wrong, so he kept an eye out, pretended to be a tourist going there, spent a lot of money from fellow villagers, and got a lot of words.

But even if these words seem wrong, they cannot be used as evidence, so the person who handled them had no choice but to file all the files in their hands, sort out all the death events according to time and social relations, and weave them into A huge net intertwined horizontally and vertically was presented in front of the official person in charge.

But even so, the person who handled it back then told the official person in charge not to have too much hope.

"You also know that the villages in the Southwest generally have one village and one surname, and they have their own set of habits. They don't say anything about xenophobia, and they don't depend on the outside world. Therefore, the information in many villages cannot be updated in time, even if they visit the village on the spot. Investigation may not necessarily lead to the truth.”

On the phone, the person in charge smiled wryly: "Although the records registered in the official system now show that there is only one old man left in that village, the newcomers will not come out to register on purpose. Do you want to know remotely? impossible."

"When I went to the village, I met a young man surnamed Zheng, obviously from another village, but there was no record of him at all. So even if you see the record, it may be wrong and incomplete .The deaths of those people even if we feel something is wrong, but if we want to go back.”

He sighed: "It's too difficult."

The official person in charge listened quietly, and thanked in a deep voice.

He didn't expect that Baizhihu, which was named after death, would cover up these intricate origins, and he was a little dazed for a while.

The death of White Paper Lake itself, coupled with the particularity of the Southwest...

A guess suddenly emerged in the mind of the official person in charge.

He speculated that since something happened in the underworld that caused the underworld to fall into evil, and with the incident of Binhai University, could it be that the souls that died in the village surnamed Bai were not picked up by the underworld in time, and have been wandering around in place, becoming Lonely souls and wild ghosts have formed evil spirits.

In addition, Director Zhang Wubing's physique of striking ghosts is why the whole village has not had any accidents for more than [-] years after the entire village was wiped out. .

The official person in charge remembered the two Taoist priests who went to the Shadow Puppet Museum but disappeared, and he called Song Yichang in deep thought: "I remember that many human-shaped objects will attract lonely ghosts with nowhere to go. Is that true?" ?”

Song Daochang, who had just left the Jingang area where it can be frozen into popsicles, ignored the terrified eyes of the passengers next to him and asked, "For example?"

"Many utensils used by the dead many times during their lifetime, or funerary objects, ghost utensils, can also temporarily accommodate the dead soul."

Song Daochang: "Although many statues or other items that are highly similar to people can indeed contain dead souls, in fact, in recent years, there have been fewer and fewer human statues that can do this. After all, most of them are products under the machine assembly line. .”

"If you want to contain a soul, first of all, the object itself must contain a human soul. That is to say, in the situation you mentioned, two prerequisites must be met at the same time. One is a human form, the higher the similarity, the easier it is. There is another , that is, it must come from the hands of a craftsman, the more skilled the craftsman is, the more time it takes to make the item, the easier it will be."

As he was talking, Daoist Song suddenly felt blessed and realized what the official person in charge was referring to.

"Could it be... a shadow puppet?!"

The official person in charge was silent for a long time, and answered Song Daochang in disguise.

Song Daozhang's face was not very good-looking: "If it is a shadow puppet, it is very possible. Shadow puppetry is a shadow play in the first place, and it is the best choice if you want to accommodate the souls of the dead."

Just at this time, the official person in charge and the rescue team had arrived near the Shadow Puppet Museum. He sighed a long sigh, and sent all the information he had to Master Song, and then got out of the car to have a look Condition.

Song Yichang looked at the phone whose screen had been blacked out, and his serious and gloomy face was reflected on it.

And... terrified neighbors.

The passenger swallowed, and asked in a trembling voice, "Master, do you mean that plastic mannequins will be possessed by ghosts?"

He looked like he was going to pass out, the flesh of his double chin was shaking.

Song Daochang: "?"

Song Daochang thought it was his voice that had disturbed his neighbor, so he apologized to that person apologetically.

Unexpectedly, the neighbor seat grabbed his hand and cried, "Master, save me, I don't want to die!"

The passenger sitting next to him told Song Yidao about his affairs like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

When he was young, he was in the clothing business, but the quality was too good but the styles were ugly, so he closed down soon, and the unsalable things were piled up in the warehouse for ashes, and then forgotten all these years.

Until half a year ago, he suddenly remembered the land of his warehouse, so he planned to pack up the things inside and sell the land.

