Mysterious resurgence

After walking around the village, I didn't find anything special.

Everything is peaceful.

But this kind of calmness made Yang Jian feel a little uneasy.

After all, the information shows that there are indeed supernatural events here. It is absolutely impossible for that company to use false news to let Yang Jian and the people from Xiaoqiang Club come over.

Simple deception has no meaning and will only bring endless trouble to yourself.

"There must be something unusual here. Maybe I just didn't notice it. It's better to find someone to ask." Yang Jian thought to himself.

Before he knew it, he came to the back of the village.

At this moment, an old man in his early sixties was tending his vegetable garden.

Yang Jian walked over and said hello: "Uncle, are you growing vegetables?"

The old man looked back and continued busy with his own business.

"Uncle, I am a visitor from the city. I would like to ask you why there seems to be no one in this village, and there is still a funeral at the entrance of the village. Did something happen?" Yang Jian asked.

"Get out~!"

The old man replied in a very unfriendly manner.

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The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, but he was not angry. He continued to ask: "Uncle, do you know how the man at the entrance of the village died? He was young and had a good appearance. It is a pity that he died like this."

"Get out~!"

The old man enunciates clearly, and each word "roll" is steady and powerful, as if it has been refined thousands of times.

"Uncle, can't you talk about it carefully? Is this the only word you can say?" Yang Jian asked.

"Get out of here you little brats, don't you see your uncle is very busy?"

The old man looked at Yang Jian sideways, his attitude was not only unfriendly, but simply bad.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and took out a hundred yuan from his pocket: "How about one hundred yuan for three questions?"

When the old man saw the one hundred yuan, he was stunned for a moment, then he dropped the vegetable seedlings in his hand with a vigorous movement, ran to Yang Jian, took away the one hundred yuan very quickly, and then said with a smile: "Which kid is really promising? Just ask whatever you want. There is nothing in Huanggang Village that I don't know about."

The power of money is indeed powerful.

Yang Jian sighed in his heart and asked: "Uncle, this Huanggang Village has always been so deserted, but is it like this recently?"

"It's always been like this. The young people in the village have gone to the city to buy houses and live. The village is more lively during the New Year and festivals, and we old people usually stay in the village." The old man said.

"Has anything strange happened in Huanggang Village recently?" Yang Jian asked again.

"Nothing strange." The old man shook his head.

Yang Jian said: "Which family is the person who died in the mourning hall at the entrance of the village?"

"I don't know him." The old man said; "There is no such person in the village. He may be a relative of some family."

do not know?

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment. Someone died in this village and there was a funeral. The old man didn't recognize him.

This is obviously unreasonable.

According to normal local customs, the news of a death in any family must be spread everywhere.

"Actually, what I want to ask is, is it possible that your Huanggang Village has been haunted recently?" Yang Jian finally asked straight to the point.

Haunted?

The uncle was obviously startled for a moment, as if a little unbelievable, but then he rubbed his fingers again, with a strong hint.

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I almost forgot, this is already the fourth question. I didn’t expect this man to be so down-to-earth.

Yang Jian gave him another hundred yuan.

The old man then said, "Every year, people say that the village is haunted. It has been haunted for decades, but I haven't seen any farts. You look like a man who has read a book. What's wrong? Nowadays, young people like to listen to ghost stories. What?"

"That's not true. I'm just asking around casually." Yang Jian said casually.

He was a little disappointed.

I feel like I haven't gotten anything useful.

Are there really supernatural events in Huanggang Village?

"By the way, uncle, do you have any place I can borrow here? I want to stay here for a few days." Yang Jian asked.

"There is an empty room in my house. It costs one hundred yuan a night. Can't you live in it?" the old man said, and he started a business with Yang Jian.

that's all.

He was temporarily staying, no, he was probably renting at this old man's house.

This old man's name is Liu Genrong, one of the left-behind elderly people in this village.

I heard that his two sons live in Dachang City and will only come back if something happens at home. As for his wife, he passed away last year.

"Three days, I only plan to stay here for three days. If nothing happens within three days, I will return to Dachang City and find that Sun Lihong to settle the score."

"Even if there is really a supernatural event here, if the ghost is really hiding deep and not planning to show up, I don't have the time to slowly search for it. After all, I don't have the time to waste it all the time."

With this idea in mind, Yang Jian fell asleep in the room of old man Liu Genrong's home.

The restlessness of Li Gui's revival made him sleep not very peacefully.

He has been in the kind of tortured pain, his whole body is paralyzed as usual, and he feels that something in his body is constantly taking over his body.

This feeling is very strange, I can't explain it.

But just when Yang Jian was sleeping.

A weak, feeble cough suddenly sounded from downstairs.

"Cough, cough."

The voice seemed to appear at Liu Genrong's door.

This sound instantly caused Yang Jian, who was paralyzed on the boat, to suddenly open his eyes.

"Is this the sound during the day?"

"Wait, something's wrong, someone is going upstairs." Then Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed, and he heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs.

He lives on the second floor of Liu Genrong's house, and Liu Genrong lives next door.

In other words, there is no one on the first floor.

Moreover, it was dark outside and the door was locked, so it was impossible for anyone to walk in.

"No, it's so unlucky. When does it go wrong, it happens at this time." Cold sweat broke out on Yang Jian's forehead.

He is now paralyzed and unable to move.

"Tap, tap~!"

Heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor.

From far to near.

And it was obvious from the sound that a person was walking up the stairs to the second floor.

One step at a time, no more steps, no less steps.

Seems to be moving more slowly.

Yang Jian tried to look in the direction of the door. He couldn't move his head, but he could move his eyes a little.

But I can't see clearly.

There was no light at all outside the window, and he couldn't see the direction of the door at all.

Suddenly.

The heavy footsteps on the stairwell stopped.

The thing came to the second floor.

At this moment, Yang Jian didn't care how the thing got in or where it came from. He only cared about whether the thing at the door came to find him or Liu Genrong.

Of course, it is also possible that they were found randomly.

However, the structure of rural houses is simple, and the two doors on the second floor are opposite.

If it was really random, there was a half chance that Yang Jian would not be selected.

"Wait, that thing doesn't seem to be coming in."

Suddenly.

He heard footsteps outside the door again.

It was as if there was a person wandering at the door in the darkness, and footsteps echoed back and forth.

"Cough, cough."

Like a terminally ill person, it seems that he will die at any time.

Nothing outside is willing to leave.

Yang Jian in the room stared in the direction of the door, the string in his heart tightened, for fear that the thing would come in.

In his current state, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to, so he could only pray in his heart.

"Probably won't come in."

After a while, I heard footsteps outside the door with no intention of walking in, and I couldn't help but feel slightly relieved.

Let’s just say, I can’t be so unlucky.

But when he thought about the killing methods of the knocker in school, he couldn't relax.

What if the thing at the door kills someone without opening the door to come in?

"No, it's absolutely impossible. If the person outside the door is really a ghost, and has the ability to knock on the door like a ghost, then there is no way anyone in this village can survive, they will be dead long ago." Yang Jian refuted the thought in his heart. That worry.

But at this time.

The footsteps at the door suddenly stopped.

"Crunch."

There was a sound of the door opening in the darkness.

Yang Jian's heart suddenly shrank.

Is that ghost lingering at the door about to come in?