Wen Zhong took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket, looked at it for a moment and then put it back into his pocket.
According to the three generations of the Ye family, this yellow paper letter was originally called "The King of Hell's Poster", and all these "King of Hell's Posters" were sent by Ping'an Inn.
"Only one month to live." Wen Zhong frowned, then turned his attention to the surrounding villages.
The three of them followed the path into the village and walked into this gloomy village. The whole Baiyang Village gave people a feeling of being there. It was obviously right in front of you, but you just couldn't feel its existence.
Very weird.
Wen Zhong even faintly felt a stinging pain coming from the center of his eyebrows. It was not suppressed, but a kind of induction. This was the induction between Li Gui and Li Gui.
The architectural structure of the entire Baiyang Village seemed to him very strange. There were no mud houses like the ones unique to mountain villages in his impression. Instead, they were all modern tile-roofed houses and even small villas. If the building hadn't climbed up
It was so full of vines that he almost thought there were still people living here.
"Let's look around first. It seems that the four of them have also entered this village. Why don't we see them?" Wen Zhong said.
"I haven't seen it either. Anyway, please be careful." After Wang Muyou finished speaking, he looked in one direction of the village and walked over.
For him, moving alone is a commonplace matter, and the constraints on his moving alone will be smaller.
"Boss Wen, what should I do?" Dai Zhibin scratched his head and asked,
Wen Zhong watched him fall into a brief thought. Although the ghost controlled by Dai Zhibin was very fierce, he was still a newcomer to the supernatural world and lacked experience.
If you just let him act alone, I'm afraid it will harm him.
After a while, Wen Zhong said: "You'd better follow me first, or you can go to the surrounding houses to look for any clues about this Baiyang Village."
"Looking for clues?" Dai Zhibin looked at the surrounding houses, nodded and said, "No problem, then I will stay in these houses. If you need anything, just use the intercom to call me."
"Well, if you meet the other four people, remember to contact them at any time. They are not as easy to talk to as Wang Muyou and I."
Seeing what Dai Zhibin said, Wen Zhong stopped insisting and checked the communication function of the walkie-talkie. After confirming that there was no problem, Wen Zhong walked towards the other side of the village.
The walkie-talkie was a special walkie-talkie prepared by Wang Muyou before they set off. Mainly to prevent signal shielding, the walkie-talkie made of gold was specially prepared.
Wen Zhong was walking in the village, and the surroundings were quiet. Except for the occasional sound of wind blowing fallen leaves, there was no noise, not even his footsteps could be heard.
"This is very interesting. This village looks peaceful on the surface, but it cannot withstand the slightest scrutiny." Wen Zhong began to think about it, and he was analyzing it through the only clues he had.
"This is simply like... induction, as if this village wants us to notice these anomalies. This is against common sense and does not conform to the behavior of ghosts."
"No, that's not right. There's no need to worry about this village. What we should be looking for is a way to enter a supernatural place, rather than worrying about the information about this village. It's almost putting the cart before the horse."
Just when Wen Zhong was thinking, he suddenly felt a stream of cold air blowing against his ears. This stream of air was very weak but close at hand, as if it was lying directly on his shoulder and blowing into his ears.
"who is it!?"
Wen Zhong raised his ghost hand and twisted it behind him, but when he turned around, he found that there was nothing behind him, only a few fallen leaves slowly falling to the ground.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Wen Zhong frowned, and the flesh between his brows tore instantly, and the bloodshot ghost eyes hidden under the flesh emerged, aiming directly at the nearest house to him.
Without saying a word, he strode over and unceremoniously raised his hand to open the door of the residence.
The old metal door was twisted into a twist by him and was thrown directly to the grass beside him. Everything in the residence was displayed within his sight.
But there was nothing unusual. There was nothing inside except dusty furniture.
"Gulu——"
The ghost eyes kept turning between his brows to look at the residence, but he still found nothing. Everything around him seemed very normal, but this was the biggest abnormality.
Walking out of the residence and looking at the extremely quiet village, Wen Zhong couldn't help but think of Zhao Jian, wondering whether the other party was in trouble because he underestimated this kind of tranquility.
The information on the second stage of the ceremony was very scarce, and the information he had at hand could not be connected at all. At present, the only way to find clues was to find clues in this Baiyang Village.
But there wasn't even a ghost in such a big place, so where should he look for clues?
"Do you want to look inside the residence? The residence just now was very suspicious. The sinister wind seemed to be blowing from that residence, but the doors and windows were all closed when I went there..."
At this time, Wen Zhong remembered what Professor Ochiai said that was very reasonable, that is, those who look for complete rationality in supernatural events must have their brains kicked by a donkey.
With this in mind, Wen Zhong returned to the previous residence. Looking at the dusty furniture and rotten, spoiled fruits and vegetables, he frowned and quickly began to sort out useful clues.
However, Wen Zhong didn't seem to realize that he had begun to have a connection with the village unknowingly...
While he was searching for clues about Baiyang Village in full swing, Wang Muyou came to the mountain behind Baiyang Village. In front of him was a pool of water, exuding a cold atmosphere.
"Could this pool be the road to a supernatural place?"
Wang Muyou scratched the water twice with his short knife, then picked up a stone from the side and threw it towards the pool.
"Plop——"
The stone quickly submerged into the water and sank. The cold atmosphere became more intense at this moment, as if the stone thrown by Wang Muyou broke some balance.
But soon, everything returned to calm.
"Well, that's a little strange."
There was obviously something wrong with this pool, but for some reason, he couldn't tell why.
For a moment, Wang Muyou looked at the pool and fell into deep contemplation.
If you look down from above at this time, you will find that his shadow reflected in the water has spread out at some point, completely rendering the entire water in the pool a dark color.