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"what!"

A piercing scream blasted the quiet bus into a pan full of hot oil.

"It turned out to be a mission related to the evil god!"

"How could we be so unlucky!"

"I'm really going to die this time..."

……

Zhou Yan ignored the noise and quietly looked at Ning Luan who was sitting in the third row.

When the other people on the bus fell into despair and fear, Ning Luan calmed down, raised his hand and patted his face vigorously, and shouted: "Don't be afraid, it's just my inference, it may not be true! "

Ning Luan's words slightly eased the fear in everyone's hearts, and the shouting in the bus gradually subsided, leaving only sporadic weeping.

Now is not the time to inquire about news, Zhou Yan looked away from Ning Luan, lowered his head to check the signal of the mobile phone, and after seeing that there was still no service, he put the mobile phone into his coat pocket.

"I know why they're so scared."

It was the long-haired young man sitting next to him talking again.

Zhou Yan didn't say anything.

A few minutes later, a light fragrance mixed with smoke and fire wafted into Zhou Yan's nose, and it was a young man with long hair leaning over.

"I guess they won't be in the mood to solve mysteries for you for a long time to come."

Out of the corner of his eye, the corners of his brows and eyes were full of eagerness, as if he couldn't wait to answer the question, but he couldn't hear the slightest worry when he spoke, making people suspect that the expressions on his face were all fake.

"If you don't seize this opportunity and get out of the car, I really don't want to answer your question."

Does he want to answer now?

This person is really teasing him.

Zhou Yan: "No, let's ask about suicide."

Compared with being teased by him, it is better to spend more time waiting for others.

"hiss--"

The bus stopped and the doors opened.

The driver who had been silent all the way turned his head to look at them, and finally said, "It's time to get out of the car."

The people in the front row didn't move.

Not yet time to move?

Zhou Yan tried to move, moved a little to the seat next to him, and covered most of the seat with the hem of his clothes.

Now that he can move, Zhou Yan got up and moved back, only to find that the hem of his clothes was pinned to the chair by the long-haired young man.

Zhou Yan looked over coldly: "What are you doing?"

Young man with long hair: "Don't worry, they are waiting for someone."

"How do you know?" Zhou Yan regretted after finishing speaking, and looked ahead with a cold face, "Pretend I didn't ask."

"Because I'm not here for the first time."

The long-haired young man dragged his voice, his voice was so soft that only Zhou Yan could hear what he said.

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment.

He guessed that the long-haired young man might not be here for the first time, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to tell him so early.

Zhou Yan inexplicably had the illusion that as long as he asked, the other party would answer everything.

"Are you the guests who came to Hongwa Village for tourism? I'm here to pick you up."

The voice came from a distance, Zhou Yan raised his head and saw a middle-aged man wearing a red hat standing on the steps of the bus door, waving the red flag in his hand at them.

"Di-"

As if some kind of switch was triggered, cell phone notifications sounded one after another in the bus.

Zhou Yan took out his mobile phone and saw that there was a number one in white on a black background on the app icon of the Horror Recycling Field. When he clicked on it, it was a message from the official account of the Horror Recycling Field.

"Dear Terror Recycling Yard users, welcome to Hongwa Village to visit the mountain and wild scenery. Hongwa Village will provide you with a week-long perfect service. I wish you a pleasant journey and happy every day!"

It's really like the text messages received from different places when passing the scenic spots on the high-speed railway.

"Do you understand?"

The voice of the long-haired young man drifted over.

Zhou Yan: "I can read."

"Just literacy is not enough, and reading comprehension level ten is also required."

Zhou Yan: "..." I just watched you make up quietly.

The young man with long hair smiled and began to translate, and said the most unsuitable words in the most considerate tone: "Welcome to Hongwa Village to visit the terrifying scenery, Hongwa Village will provide you with a week-long life-threatening service , I wish you a miserable journey and an early death and early rebirth."

Zhou Yan looked calm: "Say so many words in one breath, thanks for your hard work."

He is used to horror novels, and a sentence or two can't scare him at all.

As if expecting Zhou Yan's reaction like this, the long-haired young man just looked at him with a smile on his lips, without saying anything.

After receiving the message from the APP, the passengers only cared about how many dangers were hidden in the mission message, and forgot about the problem of the middle-aged man.

Four minutes had passed since he asked the first time, and the middle-aged man holding the red flag asked again: "Are you visitors to Hongwa Village? If not, I will leave."

If he really left, their clue to Hongwa Village would be broken.

The people sitting in the first row suddenly became anxious: "Master, don't worry, we are here to travel in Hongwa Village."

Middle-aged man: "I'll get out of the car and wait for you, and come down after you pack up."

The people in the car have nothing but their clothes and mobile phones, and there is nothing to clean up.

The passengers sitting in the front row got out of the car one by one, Zhou Yan stood up and walked towards the car door unhurriedly.

The long-haired young man was half a step behind him, with a posture of strolling in the courtyard.

The bus stopped beside the national highway, and seeing that the people who got off the bus first followed the middle-aged man to the snack street in Hongwa Village opposite, Zhou Yan pulled his clothes and followed.

Zhou Yan and the young long-haired man behind him were the last to arrive. They were tall, thin, and handsome, and they were particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

The middle-aged man stood up facing the crowd and waved the red flag in his hand: "My surname is Zhang, you can call me Lao Zhang. You have worked hard after a long day of driving. I will take you to the snack street to have a meal and rest. After a while, when it gets dark, I will take you into the village again."