Unexpectedly, when the workers were moving the plastic model that had been discarded for many years, the weight of the model was much heavier than expected, so they accidentally dropped it.

Pieces of rotten meat rolled out of it, with a lot of bones mixed in.

The passenger sitting next to him tremblingly said: "After asking the jurisdiction, I found out that a group of kidnappers died in the warehouse more than [-] years ago, but because I was not there at that time, I couldn't be contacted, and I didn't Knowing this... Although after inspection later, it was said that the mannequins were all wild dogs, not human, but I still feel something is wrong."

"The plastic model has no holes at all. How did the meat get in? Besides, who is sick? I really can't imagine doing such a boring and disgusting thing."

The passenger said: "I always feel like those plastic mannequins lived and ate wild dogs. But when I told this to others, they all sent me to see a psychiatrist, saying that I was frightened."

"But it's really not!"

Fearing that Chief Song would not believe him, the passenger hastily told Song Chief about all his experiences in the past six months.

When he came home, he saw the artwork humanoid sculptures at home, and felt that the sculptures seemed to turn their heads and look at him.

When I was sleeping in the middle of the night, I could always hear the heavy rubbing sound from the living room. I thought that a thief had entered, but I went out to take a look, only to find that the sculpture had moved by itself.

Not only that, but he felt that his son was always looking at him with the figurines he was playing with.

Once my son yelled that the figurine was lost from the box, but after watching the surveillance, he found that the figurine ran under his bed.When the whole family lifted the bed, they found that the figurine was indeed under the pillow he usually slept on, and the decorative long sword in his hand was inexplicably opened, pointing at his head.

He was startled into a cold sweat.

All kinds of weird events in his life were about to drive him crazy. When he went to see a doctor, the doctor didn't believe what he said. He only thought that he was under too much pressure and had hallucinations.

He had no choice but to prepare to go to the Haiyun Temple in Binhai City from his hometown. He heard that it was very effective, so he wanted to ask for an amulet.

"It started half a year ago? The kidnapping case more than [-] years ago?"

Song Yichang was taken aback for a moment, and quickly looked at the message in his hand.

Sure enough, Taoist Ma told him that the ebony statue lost in the Taoist temple was taken away from Baizhi Lake by students half a year ago.

And more than [-] years ago...it was the kidnapping case of sister Xie Lin.

The passengers were still watching Song Daochang anxiously, like a terminally ill patient waiting for a doctor's sentence, wondering if he could be saved.

But Song Daochang suddenly realized——

Maybe he went to the wrong shooting location, not really.

The purpose of his trip was to meet this passenger and get information from him that could not be investigated before.

It's really... misfortune and blessing.

Song Yichang shook his head lightly, with a smile on his lips.

He squinted his eyes and sighed in his heart, no matter how people calculate, they can't be counted as seeing all the avenues.Perhaps it was Dao Dao who couldn't bear to see things go into a dead end that led him to take this trip and met the correct answer.

"Don't be afraid, I am a Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple, do you want to see my Taoist certificate? Tell me about your affairs in detail..."

Song Daochang patiently comforted the frightened passengers.

On the other side, after talking with the official person in charge, the handler sat on the chair for a long time before getting up and stretching his waist to relax his sore shoulder and neck.

The lights were on in the room, it was dark early, it was already dark outside, and the curtains were drawn.

While thinking about Baizhihu, he always felt as if he forgot to tell the official person in charge about something, but he couldn't remember it, so he could only pace back and forth in the room with his coffee in his hands, thinking.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped by the window, and his shadow was cast on the curtain.

He remembered that when he was in the village that year, he seemed to hear a woman whose family members were all dead, muttering in a somewhat crazy way, "She is here for revenge. She will kill us when she comes back. The family’s gold and silver have to be returned, and those who owe his family’s life will take the whole family’s life.”

But the surrounding villagers quickly dragged the crazy woman away, saying that she was in a bad mood after being stimulated and was talking crazy.

As the villagers said so, they tore off the gold necklace from the crazy woman's neck and put it in their pockets.

The mad woman didn't notice this, she just muttered indistinctly, "The carpenter shouldn't be here, it's all the fault of Master Bai, it's all his fault, the carpenter shouldn't be here, the Zheng family is a villain." Ghost" or something.

However, he didn't hear the crazy woman's words mixed with saliva and dialect at that time, he just thought he heard it wrong.

Do you want to talk to the person in charge about this?

The person in charge looked down at the mobile phone on the table with some hesitation, but reached out to send a message on the mobile phone.

