After walking around the village, I didn't find anything special.

Everything was peaceful.

But this calmness made Yang Jian feel a little uneasy.

After all, the information shows that there is indeed a supernatural incident here. It is absolutely impossible for any company to use false news to bring the group of people from Yang Jian and Xiaoqiang Club to come.

Simply deceiving has no meaning and will only bring endless trouble to yourself.

"There must be something unusual here. Maybe I didn't find it. It's better to ask someone for a question." Yang Jian said in his heart.

He came to the back of the village without realizing it.

At this moment, an old man in his early sixties was taking care of his own vegetable garden.

Yang Jian walked over and said hello: "Uncle, where are you growing vegetables?"

The old man looked back and continued to be busy with his own affairs.

"Uncle, I am a person who comes here to visit in the city. I want to ask you, why does this village look like there are no people, and there is still funerals at the entrance of the village... Is something happened?" Yang Jian asked.

"Get out~!"

The old man replied with a very unfriendly attitude.

“…”

Yang Jian twitched his lips, and he was not angry, and continued to ask: "Uncle, do you know how the person at the entrance of the village died? He was young and had a good appearance. It was a pity to die like this."

"Get out~!"

The old man spoke clearly, and the word "roll" was calm and powerful, as if he had been tempered after thousands of hard work.

"Uncle, can't you just talk about it? Do you just say this word?" Yang Jian asked.

"You little kids get out of here, don't you see your uncle very busy?"

The old man looked at Yang Jian with his eyes squinted, his attitude was not only unfriendly, but it was simply bad.

Yang Jian thought for a while and pulled out a hundred yuan from his pocket: "Three questions, one hundred yuan, how about it?"

When the old man saw the hundred yuan, he was stunned for a moment, then he threw down the seedlings in his hand in agile movement, ran to Yang Jian, and took away the hundred yuan at a very fast speed, and then smiled and said, "Which child from which family is really promising? If you want to ask, please ask, Huang Gang

There is nothing in the village that I don’t know.”

The power of money is indeed powerful.

Yang Jian sighed in his heart and asked, "Uncle, this Huanggang Village has always been so deserted, but has it been like this recently?"

"It has always been like this. The young people in the village have gone to the city to buy houses and lively. The village is more lively during the Chinese New Year and the festival. Usually, we are the elderly people in the village." The old man said.

"Has something strange happened in Huanggang Village recently?" Yang Jian asked again.

"Nothing strange." The old man shook his head.

Yang Jian said: "Which family died in the mourning hall at the entrance of the village?"

"I don't know." said the old man; "There is no such person in the village, maybe it is a relative of which family."

Don't know?

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment. A man died in the village and was holding a funeral, but the old man didn't even know him.

This is obviously unreasonable.

According to normal rural customs, any family that dies must spread everywhere.

"Actually, what I want to ask is whether it is possible for your Huanggang Village to be... haunted recently?" Yang Jian finally asked straight to the point.

Haunted?

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he was a little incredible, but then he rubbed his fingers again, looking like he was a strong hint.

“…”

I almost forgot that this is the fourth problem, but I didn't expect this old man to be so real.

Yang Jian gave him another hundred yuan.

The old man then spoke, "Every year, people in the village say that they are haunted. They have been making trouble for decades, but they have never seen anything. Look at the young man, you are like a book student. Why? Do young people like to listen to ghost stories now?"

"That's not, I just ask casually." Yang Jian said casually.

He was a little disappointed.

I feel like I haven't got anything useful.

Is there really a supernatural incident in this Huanggang Village?

"By the way, uncle, do you have any place to stay here? I want to stay here for a few days." Yang Jian asked.

"There is a room in my house that is empty, and it costs 100 yuan a night, so can't you stay there?" said the old man. He started a business with Yang Jian.

that's all.

He stayed there for the time being, no, he should have rented it at the old man's home.

This old man is named Liu Genrong, and he is one of the left-behind old people in this village.

I heard that his two sons live in Dachang City and will only come back if there is something wrong with the family. As for his wife, she died last year.

"Three days, I only plan to stay here for three days. If nothing happens within three days, I will return to Dachang City and settle the score with Sun Lihong."

"Even if there are really supernatural events here, if the ghost is really hidden deep and does not intend to show up, I don't have the time to search slowly. After all, I don't have the time to spend it all the time."

With this idea, Yang Jian fell asleep in the room of Old Man Liu Genrong's home.

The revived restlessness of the evil ghost made him sleep not very stable.

He was always in the pain of being tortured, his whole body was paralyzed as usual, and he felt something in his body was constantly taking over his body.

This feeling is very strange and can't be said.

But just when Yang Jian was sleeping.

A weak, powerless cough suddenly sounded downstairs.

"Cough, cough cough."

The sound seemed to appear at Liu Genrong's gate.

The sound instantly made Yang Jian, who was lying on the boat, suddenly open his eyes.

"Is this...that sound during the day?"

"Wait, something is wrong, someone has gone upstairs." Then Yang Jian's face suddenly changed, and he heard a heavy footstep sound from the entrance of the stairs.

He lives on the second floor of Liu Genrong's house, while Liu Genrong lives next door.

In other words, there is no one on the first floor.

Moreover, it was dark outside and the door was locked, so even if someone else could not walk in.

"No, it's so unlucky. When is it bad? It's time to be at this time." A cold sweat broke out on Yang Jian's forehead.

He is now paralyzed and cannot move.

"Tread, step ~!"

Heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor.

From far to near.

And it can be clearly judged by the sound that a person is walking down the stairs to the second floor.

Step by step, no more steps, no less steps.

It seems to be slow to move.

Yang Jian tried to look in the direction of the gate. His head could not move, but his eyes could turn a little.

But... I can't see clearly.

There was no light outside the window, and he couldn't see the direction of the door at all.

Suddenly.

The heavy footsteps in the stairwell stopped.

The thing came to the second floor.

At this moment, Yang Jian didn't care about how this thing came in and where it came from. He only cared about whether the thing at the door was looking for him... or Liu Genrong.

Of course, it may also be found randomly.

However, the structure of the house in the countryside is simple, and the two doors on the second floor are opposite.

If it's really random, Yang Jian has half the chance of not being selected.

"Wait, that thing doesn't seem to come in."

Suddenly.

He heard footsteps outside the door again.
To be continued...