The Tale of the Ghost Eyes

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After confirming the time of departure the next day, I first checked the location of Huamu Village, and then tried to call Yang Xiaohui several times, there was still no answer there, and the school did not receive Yang Xiaohui. News coming over.

I packed up the next morning and went to the school gate to wait for Wang Junhui. It was still more than ten minutes. Wang Junhui drove over to pick me up. After meeting, Wang Junhui asked me where I want to go this time, and I directly Tell him, "Huamu Village!"

When he heard the name Huamu Village, Wang Junhui froze for a moment, as if he had heard of this village, and when he saw his expression, I asked, "Why have you heard?"

Wang Junhui asked me back: "Is there a village in the depths of Taihang Mountain where there is a bad habit of burying old people over 60 years old?"

I nodded and said, "Exactly, have you heard about it there?"

Wang Junhui said: "I also heard my master say something, and my master also listened to my ancestors. It seems that there was something wrong with that village, and my ancestor went there to solve it personally, and to remedy the recurrence of the situation. My ancestor still lived there for three years. "

Wang Junhui said this, I quickly asked him: "Do you know what kind of ghost happened in Huamu Village?"

Wang Junhui shook his head while driving and said, "I don't know, my master didn't say it, nor did my ancestor say, but it can be seen from the fact that my ancestor lived there for three years. It must be a very troublesome thing."

It seems that my plan to get the follow-up story of Huamu Village from Wang Junhui is also in a state of disappointment. Just when I felt disappointed, Wang Junhui asked me about the specific case we are dealing with this time. Do you have any information to share?

When I thought about it, I told Wang Junhui: "It may be related to the ghosts your ancestors have dealt with, but I don't really know the specifics. We can't make a conclusion until we go and take a closer look."

Wang Junhui asked me curiously: "Have anything strange happened in Huamu Village?"

I told Wang Junhui directly: "A friend of mine has lost contact, are you a stranger?"

Wang Junhui seemed to perceive something and asked me: "Isn't this case given by the organization?"

I also simply nodded and admitted, Wang Junhui looked at me and smiled and said: "You are my boss, since you want to deal with this case, then I will accompany you in the end, but I say the ugliness in front, if it is because of this You have lost your job, do n’t blame me, my report will write everything. "

Wang Junhui said this very clearly. Obviously he did n’t mean to stab me with a "knife", but from his point of view, he was prepared to stab me in front of me ...

After Wang Junhui said that sentence, the two of us were temporarily quiet for a while. After about five or six minutes, Wang Junhui suddenly said abruptly, "Shi Yong, if I take your place one day, I hope you Do n’t remember to hate me because your position is too important for me. Without this position, I will lose a lot, including some things that I must not lose. "

Wang Junhui's words made me a little confused, but I still responded: "Relax, if there is one day, I won't remember to hate anyone. With the words my righteous father often said, these are just chances."

Along the way, Wang Junhui and I did n’t know what happened, and we talked about his sister Xue You. Through conversation with Wang Junhui, I also knew that Wang Junhui was also very interesting to his little sister. The relationship between the two people seems to be He also received the approval of his master.

Naturally, I also expressed my blessings slightly, but I didn't appreciate Wang Junhui's blessings, but smiled awkwardly at me, like a bitter smile, but also a sneer that was not empathetic. In short, it made me feel awkward.

This time it was a long way to Huamu Village. On the way, we stopped to find a place to have a meal and have a rest. We set off at 8 am and waited for the village where Huamu Village is located. It was already 2 pm many.

After inquiring in the town, we learned that there was a very difficult road to Huamu Village. Although the road can also pass by, I heard that the whole road is uneven and the width is only about one car If you meet other cars on the road, only one of them can choose to reverse the car and find out if there are spacious places nearby.

This dirt road is extremely bumpy, and there are many sharp turns, and many turns are deep grooves of tens of meters. If Wang Junhui does not pay attention when driving, we may be killed.

Walking on such a road, Wang Junhui and I didn't have the thought of chatting either. My hands gripped the handle on the roof, and my palms were sweating, and Wang Junhui was not easy, and his cheeks kept going down. Dripping sweat beads.

After the car drove out for more than ten kilometers, after passing through several villages, Wang Junhui's expression eased slightly, as if he had already adapted to some of these sections.

A few kilometers away, our car reached the base of a large mountain, and the upper three sides were very high, forming a semi-circle. This road completely blocked the road. We came to the base of the mountain. At that time, a stone tablet was also found at the intersection, with three words clearly engraved on it-"Huamu Village".

Obviously our purpose has been reached.

And the first feeling we got here was that it was gloomy, and the whole village seemed to feel the slightest anger. Could it be said that the entire Huamu Village has gone wrong?

Our car heard the village entrance, and then walked to the village on foot. Looking from the village entrance to the mountain, this village should have only twenty or thirty households. If the population is large, it should be a hundred or so.

But the village of more than a hundred mouths, even on the streets of the village, could not even see a figure, which reminded me of my experience in a deserted village.

After walking inside for a while, Wang Junhui and I were about to knock on the door of a family and ask about the situation to see what happened in the village.

The house we stopped in was a renovated old stone house, and the gate was iron, so I stepped forward a few times and the sound was exceptionally loud.

"Dangdang Dang!"

After waiting for more than ten seconds, there was a response: "Who ..."

I came to a sentence: "Hello, we are foreigners, come to the village to find someone, may I ask, where is Yang Xiaohui's family?"

After listening to my question, the man said, "Are you looking for the Yang family? Go inside, the innermost!"

The man was very anxious and didn't mean to open the door for us. Wang Junhui and I looked at each other and continued to walk in. The more we walked to the center of the village, the heavier the village became.

At this time, a dark cloud suddenly floated behind the mountain. The large invisible side of the cloud slowly covered the entire Huamu Village directly along the line at the top of the mountain.

Suddenly it was still a clear sky, and suddenly it became dark, and the time seemed to come to the evening!

Such a scene made me and Wang Junhui stunned. I couldn't help but stopped and didn't dare to go forward, but at this moment, there seemed to be a "dada" walking sound behind us, but when we looked back At that time, there was nothing in the dark paint.

After the sound of "Dada" came the laughter of a few children. The sound was very clear, but with this atmosphere, the sound made me goose bumps.

Then I saw a shadow slowly thinking that Wang Junhui and I came over, is it a ghost? No, he has an entity; is he? Nor is he too heavy on him; is it a corpse? No, it seems to have no corpse on it.

Seeing this scene, Wang Junhui and I also sacrificed magic instruments one after another. In any way, in this weird atmosphere, it is a human being or a ghost. If he dares to attack us, then we will definitely fight back.

And at this moment, an old voice suddenly came over our heads: "How old are you ..."

Wang Junhui and I jumped up and looked up at the top of the head, but we didn't see anything. At this time, the old voice sounded on our left: "How old are you ..."

When we look to the left, there is still nothing. When I was about to answer that voice and yelled at the same time, I suddenly heard another voice: "Don't answer him, answer him, you can't leave here!" "

Yang Xiaohui's voice!