It might not be right, but it's safe to say.

He thought so, but because his back was facing the window, he didn't notice that the figures reflected on the curtains had changed from one to two.

He was alone in the room.

But on the curtain, besides the shadow with the head bowed to pick up something, there was another figure with stiff limbs and two blushes on his pale face, like a shadow puppet being pulled into action.

It raised the wooden stick in its hand high, and then swung it down.

"boom!"

Blood spattered on the white curtains.

……

"Master Ma and the others disappeared under that archway in the end."

The Taoist priest who was left outside the Shadow Puppet Museum told the official person in charge of everything that happened before.

The reason Daoist Ma and the others let him stay here is that if something happens to them, there will still be someone who can pass on the news to the outside world, so as to prevent the latecomers from repeating the same mistakes.

The more the official person in charge listened, the more serious he looked.

After seeing it on the spot, he realized that the situation here was more serious and dangerous than what he heard on the phone.

"Are those graves?"

The official person in charge pointed to the two columns of steles behind the archway.

The Taoist priest shook his head: "I have seen it, it is the monument of meritorious deeds of those who donated money to build the museum."

This is also common.

When everyone raises funds to build ancestral temple bridges and roads, they always engrave the names of those who donated more. It is also a means of attracting fundraising, and many Taoist temples also do this.

However, the official person in charge squinted his eyes, and under the increasingly dark sky, he vaguely saw something on the land in front of the steles.

He was about to step forward to see clearly, when the Taoist chief grabbed his arm worriedly: "Although the archway is considered to be the boundary now, this conclusion has not been verified and confirmed, and now that the boundary line at night has passed, the ghostly aura has begun If it rises, there is also the possibility that the scope of evil spirits will expand."

"Master Ma and the others still have the power to protect themselves, but you are in charge."

The Taoist priest paused for a moment: "Be more careful, if something happens to you, a lot of work will be put on hold, just like Nanming Mountain at that time."

The official person in charge reluctantly made a gesture of surrender, saying that he would never cross the line, just to see.

"However, Daoist, don't you feel that the soil in front of those steles seems to have been turned over?"

He pointed to the stele and said, "Why do I look a bit like a bone..."

Hearing this, the Taoist priest took two steps forward worriedly, and checked from a long distance outside the archway.

After seeing this, the Taoist priest was startled: "It seems...it really is!"

The soil in front of the stele was not solid. If you look carefully, you can still see some white things buried in the soil, with a corner exposed.

Obviously these steles were erected decades ago, and no one has visited the museum for many years. Logically speaking, it should be a piece of compacted land, but at this time it seems that someone has just been turned over.

Or, something below wants to come out, so it turns over the compacted soil itself.

the most important is……

"After Daoist Ma and the others disappeared, I checked here, and everything was normal at that time. Why did this kind of thing happen after the sun went down?"

The Taoist priest looked at the stele in a daze: "How could it be..."

"There are still photos on the stele?"

The official person in charge raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Although the Taoist priest said that this is a merit monument, this format does indeed look like a tombstone."

The Taoist priest's heart sank all the way, and his hands and feet felt cold.

He found that the stele did change before and after the sun went down.

Under the dark sky, it really looks like a dilapidated cemetery. There are portraits hanging on the tombstones, but they are different from the common lettering in the cemetery.

It is not an epitaph or a family member's mourning, nor is it a record of his achievements during his lifetime.

Rather, it is a list of evil things done during his lifetime.

The one at the top of the list is that they participated in the persecution and tragic death of a family.

Every stone tablet has exactly the same narrative.

The Taoist leader felt that this place was more like a trial from the judge of the underworld than a cemetery.

However, since the underworld collapsed and ignored it, a certain existence full of hatred made a judgment and executed it on its own.

……

"Here we are. Walking in front of here is Uncle Bai's house, and next door is my house."

Zheng Shushu enthusiastically led the way, and after entering the village, he also helped guide the people who didn't know the way in the village.

Sure enough, following the path that Zheng Shushu said, they spent much less time. They quickly crossed the field, walked in a straight line to avoid detours, and entered the village directly.

At this time, the sky was just getting dark, the sun was setting, smoke was rising from every household, and the smell of food was also coming out.

Not far away, the voices of people are intertwined, there are also the laughter of children, and the sounds of chickens, ducks, geese and dogs are mixed together, so that the mountains and fields do not seem dead, but full of life.

