The private school teacher only recorded the story and results of the incident, but did not write down where it happened. I think people in that era still had a vague idea of ​​region. This is not like now, by turning on the mobile phone and looking up the map, you can know the geographical situation around you within a radius of hundreds or even thousands of miles. Too many people may not have left the sky where they live in their lives in their entire lives.

"Pu" Wang Jingzhe put down the bowls and chopsticks, picked up the cup and drank water, smoked a cigarette, picked up his cell phone and called Huang Jiulang. It was early in the morning, but the other party quickly connected.

"You just arrived yesterday, so call me today. It must be not a report on the results, but you want to come to me if you have something to do?"

"I'm very dissatisfied with the word report." Wang Jingzhe frowned while biting the cigarette mouth. His tone was that he regarded himself as his subordinate.

Huang Jiulang laughed and said he was used to it. Then he asked him what was wrong. Wang Jingzhe said, "I will send you my position now. Starting from where I am, send the map of all the nearby villages, villages and towns. Please do not miss it in detail. Even the villages that have disappeared should be marked out."

"Okay, wait, I'll let someone deal with it now, I'll pass it to you later," Huang Jiulang said simply.

"Haha, your attitude towards doing things is really good, it's quite executable."

"There is no way, I beg you to do it, and you must satisfy you. Otherwise, if you give up the blame for me, isn't that the trouble still me? I will remember you if this matter becomes."

"Oh, Lao Huang, if you can keep this rhythm of dating with me forever, then our relationship will always be in the honeymoon period. Be more sincere and less routine, right?"

"Haha, what's the big deal to improve when you know your mistake?"

"I know a little bit..."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Jingzhe spoke to Yuan Zhenxing and waited, then he got up with a cigarette in his mouth while moving his legs and feet. At this time, people have basically been around. Like most villages in the mountains, most of the young and strong laborers here have gone outside the mountains, leaving behind them are elderly people, children and some women. They live almost uncontested life, resting at sunrise and sunset. Life is dull and real. Although it is full of monotony and silence, what you cannot deny is that this small village with green mountains and green waters that has not been completely influenced by the secular world is undoubtedly very clean.

Wang Jingzhe walked around and saw an old man sitting on the ground under a thatched house, knitting a bamboo basket in his hand. He walked over and squatted down, glanced at the other party's yellowed fingers, took out a cigarette from his body and handed it to the old man.

The old man stopped his work, looked up at Wang Jingzhe, then grinned in kindness and showed a mouthful of loose teeth, and took the cigarette he handed over. Wang Jingzhe saw that the other party was not wearing ethnic minority clothing, and probably he might be from a Han family, so he started chatting.

"Is uncle an old man in this village?"

"I was born here and I have never been out in my life." The old man said a very confusing Chinese language. He could understand it if he listened carefully, and it seemed to have a little smell from other places.

Wang Jingzhe asked in surprise: "Your accent doesn't look like those from the Guizhou-Guangxi region?"

"Isn't my hometown? I'll go up to four or five generations. I fled from Guanzhong. There are about dozens of people in the tribe. When I saw a village, I tried to stay. The strong people here are all kind, and in addition, there are few people in their village, so I took us in."

Wang Jingzhe said "Oh" and asked, "That's been many years, right?"

"It's been hundreds of years, and I never went out after I came here. In those days, the ancestors didn't want to be arrested and served in the military, so they just hid here and didn't even go out. They could rely on the mountains and rivers to eat water. Anyway, they couldn't starve to death, and they could survive."

"Have you seen this kind of word, or have you ever encountered it nearby?" Wang Jingzhe took out his cell phone and handed over the slaughtered article he had taken.

The old man glanced at it, shook his head and said, "I don't know each other."

Wang Jingzhe thought for a while, then asked, "It's quite a bit off here. Have you ever encountered anything unclean?"

"In the mountains, there will always be uncleans, and you can still encounter them occasionally." There are many weirdos in the mountains. It is not uncommon for people who live in the mountains to meet lonely ghosts or other things. However, as long as you stay too far away from home or walk alone on the mountain road alone at night, there is nothing big happening.

Then Wang Jingzhe showed the green corpse to the other party and asked if there was any legend about the hundred ghosts. He basically didn't know what to do when asked about this. Wang Jingzhe couldn't say how disappointed he was. If he could find out so easily, it would be quite outrageous.

Not long after, Huang Jiulang sent the nearby map over. Unexpectedly, he still used military maps, which was much more comprehensive and detailed than Gaode and Baidu.

From the map, it extends to the surrounding area with him as the center point, with dozens of villages of all sizes. If the range is wider, there are more than a hundred. This made Wang Jingzhe feel numb and his scalp suddenly became numb. Huang Jiulang also gave him a message, that is, although the map is detailed, there may be some omissions, and their records may not be very comprehensive.

After struggling for a night, and not having enough preparations, Wang Jingzhe and Yuan Zhenxing returned to the riverside and walked back on a bamboo raft. They planned to rest, then bring equipment and supplies, and then go back deep into the mountains to investigate.

Because the soul of the man died, only knows where the approximate location of his collision with the Hundred Ghosts was. Another thing is that he could not determine whether the Hundred Ghosts' Night Walk appeared fixedly, so it was unrealistic to wait for the rabbit to wait. They thought it would be better to visit the village by the Liujiang River in Xiadu to see if they could find someone who knew Zhawen or find the village written by a private school teacher. Since Zhawen is so awesome, those who understand it will naturally not let it be lost, and it should be passed down from generation to generation.

Instead of waiting, it would be better to have a carpet-style search.
Chapter completed!