"Huh? It's you Zhao Jian, why are you here?" Wen Zhong was also surprised when he saw that the person coming out of the residence was actually Zhao Jian, and the look on his face became a little strange.
Zhao Jian was still in confusion. After hearing this, he immediately said: "Boss Wen, I still want to ask you this. Didn't you ask me to go to Baiyang Village to look for clues about this village?"
"You've been missing for so long, I thought something happened to you." Wen Zhong raised his eyebrows and said, "Does what you said mean that you have always stayed in this village?"
Zhao Jian nodded. He didn't understand why Wen Zhong would say that. He just hadn't contacted Wen Zhong for four days. He didn't expect that the other party would come directly to Baiyang Village.
Without any time to wonder, Zhao Jian quickly told Wen Zhong what he found in Baiyang Village, especially about the rotting corpse.
As soon as these words came out, Wen Zhong's expression became even weirder. He didn't say anything more, he just took out a mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to Zhao Jian.
Zhao Jian took the phone in confusion and looked at it. His expression changed instantly. He saw the date column on the screen of the phone. The date displayed at this moment was already a week later.
To put it in layman's terms, Zhao Jian traveled through time, and he actually traveled to the future.
"Zhao Jian, you." Wen Zhong said hesitantly, "What exactly happened to you in Baiyang Village? How did you end up like this?"
"It's a long story. I'm still confused. I was chased by a fierce ghost before I ran here." Zhao Jian said helplessly.
He actually traveled through time, are you kidding me?
"Forget it, there happens to be a shortage of manpower here, so you can come and help first. This is not going back in time anyway. Just pretend that you slept for a week." Wen Zhong said lightly.
Zhao Jian smiled bitterly and said: "That's all. So, what do you need me to do for you? If it's looking for something, I'm quite good at it, but it's hard to say anything else."
"Looking for something?" Wen Zhong walked and motioned for Zhao Jian to follow: "Of course not looking for something. Have you forgotten what we are best at?"
Zhao Jian asked with some confusion: "What is it?"
"Of course you are burying something. It seems like you have slept for too long." Wen Zhong sighed and increased his speed.
Inexplicably, this feeling was very wrong. Zhao Jian felt that Wen Zhong was a little strange. No, it wasn't just Wen Zhong, he felt that the whole Baiyang Village was a little weird.
"Wen Zhong, where are you going?"
Zhao Jian had a vague feeling that Wen Zhong currently had more information about Baiyang Village than he did. At least the path they were taking now was something he had never discovered.
Wen Zhong didn't speak, but turned his back to Zhao Jian and kept walking toward the depths of the woods.
Soon, as the two of them went deeper, an extremely strong smell of blood came from the depths of the woods.
Before Zhao Jian could say anything else, at this moment, several black shadows suddenly flashed across the woods on both sides, the leaves kept shaking, and the sound of rustling echoed throughout the woods.
Wen Zhong stopped immediately when he heard the voice. He turned his head and motioned for Zhao Jian to hide in the grass with him.
Zhao Jian was a little confused, but looking at Wen Zhong's serious expression, he still did as he was told. The two of them squatted in the grass nearby and observed the surrounding movements.
"No, Boss Wen, what is going on now?" Zhao Jian asked a little strangely. The situation now is getting more and more weird.
"The ghost is coming out. Let's hide here for a while." Wen Zhong said meaningfully.
The two of them stayed here for half an hour. Suddenly, Zhao Jian raised his head and looked deep into the woods. The smell of blood was dissipating.
It's not completely dissipated, but a piece is missing, like a gaping hole. This feeling is hard to describe, as if there is a new road that cuts off the smell of blood.
Suddenly, a highly blurred figure walked crookedly on this path step by step. Its body was wrapped in black mist, and its specific appearance could not be seen clearly.
"There's only one, okay." Wen Zhong stared at the dark and blurry figure with flickering eyes. After a while, the other person left the path, and the surrounding area became calm again.
"What the hell is that thing?" Zhao Jian asked.
"I didn't know that this kind of thing would appear in Baiyang Village every night." Wen Zhong said, "Aren't you here to find information? How come you don't even know about this kind of thing?"
"Maybe the village had not yet recovered at that time. I did not encounter this phenomenon." Zhao Jian scratched his head and said: "Then again, why are you the only one here, Boss Wen? Where are Boss Fang and Boss Wang?
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"Well, they are all inside. You can see them if you walk along this path." Wen Zhong said.
Seeing that the abnormality around them had subsided, Wen Zhong and Zhao Jian returned to the path, preparing to continue moving deeper into the woods.
This time Wen Zhong's speed was much faster than before, and Zhao Jian had to try his best to keep up with Wen Zhong's pace.
He didn't want to follow him, but it was obvious that Wen Zhong knew more than him here, and the surrounding environment was too weird. He didn't know why Zhao Jian always felt that something was not right.
"We're here." Wen Zhong said suddenly.
They came to a dark iron door. The iron door was covered with smelly loess. The door lock was picked open. Under Zhao Jian's somewhat fearful eyes, Wen Zhong kicked open the iron door. Instantly, a wave of
The familiar rancid smell hit my face.
"What is this place?"
Zhao Jian looked at the dim scenery inside the iron gate and the putrid smell that was so strong that it almost turned into substance. He resisted the urge to vomit and asked Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong said: "This is a cemetery. We have killed all the other ghost masters. Now we need to find something to bury them. You are here just in time, so I would like to ask you to help."
His voice was very cold, as natural as killing a chicken. Looking at him, there was a trace of scarlet blood in his eyes, as if he was still unfinished.
"What's wrong? You look reluctant?" Wen Zhong said with a frown.
"Is there any?" Zhao Jian said.
"Yes, are you hungry?" Wen Zhong walked into the cemetery with a smile.
When Zhao Jian saw this, he immediately followed him. For some reason, this cemetery was darker than the surrounding environment and looked extremely eerie. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Zhao Jian only thought he heard the sound of fingernails scratching the coffin board.