Liu Wengen picked up his backpack and searched for fresh trampled marks along the way, looking for Zhong Kui.

The road in the mountain village is the most difficult to walk in the morning. Even if it doesn't rain, the dew overnight will wet the road surface. The road surface is sticky yellow soil. Once it is wet, it will be sticky like maltose.

Liu Wengen, who was exhausted from walking, almost had the urge to scold his mother. Just as he was getting angry, he suddenly heard a bustling noise coming from a hundred meters ahead.

Liu Wengen liked liveliness the most. When he heard the noise, his spirits were lifted. He pulled the strap of his backpack and ran forward. Although he didn't know where he was at this time, he felt that there should be someone ahead of him.

A market, otherwise where did this bustling sound come from?

When he started to feel energetic, he felt numb when he walked. Liu Wengen swung his legs and walked forward with rapid strides. When he reached a high hill, he looked up and looked up. This sight made him even more delighted.

The lower end is indeed a simple farmers' market.

The market is not big, but it is very crowded. There are agricultural products and fragrant corn pancakes along the market. Smelling this irresistible aroma, Liu Wengen's stomach immediately made a 'gurgling' sound in protest.

Grandma's, the bastard kid who had been looking for it for a long time was already hungry. Liu Wengen took out a two-yuan bill without hesitation and said to the farmer selling pancakes: "Here are two pancakes. You don't need to change the rest of the money. Give it to me."

Pack it up." Having said that, it's impossible to use up all the money, no matter what, there will always be two left.

Liu Wengen took the change from the farmer brother and put it into his pocket. Swallowing his mouth full of saliva, he stared intently at a simple peasant woman flipping the golden pancakes in the pancake pot in a daze.

The farmer selling pancakes didn't say anything, and just silently wrapped the pancakes for Liu Wengen. Then he wrapped the two pancakes with a piece of oily tissue paper and handed them to him, then turned around and immersed himself in the shouts again.

Liu Wengen was eating pancakes and walking around the market. Looking at the colorful crowds of people crowded in their ranks, he felt sincerely: This is the feeling of being alive. It’s really like staying in a no-man’s land.

Creepy.

Liu Wengen went shopping for a while and bought a hairpin worn by women. This hairpin was very delicate and beautiful. He bought it to give to his future girlfriend.

It stands to reason that Liu Wengen came from a big city, why did he have to buy a worthless hairpin in this remote mountain village market? Don't underestimate Liu Wengen, he is a budget-conscious person. You can see this kind of hairpin in the city.

, the price is several times more expensive than what you see here, so why not? You can save money and buy something you like.

Liu Wengen walked happily from the market place. Although he loved to join in the fun, he couldn't forget the business because of his temporary fun. He had to find Zhong Kuicai quickly. The master didn't give him much time. He wanted him to be there.

The task of exploring Menling Village was completed in just three days.

Before Liu Wengen finished finishing the steamed bun he was holding, he saw Zhong Kui walking hurriedly from the front.

Is Zhong Kui here? Isn't he in Menling Village?

Zhong Kui was indeed from Menling Village. When he woke up, he had no idea that this was the Menling Village he had longed for.

But facts speak louder than words. When Zhong Kui finally walked into the lifeless village, he saw the scene he least wanted to see.

The houses in the village were severely decayed, crooked, and in ruins, which all made him sad. The only thing that still stood firm on the base of the house was the cold stone walls that looked like tombstones.

The vanilla disappeared, the villagers disappeared, and even the reservoir that raised them disappeared. It turned into strange-looking willow trees. Zhong Kui rushed into the village like crazy, searching from house to house, house to house.

He yelled until his throat was broken and no one answered him. He only saw a dilapidated house with photo frames of dead people wrapped in black gauze.

A fine layer of dust rose up from the road in the village and rolled under Zhong Kui's feet. The sun rose slowly and hung high in the sky. The sun was still the same sun and the sky was still blue. But the village had completely changed.

Or it was a dream. Zhong Kui would rather still have that terrible nightmare in the tomb.

Zhong Kui wandered around the deserted village like he was lost, and finally came to the forest in front of Vanilla's house. The small forest had grown into a large forest. The path leading to Vanilla's house was overwhelmed and was completely covered by the well-growing woods on both sides.

It was covered and turned into a dark path that disappeared into the woods. At the invisible end of the path was Vanilla's house.

The house was about to collapse and was covered with waist-deep weeds. The feeling of desolation filled Zhongkui's mind mindlessly. His nose became sore, and hot tears flowed down his eyes, flowing on the face that had lost his smile.

On the face.

Zhong Kui's tears were like a stream, slowly flowing into a thin line. Standing in the wind, he stared at the house for a long time, reluctant to leave. He seemed to see the sound of Vanilla coquettishly telling his father from the house.

, I heard that Vanilla was lying in bed and humming a song she wrote and directed.

The wind in the forest behind him was blowing the tree branches, and the slight sound they made when they touched each other seemed to match Zhong Kui's miserable mood at the moment. But Zhong Kui felt keenly that there seemed to be a strange set of eyes staring at him from behind.

View from the back.

Zhong Kuilai turned around quickly and stared into the dark woods behind him like a torch. Wherever his eyes glanced, a rapidly flashing shadow disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhong Kui followed a few steps hurriedly, his brain thinking rapidly, and he thought to himself: Is there someone in the woods? Or was he blinded and couldn't see clearly? He secretly guessed that he ran into the woods with a sprint.

But apart from the shadowy branches of trees, there was not even a shadow of a ghost in the woods.

Zhong Kui feebly walked out of the woods in front of Vanilla's house, and what he saw was still devastated. When he came to the place where the reservoir used to be and was now covered with strange willows, the absent-minded pestle stood there.

Looking at the strange-shaped willow trees, Zhong Kui suddenly remembered what happened last night. Was what he saw last night real or fake? Thinking of what happened last night, that face automatically appeared in his mind. That face

The face disappeared in front of his eyes, that is to say, disappeared into these strange willow trees. Is there really a fairy or something? At this point, he walked towards the strange willow, held the stem of the strange willow with his fingers, and found that the entire trunk of this strange willow was

It's wet.

Zhong Kui touched the trunk of the strange willow tree and turned around again to look at the path extending to the entrance of the village. Many questions arose in his heart. After he lost his footing and fell into the tomb, what major event happened in the village? What happened in his dream alone

One-sided situation, he still can't deny the life and death of Vanilla.

Zhong Kui frowned and thought deeply; if people in the village are really dead, the place where so many people are buried should be the cemetery.

Zhong Kui came to the cemetery in the village, where he lived for two years and one month. He looked at the graves one by one, the number of tombstones, and compared the bones lying in the cemetery.
Chapter completed!