He looked to be no more than forty or fifty years old. There was a clearly visible scar on his face, from his forehead to his chin, like a horned dragon, which gave his face a ferocious look in the night.
I just looked at him and felt an inexplicable tremor in my heart.
My subconscious seems to be telling me that this person is not ordinary.
And this feeling has never happened even to old lunatics and old smokers.
Even, I don’t know why when I saw him, I felt that he was the person that the old smoker was talking about, even though I still had some unreasonable fear in my heart.
I nodded and asked: "Do you know the old smoker?".
He didn't answer me, he just looked me up and down and said, "You can call me Uncle Ghost."
"We can't stay here too long, let's go."
After he finished speaking, he left without looking back, shouting at the same time, "The deceased is gone, don't disturb his dreams."
"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful about the fire."
"Boom!"
After finishing his words, he struck the gong in his hand again.
I followed him closely, and the abnormal coldness inexplicably decreased a bit, making me feel a little more comfortable, except for being a little hungry.
What surprised me a little was that he had no intention of stopping and resting, and he didn't seem to have any idea of taking me to where to stay. Instead, he took me around Fengling Village.
Round and round.
As a result, I almost understood the environment of Fengling Village.
Just as the old drunkard said, there are indeed only twenty or thirty people left in the entire Fengling Village. The reason why there are only five houses illuminated by candlelight is because only five people are still healthy, and the others are all intact.
He is blind.
And it's not like the man I just saw who was blind in one eye, but a real blind man who couldn't see anything.
Of course, a blind man doesn't need to light a fire.
This also made my heart become complicated, and I was a little confused as to what happened to make almost all the remaining people in Fenglung Village blind.
I couldn't help but ask again: "Uncle Ghost, what else happened in Fengling Village?"
"Didn't I say that the incident happened a hundred years ago?"
"how……"
"The real people in Fenling Village have died long ago." Uncle Ghost said calmly.
I froze for a moment.
"Dead?"
Uncle Gui knocked the gong again and finished shouting that sentence before saying: "These people are all from Fengling Village who came later."
"Most of it is to find the truth about what happened back then."
"Just because of some reasons, they can only stay here."
"You mean, they are the descendants of the outsiders who were killed in Fengling Village?" I was a little surprised, and at the same time glanced at Uncle Gui, "Are you too?"
Uncle Gui nodded slightly, and when he saw my question, he explained: "I am the village guard of this generation of Fengling Village."
I was stunned for a moment and stopped subconsciously.
The old smoker said that the village guards have five shortcomings and three shortcomings, and they lack souls and souls. It was also because of this reason that I had to go out to look for things to replenish my life, but no matter how Uncle Ghost looked at it...
It doesn't look like there's anything missing.
Seeing me stop, Uncle Ghost seemed to understand what I was thinking and lifted up his left trousers. I took a look and took a breath.
Uncle Ghost's left foot had long since disappeared and was supported by a piece of wood. This made me wonder how he managed to walk without any discomfort.
When I was stunned, Uncle Ghost lifted up the clothes on his left hand again. There was no doubt that the inside was still supported by wood. Only then did I notice that he was not holding the gong, but hanging it.
"I'm pretty lucky."
"Although he was born without his left hand and foot, his mind is still clear."
Uncle Ghost said unconcernedly.
My mood is a bit complicated.
If it were me, most likely I wouldn't be so optimistic, but looking at him, he didn't seem to care about his physical condition at all.
Seeing my silence, Uncle Ghost didn't say much on this topic. Instead, he looked at me and said, "Old Smoker asked you to come here to hold the coffin, right?"
When I heard the words "Suppressing the Coffin", I didn't think much about it. I nodded slightly and said, "The old smoker asked me to come."
"That's right." I smiled bitterly, "When the old drunkard heard me talking about the coffin, he immediately kicked me out."
"I still don't know where the coffin is."
However, Uncle Ghost didn't seem surprised that I was kicked out by an old drunkard. He knocked the gong again and then said: "The village guard of Fengling Village from a hundred years ago is buried in the town coffin."
"In the early years, many people tried to search and learn the truth about what happened back then from the body of the village guard."
Speaking of this, Uncle Ghost's eyes flashed with a look of reminiscence.
"It's just that no matter how hard those people searched, they couldn't find any clues about the coffin."
"Not only that, everyone who wanted to find the coffin later paid a price more or less."
"Or die."
"Or disabled."
My eyelids twitched, and I immediately understood that the people Uncle Gui was talking about were, of course, old drunkards and those who were blind.
And this also made me feel a little disappointed.
They can't find the coffin, and it's like this now, so where can I find the coffin?
Uncle Ghost seemed to see what I was thinking, and said again: "Since it is the old smoker who asked you to come."
"Perhaps you can find the coffin."
I smiled bitterly and said a little depressed: "You don't know where the coffin is, how can I possibly find it?"
"Ghost boy."
Just then, a familiar voice came.
I looked over subconsciously.
But the old drunkard came behind us without knowing when.
Uncle Ghost also frowned slightly.
"Old drunkard, if you don't stay in the house well, what are you doing out here at this time?"
"Aren't you afraid that something will go wrong again?"
But the old drunkard didn't take it seriously and said: "After so many years, if you deserve to die, you should have died long ago, not less than this time or twice."
The old drunkard walked up to me and said, "This guy is here to hold the coffin."
"Are you sure you want to keep him?"
Uncle Ghost fell silent.
After a moment, he said calmly: "We have been here for so many years, and we don't even know where the coffin is."
"Even if he is here to suppress the coffin."
"It may not be possible to find it."
The old drunkard sighed slightly and said, "I have lived enough. If I die, I will die."
"But other immortals may not have the same ideas as me."
"What if something happens..."
The old drunkard glanced at Uncle Ghost and said, "You can't end this."
"You'd better think clearly."
"Take him out now."
"You still have time."
The old drunkard looked at me again.
This sight gave me goosebumps, and I subconsciously turned my head to the side.