Seeing this scene, the guests and Zhang Wubing who had been tense all the time breathed a sigh of relief.

When they walked over, they were worried whether the carpenter named Zheng Shushu might also have problems, and might lead them to the wilderness.

When they saw the outline of the village and the rising smoke from the kitchen in the distance, they also worried whether it might be an illusion.

They didn't feel relieved until they entered the village and really felt the thick atmosphere of life around them.

But what followed immediately was the guilt of wronging a good person.

Master Zheng kindly helped them lead the way, but instead they suspected each other...

With such a mood, everyone even smiled more enthusiastically towards Zheng Shushu. He said a word, everyone responded, and never let the words fall to the ground.

"Okay, it's getting late, you guys hurry up, Third Uncle Bai should be home right now."

Zheng Shu smiled and waved his hands: "If there is anything wrong, I will live next to you. You can come to me, and I can hear you calling me in the yard."

Zhang Wubing quickly responded.

Because there are a lot of them, and they are not locals just by looking at their clothes, so when they were talking to Zheng Shushu, many children who were playing wildly in the field and muddy approached curiously, watching them chirping and asking questions. various problems.

There are also shy children who hide behind and dare not go forward.

Zhang Wubing squatted down with a smile, softened his voice and talked to the children.

He was still habitually digging out his pockets to coax the children with candies, but when he put his hands in the pockets and touched an empty area, he suddenly remembered that all the logistics supplies were on the car, and they had no luggage or various items. Supplies, let alone sugar.

Zhang Wubing smiled apologetically at the children, but the children didn't feel anything, instead they jumped around them and walked to Third Uncle Bai's house together.

"Kids, I want to ask you something, have you met the inheritor grandpa?"

Zhang Wubing recalled the successor who had been placed several times by the director team but failed to see anyone, so he lowered his head and asked, "Is he at home now? Didn't he go to see a doctor in the county a few days ago?"

The child blinked: "Grandpa Bai? He's been here all the time."

As he said that, he pointed to a magnificently built house not far away: "Isn't that the home of Grandpa Bai?"

Zhang Wubing took a look, and sure enough, the house was exactly the same as the photo taken by the director team, it seemed right.

But at the same time, he also realized that since the child said that Master Bai was always at home, it seemed that when the director team came, he didn't want to see outsiders at all, so he just asked for a reason.

I heard before that the only remaining inheritor would not see visitors behind closed doors. When other shadow puppet artisans came to find him, they also went back with a touch of ashes.

When Zhang Wubing was doing the preliminary work, he heard some people complaining that this master Bai didn't want the shadow puppet to be passed on at all, and all kinds of styles were going to be lost.

At that time, Zhang Wubing also spoke for Master Bai, saying that since he is the inheritor, how could he have the heart to watch the inherited culture disappear?There must be some misunderstanding in this, there can be no such thing.

But when Zhang Wubing really came here by himself, he suddenly had a similar feeling.

Maybe... it really is.

Although cultivating a disciple who can inherit the inheritance is extremely labor-intensive, most of them have to be cultivated from a young age.

But now that the Baizhihu shadow puppetry has weakened to the point that there is only one inheritor left, even a few more apprentices who are not good at learning skills are better than nothing.

If it is another cultural inheritance with only one person left, there is a high probability that they will try their best to find good disciples and increase exposure, so as to increase attention and continue as much as possible.

But just seeing Master Bai's house, the gray building that seems to be covered with a layer of gray, seems to show the owner's mood, telling Zhang Wubing that Master Bai just doesn't want to save the Baizhihu shadow puppet.

The heavy lock wrapped around the gate even gave Zhang Wubing a feeling that Master Bai seemed to be wishing that he would die soon and that the Baizhihu shadow puppet would be lost.

How could this be?

Zhang Wubing was a little angry at Master Bai's behavior, but he didn't understand it.

Yan Shixun just raised his eyelashes calmly, except that Zhang Wubing unconsciously pretended to be cute when talking to the children, and he was so disgusted that he almost got goosebumps, he didn't have any extra thoughts on this matter Emotions.

"That's someone else's choice. He is an adult, he knows what choice he has to make, and he also knows that he has to bear the consequences of his choice."

Seeing his thoughts from Zhang Wubing's undisguised expression, Yan Shixun said lightly: "No matter what choice he makes, it is his freedom. If you don't know everything that happened to him, don't Arbitrarily making decisions for other people's choices."

Zhang Wubing had tears in his eyes: "But Brother Yan, I don't understand..."

