Soon, the two of them came to a house again, like a copy of an old woman's house. The house surrounded by big trees still looked dilapidated and gloomy, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

There was still an old woman sitting at the door of the house. The only difference was that next to the old woman, there was an old man smoking a dry tobacco while listening to the old woman's scolding.

The two people are obviously more popular than the other.

Sun Jiao seemed not so scared, so she took the initiative to step forward: "Old man, is there anyone in the village named Xie Yang?"

The straightforward question attracted the attention of the two old men. They looked at each other, and the old man shook the ash on the soles of his shoes and said, "Are you?"

Seeing that there was a chance, Sun Jiao's smile became more obvious: "We are Teacher Tang's students and Xie Yang's junior brother."

"Teacher Tang?" The old man thought for a while: "It seems that a teacher Tang came to Xiaoyangzi a long time ago and advised him to continue studying."

"Yes, yes, Teacher Tang has been here."

The old man nodded, looked at the old woman next to him, and said, "Xiao Yangzi is dead, he died shortly after Teacher Tang came."

Sun Jiao was stunned and subconsciously looked at Ling Tian.

Ling Tian was seen for no reason. What do you think of me? I should think of you. You said that Teacher Tang met Xie Yang not long ago.

Shaking his head depressedly, Ling Tian crossed Sun Jiao and looked at the old man with confusion: "Old man, but Teacher Tang only met Xie Yang not long ago."

"I guess I admit my mistake."

The old man lowered his head and began to fill in the tobacco, but Ling Tian narrowed his eyes slightly.

This old man is lying. Generally speaking, when I hear someone who has seen a dead person, I cannot be so calm, without even the least doubt or curiosity.

But why did this old man say that?

Thinking of the old woman just now, he felt a vague feeling that it seemed that no one here wanted them to see Xie Yang.

At this moment, there was movement coming from the path beside it.

Ling Tian turned his head and saw a man who looked about 50 years old walking over with a large bundle of firewood on his back and began to greet him from a distance.

"Second uncle, I put the firewood in the kitchen."

The old man glanced at Ling Tian and the others, stood up and walked towards the person who came: "Okay, okay, put the woodshed."

As he said that, he walked over quickly, looking like he wanted to help.

As the visitor and the old man walked into the woodshed side, the old woman who had been sitting there stood up and slowly walked into the woodshed.

Looking at the empty courtyard, Ling Tian was speechless.

What a fucking thing?

"Sun Jiao, let's go, go to the next house to ask, Sun Jiao, Sun Jiao."

"ah?"

After screaming a few times, Sun Jiao responded suddenly as if she realized the truth, her face was full of confusion and she didn't hear Ling Tian's words just now.

Ling Tian rolled his eyes and repeated, "What are you thinking? Let's go and go to the next house to ask."

"Oh, oh." Sun Jiao agreed repeatedly, but her feet did not move, and her eyes were still looking at the location of the woodshed, not knowing what to think.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Tian looked at the woodshed curiously. There were no three people in the dark door opening.

Sun Jiao withdrew her gaze, thought for a while and lowered her voice, "The person who picked the firewood just now looks so familiar."

“Familiar?”

"Well, very, very much like Xie Yang, and Teacher Tang also said that when he saw Xie Yang again, Xie Yang looked even older than him, and looked like he was old."

"Have you met Xie Yang?"

“See photos.”

Ling Tian pursed his lips and used his eyes to indicate the direction of the visitor.

"Let's go to the corner in front to wait. Even if it's not Xie Yang, you can ask where Xie Yang is."

He didn't believe Sun Jiao's words. Xie Yang is only in his 30s at most and is less than 40 years old. But the man just now said he was 50 years old, but because he was carrying so much firewood.

If he only saw people, even if he was 70 years old, Ling Tian felt that he would believe it.

But as he said, even if it is not, it doesn’t matter. You can still ask Xie Yang’s Xia Luo.

Walking around the corner, Ling Tian stopped and looked at the house just now with his body hidden beside a big tree.

The reactions of these old men were so strange that he could not do so.

After about ten minutes, the old woman who had entered finally walked out of the woodshed and kept looking around while walking. Seeing that there were indeed no figures of Ling Tian and the others, she greeted the woodshed.

Soon, the old man and the person who was carrying firewood just now walked out together. Along the way, the old man had a stern face, as if he was educating the person who was carrying firewood.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the old man let the firewood picker go after the old woman's persuasion.

The person who carries the firewood probably got used to being scolded. After bent down and thanked, he slowly walked back to the road.

"Xie Yang."

Seeing the firewood picker approaching, Ling Tian suddenly spoke. The man subconsciously turned back to Ling Tian, ​​as if he found that his behavior was wrong, so he quickly turned his head and continued to move forward.

I didn't expect that he was really Xie Yang.

Ling Tian was stunned for a moment, and saw Xie Yang walking out nearly ten meters before he realized, and hurried forward.

"Xie Yang, wait."

"I'm not Xie Yang, you're looking for the wrong one."

"Are you looking for the wrong one?"

Ling Tian was about to speak, but Sun Jiao, who was on the side, squeezed her eyes at him and interrupted her words: "Last time you met Teacher Tang, Teacher Tang took a photo, you were Xie Yang."

Sun Jiao was just cheating on her identity, but Xie Yang didn't know that. He stopped when he heard her words and murmured to himself: "Tang, Teacher Tang, how can he take photos?"

The tone was very puzzled and depressed.

Seeing that the other party admitted his identity, Ling Tian naturally changed the topic: "Xie Yang, can we talk? Don't worry, it won't be delayed for too long."

Xie Yang hesitated for a moment, looked around alertly, nodded and said, "Okay, come with me."

Ling Tian and Sun Jiao looked at each other, with a hint of joy on their faces, and hurriedly followed Xie Yang's footsteps toward the path on the side.

Just as the corner was turning, a black shadow suddenly flashed in Ling Tian's eyes. He turned around and found nothing. He had to hurry up and follow Sun Jiao's urging.

When the three of them disappeared around the corner, a hunched figure walked out from behind a big tree, which was the old woman Ling Tian and his two met for the first time.

The three of them didn't know about all this. Under Xie Yang's leadership, they walked for about half an hour before they stopped by a secluded small pool.

The house has long been gone, and there are no traces of the path except the weeds they have trampled on.

Along the way, Ling Tian even wondered if Xie Yang wanted to find a secluded place to kill someone to silence him.

Obviously, Xie Yang didn't have such an idea. He pointed to the smooth stone on one side: "You guys sit there."

After saying that, he sat down on the stone beside him. It was obvious that he was very familiar with this place.

But why do you have to go so far? Isn’t it just a matter of saying a few words?

Ling Tian was full of doubts.
Chapter completed!