Driving at night is not a good thing, Ning laughed and discussed with Lao Zhang: "Old Zhang, is it not suitable to walk at night? Can you take us to the village now? We are not tired or hungry, and we can wait until we enter the village to eat. "

Lao Zhang refused: "No, the road to the village can't be walked during the day, and accidents will happen, so it can only be walked at night."

Ning Luan immediately confessed: "Okay, I think it's good to go at night."

There is no gate in the snack street, only a wooden archway, the color is very bright, I don't know if it has just been renovated or built recently.

Through the archway, you can see a long east-west street.Lao Zhang held up the flag and led the crowd to turn left and entered a restaurant called Baijia Restaurant.

Lao Zhang went straight to the biggest dining table in the hall: "Sit down first, I'll go find the waiter to serve."

Zhou Yan randomly found a seat and sat down, and the young man with long hair sat on his left.

Zhou Yan tilted his head and glanced at him.

The long-haired young man narrowed his eyes with a smile, "I'm sorry, I admit I'm born, so I can only sit with you."

Zhou Yan: "..." I really can't tell.

There are exactly fourteen seats at a table, and they are full of them.

When Lao Zhang came back, he found that there was no place for him, so he took the flag and went to sit at the four-person table next to him.

After 2 minutes, more than [-] delicious dishes filled the whole table.

There was a table of people, only Zhou Yan and the young man sitting next to him did not move their chopsticks.

"Food is fine." Ning Luan sat on Zhou Yan's right, "As long as you don't say you can't eat it, the food here is generally edible."

Zhou Yan: "I'm not hungry."

Ning Luan asked the young long-haired man again: "Why don't you eat?"

Long-haired young man: "I'm not hungry either."

Ning Luan laughed: "It's such a coincidence, the two of you are destined too."

The long-haired young man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "It's a predestined relationship."

Zhou Yan didn't speak, and took a sip of water from the cup.

"Oh, after talking so much, I still don't know what to call you." Ning Luan raised his water glass and yelled, "A dozen of us are going to stay here for a week. If it's convenient for you, please tell us your names. It's more convenient to call you." .”

After Ning Luan finished reporting his name, he turned counterclockwise from him, and soon it was the turn of the young long-haired man.

When he reported his name, he didn't look forward like other people, but turned his head and only looked at Zhou Yan: "Lu Chenzhao."

As if being burned by his gaze, Zhou Yan raised his head and looked forward without even looking out of the corner of his eye: "Zhou Yan."

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw two more words on the black table between him and Lu Chenzhao.

The Zhou of Zhou Wu and King Zheng, the nightmare of nightmares.

The flamboyant and phoenix dance, the pen is sharp.

"Don't look at it, if you like the words written by dipping in tea..." Lu Chenzhao propped his chin with his left hand, and casually clicked on the edge of the name with his right hand, "I will write better ones for you in the future."

With a blank expression on his face, Zhou Yan stretched out his hand to take out a piece of paper, and wiped off the words that were so faded that they were almost unreadable.

"waste water."

Zhou Yan picked up the water glass to drink water.

Lu Chenzhao reminded with a smile: "Sorry, I forgot to tell you that the words are written with the water in your water glass."

There was no fluctuation in Zhou Yan's heart, he drank the rest of the water, and the water glass was placed under his nose, he was sure that Lu Chenzhao hadn't touched his water.

It was still dark after dinner, Lao Zhang waved the red flag in his hand, led everyone around the snack street, and told them about the customs of Hongwa Village.

Ning Luan reminded Zhou Yan: "Listen carefully to what Lao Zhang said, it may be helpful to complete the task."

Being dragged to such a place to do a life-threatening task, everyone was naturally not in the mood to listen to Lao Zhang's explanation.Even if they reluctantly listened in order to complete the task, few people could listen to it.

Ning Luan stared dumbfounded at Lu Chenzhao holding Lao Zhang's mobile phone to take a photo with the stele, and turned to look at Zhou Yan with emotion: "He's actually here to play, right?"

Noticing that Lu Chenzhao was taking pictures of him, Zhou Yan looked straight over and said, "Well, I'm probably here to risk my life."

At 06:30 in the afternoon, it was getting dark.

Lao Zhang took out a flashlight from his trouser pocket and walked in the front. He led everyone away from the snack street, walked slowly along the dirt road next to the national highway, and turned into a stone road: "The village is a bit far from here, follow me carefully. Don't fall behind."

The stone path is very narrow and can only accommodate up to three adults walking side by side.

The further he walked, the darker the surrounding environment became. As he walked, Zhou Yan, who was walking behind, felt that he could hardly see the light of the front flashlight.

A few shrill bird calls sounded, and someone in front stopped in fear.

Lao Zhang raised his hand very high and shook the flag in his hand vigorously: "Don't stop, we're almost there!"

Five minutes later, Lao Zhang finally stopped, pointed to the small forest five meters away and said to everyone: "Through this forest, you will be Hongwa Village."

The light of the flashlight fell on the edge of the woods.

Standing in the line, Zhou Yan raised his head, and after just one glance, he felt that the forest that Lao Zhang was talking about was very strange.

Every tree in the forest is crooked, thin and long, with a surprisingly large crown. When the wind blows gently, all the trees shake wantonly with the crown, baring their teeth and claws, as if calling for someone's soul.

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