My Thriller Survival Game

"Do you know where he went?" Xu Yang asked quickly.

The old man was holding the talisman and standing at the door. Looking Xu Yang up and down, he asked without answering: "Who are you?"

"He is my second uncle."

As soon as he said these words, the old man narrowed his eyes, something flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xu Yang looked at the old man nervously and expectantly.

After a moment of silence, the old man turned around and went back to the house. As he walked, he said, "Come in and talk."

This time, it was Xu Yang's turn to hesitate.

Standing at the door, Xu Yang looked inside. In the dim room, only one oil lamp was lit. The range of the oil lamp's illumination was limited, and most scenes could not be seen clearly.

The old man looked normal, at least more normal than the other ghosts he met, but the more he looked like this, the more nervous Xu Yang became.

"What are you afraid of? I can quit the game at any time anyway."

After muttering secretly, Xu Yang stepped into the room.

Standing outside, Xu Yang felt that this room was a little weird. After walking in, this feeling became stronger.

There is not much furniture in the room. There is no electrical appliance, not even a TV. The only electrical appliance is a radio placed on the table. The furniture is very old, but it has a sense of history. It is also very clean. After entering the room

, Xu Yang felt like he was back twenty or thirty years ago.

However, the room was covered with talismans, whether it was on the walls, windows, or doors. Although Xu Yang did not recognize these talismans, he still recognized that these talismans came from Buddhism.

Some of them come from Taoism, and many of them are very miscellaneous.

In addition, there are various art works made of bones in the room. Next to the oil lamp, there is an incense burner with curls of smoke rising.

The scent is very unique, a bit like mosquito repellent incense, and a bit like sandalwood. It seems to be mixed with musk. Xu Yang couldn't tell it for a while, but he noticed something. After smelling this scent, Xu Yang felt...

Yang's heart became very calm.

Judging from the layout of the room, Xu Yang thought of the goddesses in movies and TV series, as if their rooms were arranged like this.

"Sit anywhere."

While inviting Xu Yang to sit down, he handed him a cup of tea.

There was no sofa in the room, only a few bamboo chairs with a hand-woven futon placed on the chairs. Xu Yang agreed and sat down, took the tea cup, took a look, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

The tea cup is not made of glass or ceramic, but made of bone. The shape is very special. The tea is just ordinary tea, but there is a faint smell of Chinese medicine in it.

The old man sat down on the couch opposite Xu Yang, looked at Xu Yang who was nervous and curious, and smiled.

The old man is very tall. He is already quite old. He is almost 1.78 meters tall. It can be imagined that when he was young, he was at least 1.8 meters tall. However, he is okay if he doesn't smile. When he smiles, he looks extra special.

It's intrusive, but now Xu Yang is used to it after experiencing many tortures.

"Uncle, you..."

Xu Yang just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by the old man: "My surname is Xiang, Xiang Qianqian."

It also has a historical name!

Xu Yang murmured in his heart, and then said: "Uncle Xiang, do you know my second uncle?"

Xiang Qianjin nodded and said, "I know you."

"How did you know each other?"

"Let me think about it."

Immediately, the old man narrowed his eyes and began to speak slowly.

...

The old people's stories are often trivial and complicated, and Xiang Qianqian is no exception.

Xiang Qianjin is sixty-six years old. His true age is unknown. He used to be a Taoist. During the war, he wandered around in many Taoist temples and temples. He said he was a Taoist, but in fact he was just making a living.

Situations similar to Xiang Qiangqian's were actually very common during those years.

In the 1960s and 1970s, when the four old eras began, temples and Taoist temples were severely damaged. He, who was not considered a Taoist, was forced to give up this business and return to Yangcheng to settle down.

Maybe the Taoist temples he entered were in deep mountains and old forests, and not many people knew him, or maybe he was lucky and was not involved. After traveling for so many years, he also accumulated some savings.

When the developer was developing Liming Community, he spent all his savings and bought a house here in advance.

Buying a house, marrying and having children are all normal things, and Xiang Qianqian is no exception.

The house was bought and the money was paid, but the project was unfinished. After many visits to the house to negotiate with no results, the only developer still alive, who still had some conscience, simply renovated the newly built unit buildings.

At once, let them, the first people to pay for a house, move in.

Because I had a house, I quickly married a wife and had three children. I lived a simple and unpretentious life.

Unfortunately, with the continuous development of the economy, several children have grown up and moved away from here one after another, and my wife has also passed away.

With his wife gone and his children grown up, Xiang Qianqian lives alone. Until now, he has always been alone.

During this period of time, the old man saw many people leaving the community. Most of the people who bought the house with him sold the house. Familiar people left one by one, and only some tenants moved in. As people got older,

, and was unwilling to move. He stayed at home most of the time.

Xiang Qianjin's narration was quite trivial. He frequently mentioned his youth, but Xu Yang interrupted several times before bringing him back to the topic.

According to Xiang Qianjin, when the residents moved in, there was a building manager named Chang, and people called him Building Manager Chang.

Building Manager Chang had lived here for nearly twenty years. One day he mysteriously disappeared, and then the second building manager appeared, who seemed to be his adopted son, also named Chang.

About ten years ago, another resident came to the unit building, named Xu. This person was Xu Yang's second uncle.

After the second uncle came, he had a good relationship with all the residents in the unit building at first, and an even better relationship with the second building manager. But for some reason, one day, a conflict broke out between them and they had a fierce quarrel.

"Why the quarrel?" Xu Yang couldn't help but ask.

Xiang Qianjin shook his head and said, "We don't know the details either."

"What happened next?"

"After the two of them had a big fight, the second building manager left the unit building, and your second uncle also became the new building manager."

"How did he become the building manager?" Xu Yang asked puzzled.

Xiang Qianjin shook his head and said, "I don't know the details. It should have been entrusted to him by the previous building manager."

"Then what? Where did my second uncle go?"

"About three years ago, he took some of the residents and left here, saying he was going to find the previous two building directors, and then he never came back."