"Is this for you on the 4th?" Wen Zhong frowned and subconsciously wanted to tear up the ticket Dai Zhibin was holding.
According to what Baiyang said in the village, this news was really unlucky. He didn't believe that the woman had such good intentions. The value of this ticket alone would make the ghost controller crazy.
Give it to someone else for free?
Of course, it is a no-brainer. If it were Wen Zhong, he would have to get ten or eight ghost candles to exchange them.
This number 4 was given to Dai Zhibin for free. If the other party had not tampered with this ticket, he would not believe it even to death.
This woman was very dangerous. Although he had promised Su Changguang to give her a message, it was better not to have contact with her if possible.
Dai Zhibin also noticed something strange about Wen Zhong. Although he was not good at dealing with supernatural events, but in terms of his ability to observe words and emotions, he was better than Wen Zhong, not even a little bit better.
Immediately, he handed the ticket to Wen Zhong and asked in a low voice: "Boss Wen, shouldn't I take this ticket? I see you are all collecting this thing, so..."
"It's nothing. Since she gave it to you, take it." Wen Zhong said lightly: "In addition to giving you this ticket, did she say anything else?"
"Let me think about it, I remember she also said that you can use this ticket to go to that square." Dai Zhibin thought carefully while banging his head on the puppet.
"Is it Baiyang Square?"
"That's right, it's Baiyang Square. She said you can just go there with your ticket," Dai Zhibin said.
Wen Zhong nodded, took out a water-soaked map from his arms, observed it carefully, and after confirming the specific location of Baiyang Square, he took Dai Zhibin and left the pool together.
Along the path, the two people returned to Baiyang Village.
There was heavy fog along the way, and there were twisted ghost figures wandering around in the shadow of the thick fog. From time to time, there would be a low roar, whether it was a human or an animal.
Fortunately, all dangers were noticed in advance by Wen Zhong using his ghost eyes, and the two of them returned to Baiyang Village without any danger along the way.
Comparing the map, after bypassing several dilapidated houses, he finally saw Baiyang Square, which was already covered with moss.
"Here we are, right here." Wen Zhong looked at the desolate Baiyang Square with some doubts in his heart, but considering No. 4's special identity, he was still prepared to explore here.
Speaking of which, it was the same thing when I was in the cemetery before.
He thought that there would be some clues in that cemetery, but it was actually a passage leading to a supernatural place. Could Baiyang Square this time be the same as that cemetery, a passage leading to a certain place?
"Boss Wen, why is there nothing here?"
Dai Zhibin said: "Could it be that the woman was wrong? In fact, we should go to Baiyang Station or something like that. It doesn't look like there are buses or taxis."
Wen Zhong said: "I don't know, let's wait here."
Just stand at this moment.
Suddenly, a burst of black smoke arose from all around. It was dark and dense, and it enveloped the entire Baiyang Square in an instant. The surrounding area gradually became dark, and a crisp ringing sound suddenly sounded in the darkness.
"Dingling, dinging-"
The sound came from far to near, and at the same time, there was a series of footsteps. It seemed that someone was running towards Baiyang Square. The speed was very fast, and a human silhouette could be seen emerging from the black smoke.
"Smell, smell boss, what is this?" Dai Zhibin was a little surprised. The black smoke just wrapped around Baiyang Square and had no intention of spreading in.
"I don't know." Wen Zhong's face froze, and the ghost eyes between his eyebrows kept turning left and right, trying to see clearly what was outside through the black smoke.
However, he failed.
Even the ghost pupils seemed to have been given anesthesia, almost closing, and could only be forced to open and look around.
Suddenly, Wen Zhong felt a burning sensation coming from the mask in his arms. He took it out and saw that the mask had completely changed color.
"Boss Wen, what's going on?"
"You have some ability to judge for yourself, see for yourself." Wen Zhong said, putting the mask in his hand close to his body, and instantly he felt that something was blocked by this mask.
The ghost eyes were revitalized, and he seemed to be able to clearly see what was hidden in the black smoke.
next moment.
Two skinny figures emerged from the black smoke, and behind them they were each pulling a dilapidated rickshaw, which looked exactly like the human-powered two-wheelers from the Republic of China.
"It's something from the Republic of China period, it's interesting."
Wen Zhong touched his chin. He looked at the two rickshaws quietly and didn't know what he was thinking. On the contrary, Dai Zhibin, who was standing aside, was startled.
Because these two rickshaw drivers are really too weird.
They were wearing an khaki cloth, and their arms, legs and heads were covered with dirty white cloth strips. Their exposed skin was shriveled and skinny, sticking tightly to their muscles. They looked like two bodies.
Mummy.
If you look closely, you will see that the faces of the two rickshaw drivers still have an old timetable taped on each of them, and the handwriting on the timetable has been worn away so that the details cannot be seen clearly.
"Dingling, dinging-"
The two rickshaws were placed quietly on the spot, with a bell tied to the handlebars, which kept making a crisp and sweet sound, as if urging the two of them to get on the bus as soon as possible.
Dai Zhibin swallowed when he saw this, straightened the mask on his face, and then walked towards one of the rickshaws without saying a word.
Seeing this scene, Wen Zhong twitched his lips and walked towards another rickshaw.
As he approached, he felt that the temperature around him gradually dropped, and the ringing sound on the rickshaw became louder and clearer. However, the rickshaw driver still stood there without saying a word, and when Wen Zhong approached, he did not make any sound at all.
Reaction.
Finally, Wen Zhong came to the side of the rickshaw.
Immediately, the rickshaw driver bent down stiffly and put the two handles on the ground, giving Wen Zhong room to get on the car. At the same time, his other hand slowly stretched out in front of Wen Zhong.
Even just looking at this action, Wen Zhong felt very awkward, but it seemed that this rickshaw driver was used to it, and he quietly waited for Wen Zhong to hand her the ticket.
"Wait a minute, I want to know are you a human? Or a ghost?" Wen Zhong stared at this strange coachman with squinted eyes.
Its face was completely covered by the timetable, but there was no movement at all on the piece of paper, as if it were really a mummy that had been dead for a long time.