"Then there are too many things you can't understand."

Yan Shixun's face was not disturbed at all, he had been walking all over the year, traveling all over the country, seeing too many people and things, he had already seen different stories in the world.

He is very clear that no matter how others look at it, it cannot replace the person involved in making a choice.

"If you were to experience the same thing as that person, maybe the choice you made would be more decisive than him."

Yan Shixun sneered, and took the lead to walk to the courtyard of Third Uncle Bai's house next door: "Everything that happens in the world is normal, Zhang Wubing, not everyone is you, many lives were even deprived of life at birth Power, like Chi Yan's child. Extremely evil and extremely good, everything is possible."

"You don't understand this sentence, you are qualified to say it after you have really experienced and seen all the things in the world."

Yan Shixun saw Zhang Wubing standing there dumbfounded, looking like he was going to cry or not, his eyes were red, so he had no choice but to raise his chin, pointed at the gate of Third Uncle Bai's house, and said, "What are you thinking? Still not going to knock on the door? Didn’t you book the house, and they don’t know me.”

"It's so cold outside, you want everyone to stand outside?"

Only then did Zhang Wubing come back to his senses, and ran over embarrassedly.

As soon as he knocked on the big iron door, someone inside answered, "Who is it?"

You can also hear the sound of someone walking towards the ground stepping on their shoes.

It was a gray-haired man who opened the door, dressed like a villager.After he saw so many people outside the door, before Zhang Wubing could say anything, he suddenly understood.

"Oh! You are the one who booked the room before, right?"

Uncle Bai quickly pushed open the big iron gate, and warmly welcomed everyone to go inside: "Come in, come in, it's cold outside."

"Oh, I was wondering just now why you didn't come, and I was worried that you would go back on your word. You didn't think our side was interesting so you didn't come. I almost thought that the money I got was going to fly haha."

Third Uncle Bai smiled and said, "Bedding and other things have been prepared for you, and the room has been cleaned, waiting for you to come."

After everyone walked in, Third Uncle Bai checked the number of people, and said strangely: "Huh? It seems that the number of people mentioned earlier is wrong?"

Zhang Wubing hurriedly said: "The others didn't come because they had something to do, and we were delayed for a while on the way, so we came late."

Third Uncle Bai quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, anyway, if you give the money, you have the final say haha."

"Are you hungry? After getting off the expressway, the road on our side is not easy to walk. It's still so cold this season. You sit down first, and I'll make you something to eat."

Third Uncle Bai enthusiastically walked towards the kitchen, and reminded everyone loudly: "Your room is on the second floor, and the whole floor has been cleaned for you. You can pick whatever you want."

Zhang Wubing responded repeatedly, but because Third Uncle Bai mentioned the wrong number of people, he remembered the other people who did not join them, and worried.

The yard of Uncle Bai's house is a typical farmyard. In addition to growing some vegetables, he also raises chickens and ducks.

But it should be because of the winter, the vegetable field is empty now, only the chickens and ducks see people, and they shrank in the corner a little afraid of life.

Although everyone was not in the mood to visit the yard to play with the chickens and walk the dogs, but seeing such a place full of life, they were somewhat relieved.

After relaxing, everyone felt tired and hungry. The exhaustion that had been forcibly suppressed by willpower due to tension before surged up.

An Nanyuan even felt that he could just lie down on the ground and fall asleep right now, so tired that he didn't even want to move his mind.

"Finally I can rest."

Lu Xingxing sighed, and walked upstairs with his arms dangling.

Although his wounds allowed Ye Li to help him stop the bleeding, Ye Li's strength was full of ghost energy after all, and he couldn't directly help him recover. The weakness caused by the blood loss before was still there, and he was so tired that he couldn't even open his eyelids opened.

Yan Shixun stood at the door, his gaze swept across the courtyard inch by inch, without letting down his vigilance.

In his field of vision, the yard was clean, no different from ordinary villagers' homes, and there was no trace of evil spirits.

Yan Shixun looked sideways at Ye Li, who also shook his head lightly.

This made Yan Shixun frowned.

"Obviously I'm still in the shadow puppet show, but the village is so normal..."

Yan Shixun fell into deep thought, making up his mind to pay more attention.

And in the majestic building not far away, behind a side of glass, an old man with white beard and hair bowed his waist, stood silently with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the lit courtyard, but his face was a little dazed.

He remembered what the young man said just now, and his mood was complicated for a while.

Lost... Can it be understood?