Du Heng and Mr. Ge were chatting, while Wang Zan sat next to him and drank water, and his eyes were always circling around.

There were two people standing on the windowsill outside the room, both of whom were both young, about seventy or eighty years old, staring at the inside of the room. The two old men's eyes were always on Wang Zan and Du Heng.

Wang Zan then raised his head. The old-fashioned houses in the northeast all had beams on them. Two small children were holding the beams with one hand and swinging on the swing. They were smiling and were not afraid of people at all.

Then in another room, there was an old lady smoking a cigarette pot.

The most amazing and terrifying thing is that a young man and woman lie on the earthen kang, who are probably in her twenties.

There is nothing wrong with a village. Now there are seven or eight ghosts in a room. This is why Wang Zan has experienced more in the past two years. If he had just debuted, he would have been scared to see this scene.

Wang Zan drank water and looked at it blankly. The village was a bit too inexplicable.

Mr. Ge has lived here for decades and must have been with him for a long time. Why is he not doing anything? Instead, he is still quite strong?

Not to mention anything else, just being with so many wild ghosts, the yang energy of a stranger should have been wiped out long ago, so Mr. Ge's condition is very abnormal.

Wang Zan suddenly turned his head and looked behind Du Heng. The little ghost who was just swinging on the beam of the house fell from above, climbed on Du Heng's arrow, stretched out two white hands and claws to cover his eyes.

Just as Wang Zan was about to say a word, he saw Mr. Ge looking at Du Heng's head, frowning and scolding: "Go back, stop making trouble..."

Wang Zan was stunned. Can this old man see it? This person was a little strange, because Wang Zan clearly saw that Lao Getou was an ordinary old man and had no living in his hands. How could such a person see these dirty things? Unless he had innate yin and yang eyes, Wang Zan looked at the other person's pupils carefully and found that there was nothing unusual, that was a very ordinary pair of eyes.

Du Heng was a little confused when he was shouted, and looked at the old man in confusion and said, "Mr. Ge, where did you ask me to go back? I didn't make a fuss with you?"

Lao Ge Tou shook his head and said without explaining anything, "You two have been here for a while. It's dark. When will you go back?"

Du Heng glanced at Wang Zan, and he smiled and said, "Uncle, we won't leave tonight. Let's sleep at your house for a whole night. Is it okay? It's not good to drive here on the road when it's dark, it's not safe."

Lao Getou frowned, as if he wanted to persuade them to come, but in the end he didn't say anything, he pointed to the room inside and said, "Then you can stay here tonight, and you can leave tomorrow."

Then Lao Ge Tou cleaned up the house for them, and Wang Zan and Du Heng went to the bed inside. The old lady smoking a cigarette pot actually glared at Lao Ge Tou and seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

"You come here to sleep tonight..." Mr. Ge said vaguely.

"When you came here last time, Mr. Ge was like this, always talking to himself?" Wang Zan asked.

Du Heng thought about it, nodded and said, "It seems that it is true. He always says something strange to himself. I think he is old and has a bad spirit."

Wang Zan knew that this was not because Mr. Ge was in a bad mood, but he was still driving away the lonely ghosts around you. Otherwise, you would not be peaceful when you slept here last time.

Wang Zan and Du Heng slept on the bed in the inner room, and they were temporarily dealing with each other for a night. When they lay down, there were still ghosts outside.

"Puff" the kerosene lamp went out.

Wang Zan was pillowing his arms and staring at the dark ceiling. Perhaps because he was too tired after driving for a day, Du Heng snored not long after lying down.

Nangang Village is really a very strange village. There is only one living old man in the village. What is the situation? Wang Zan must have to take a look tomorrow.

Not long after, Wang Zan was a little sleepy and then fell asleep.

After a while, the room suddenly became much colder. Inside the room and beside the bed, a few ghosts stood quietly, and then their eyes were staring at them.

A few hours passed in a flash. When it was dawn, Wang Zan and Du Heng woke up. The environment here must have been a little worse, and they couldn't sleep firmly.

In the kitchen, Mr. Ge was burning fire. The big iron pot was filled with white rice porridge and rice, and there were a few pickles and dipping sauce on the table.

Du Heng sat on the chair, crossing his legs and smoking a cigarette. Wang Zan glanced around his eyes. The ghosts from last night all left, but they changed over again, and there were a lot of them, at least about twenty, and they all looked at them strangely.

Not long after, the porridge and rice were ready. Mr. Ge served them two bowls and said, "Eat it. It was too late yesterday and I didn't treat you. But even if I was entertained, it was nothing. Usually, I am alone, just deal with it casually."

Wang Zan said in surprise: "You are the only one living in this village, uncle."

"Well, the person has disappeared long ago" "Then why don't you leave?"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the city, or find your family, don't have children?"

Lao Getou smiled faintly, but his eyes seemed to be filled with vicissitudes and sorrow. He said, "All dead, I'm ahead of me..."

Wang Zan was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, the old man's family was dead. Then he realized that the few people in the room last night might be his family.

But Wang Zan was also quite strange. He could not hold on to the situation of the elderly for a long time. What else could he think of if he was alone in an empty village?

Then the old man kept his bowl and said nothing, leaving only three people raising the porridge and rice. After more than ten minutes, Wang Zan and Du Heng both finished the meal, but did not say anything. They told Lao Tu that they wanted to stroll around the village casually, and Mr. Ge waved his hands casually without caring about them.

After leaving Mr. Ge's house, the two of them started to wander around the village. It was too dark when they came yesterday and they didn't see what it was. Now it was just right early in the morning, so the whole picture of the village can be seen very clearly.

This deserted village looks a bit cunning even during the day, with weeds everywhere, growing more than one person tall. Every yard is desolate, and the empty doors and windows of dilapidated houses make people unable to help but feel a chill at first sight.
Chapter completed!