The ghost knocked on the door, luckily I was able to read the save file!

In the dark room, the flickering red flame danced like a ghost, as if telling the secret hidden in it.

A vague figure was projected at the door like a ghost, casting a long shadow, as if merging with the darkness.

The two slowly approached the door, their footsteps were so light that they could hardly hear the sound, and their hearts were full of uneasiness and curiosity. They looked carefully into the house through the crack of the door.

The scene in the house gradually became clear. The old man I saw before was sitting quietly on the bed at this time, holding something tightly in his arms, as if he was guarding a precious treasure.

He was putting something into his mouth one spoonful at a time, making a slight chewing sound, and a sick smile appeared on his face. The smile was twisted and weird, as if hiding endless evil.

At the head of the bed, a red lantern with a candle was hanging.

And the red light was emitted by this shabby red lantern.

This lantern seemed to have experienced the baptism of time and looked particularly vicissitudes, but the light it emitted was so eye-catching that it seemed to penetrate the darkness and illuminate the deepest fear in people's hearts.

The thing in the old man's arms aroused the curiosity of Lin Luo and Wu Shan.

It seemed to be a glass bottle, the bottle was smooth and transparent, and it flickered faintly under the candlelight.

However, because the candlelight was too dim, they could not clearly see what was in it. They could only vaguely feel that there seemed to be some flowing liquid or some strange objects shaking inside.

The two looked at each other, and Lin Luo pushed the door open directly.

When Lin Luo pushed the door open suddenly, a faint fishy smell suddenly hit them, making them frown.

Wu Shan followed closely behind, with a flash of alertness in his eyes, and looked at the situation in the house vigilantly.

The sudden movement scared the old man so much that the glass jar in his arms almost slipped from his hands. If it fell to the ground, it would definitely be broken into pieces.

"You, you haven't left yet?" The old man's eyes widened, his face full of surprise and vigilance. He quickly put the spoon into the jar, closed the lid, and held the jar tighter, with a trace of panic in his eyes.

Looking at the vigilant old man, Lin Luo glanced at the rope that was coiled at the end of the bed, one end of the rope was tied at the end of the bed, and the other end was hanging at the side of the bed.

This scene made Lin Luo feel that his guess was correct.

"Can you tell us who you are? The village chief of the previous term?" Lin Luo moved the stool aside and sat down. His calm face was full of calmness, and he looked at the old man in front of him quietly.

Wu Shan stood behind Lin Luo vigilantly, and his curious eyes kept looking at the things in the old man's arms.

But the old man was holding the glass jar with both hands, and the room was very dim, so he couldn't see what was in the glass bottle at all, which made Wu Shan very curious. Just now, he saw the old man digging the things inside with a spoon and eating.

Without making a sound, he put the glass bottle in his arms behind him and covered it with a quilt. The old man wiped the residue from the corner of his mouth, with a little fatigue on his face; "Yes, I was the last village chief."

Lin Luo nodded; "Tell us what that mountain god is!"

The old man frowned, looked at Lin Luo and the others, and smiled bitterly; "I don't know either. It was passed down from our ancestors. We just inherited the tradition of our ancestors."

"Tradition?!" Lin Luo looked at the old man deeply.

"What is that?" Lin Luo pointed his slender index finger at the place where the old man hid the glass jar behind him.

The old man looked at the place where he hid the glass jar and shook his head helplessly; "I'm old and have a lot of problems. I rely on this Chinese medicine."

"Li Bing and Li Rou, who died?" Lin Luo suddenly changed his words and asked directly without talking about other things.

The old man's expression changed, as if he didn't react. After a moment, he said, "Didn't I say it? Li Bing committed suicide. She hanged herself."

"You lied!" Looking at the old man, Lin Luo said coldly, word by word.

The old man's face froze, and he said quickly, "How could I lie? Although you are the distinguished guests of the village, you can't just enter someone else's house in the middle of the night, right? And it's the village chief's house."

Looking at the old man, Lin Luo's eyes seemed a little cold; "Old man, although respecting the elderly and loving the young has always been a fine traditional virtue in our country, these may not be useful to me. Moreover, I treat the elderly according to the person."

Wu Shan also said sternly, "We have investigated it clearly. The one who died was Li Rou, not Li Bing!"

Lin Luo also looked at the old man.Squinting, he spoke slowly; "And, we found something about you."

The old man's expression changed; "About me!? What can an old man like me do?"

"I heard from the villagers that some diseases need to be treated with folk remedies. I don't know if it's true." Lin Luo spoke slowly and casually, his eyes kept wandering around the old man.

A strange color flashed across the old man's face, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled bitterly; "Of course, there are many things like folk remedies that cannot be believed, and many are wrong."

"Many are unbelievable? Many are wrong? It seems that some can be believed." Lin Luo stared at the old man's eyes; "Can you show us what Chinese medicine you take? It just so happens that my friend is not in good health."

As soon as Lin Luo finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn and depressing.

Wu Shan also suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little wrong, and it became obviously depressing. He looked at the old man with vigilance.

"I think you are also educated people, you know how to break into people's houses..." The old man's face was solemn, but he was only halfway through his words.

"Bang!"

Lin Luo suddenly stood up, kicked the old man down on the bed, pulled open the quilt, and snatched the glass jar when the old man climbed up and tried to struggle to get the glass jar.

Everything happened almost in a flash.

Wu Shan, who was standing aside, didn't react at all and widened his eyes.

Lin Luo took the jar in front of the hanging red lantern and looked at it carefully in the light.

The old man climbed up with some effort, holding his waist with one hand and trying to grab his glass jar with the other hand, his face full of panic.

"Give me back my things!"

When Lin Luo gradually saw the contents of the jar with the weak light, his pupils trembled suddenly, and his originally calm face changed drastically.