Wang Zan and Du Heng wandered around the village for two times and briefly understood the approximate situation of the village, because Wang Zan had already confirmed that the other party was causing trouble here, but there was still a need to determine where it was.

He also asked Du Heng, but the other party was confused and had been a bit long. He couldn't remember what he was in at that time. However, this matter was not urgent. The people and the people had already come here today. I'll just look for it slowly. Wang Zan wanted to learn more about Nangang Village.

Except for the living man, Mr. Ge, the rest of the whole village is full of ghosts. Such evil villages are so rare that Wang Zan has aroused a lot of curiosity.

Judging from the wear of ghosts in this village, they probably had to die a few decades ago, at least not yet liberated. When a person dies, he becomes a ghost. He basically wears whatever he dies and what he wears after he becomes a ghost. Only a few cases are exceptions, so normal people will wear shrouds after their death.

So now the problem is coming, Wang Zan estimates that these people should have died at the same time.

After a roundabout the village and roughly understanding it, Wang Zan and Du Heng went back. Mr. Ge was basking in the sun in the yard. He was a little surprised when he saw them. He thought that both of them had already left.

"Why are you back? You won't leave?" Lao Ge asked in surprise.

"I found this village is quite strange, so I want to talk to you, uncle." Wang Zan moved a chair and sat opposite him, and found that the old man's expression changed a little uncomfortable.

As a person becomes a singular person, Mr. Ge is in his eighties and his life has spanned two centuries. As long as he is not old and confused, his vision is definitely very singular.

As soon as Wang Zan spoke, Mr. Ge knew what he was referring to, so he naturally became nervous.

Old Ge head stared at Wang Zan for a while, then asked, "Did you see it?"

Wang Zan nodded and said, "I saw it last night."

"I can see that you have nothing to do, you are neither afraid nor attacked. This means that you are a capable man."

Wang Zan continued to nod and said, "I really know a little about my family's origins..."

Du Heng was confused when he heard it next to him. He didn't understand what the old and young were talking about. He was obviously staying with them, but he was obviously out of place.

Fortunately, Du Heng didn't understand at all, so the two of them didn't tell him that if Du Heng knew that when he was sleeping last night, there were several lonely ghosts lying beside him, and they would probably be scared to death.

Mr. Ge sighed, and said in a sad tone: "Will you touch them? They are all a group of pitiful people!"

"I don't know, I don't know..." Wang Zan shook his head and said.

Mr. Ge said that he meant subduing demons and demons, and exorcising ghosts and evil spirits. He should be afraid that Wang Zan would take away all the ghosts in this village.

Wang Zan said: "Uncle, I am not a monk and Taoist priest who eliminates demons and protects the Tao, nor are I a famous sect. So even if I see a lonely ghost on the road, I may not even look at it, let alone accept it. I will not care about it if it is not my business. The tutor says that everything in the world has its own truth. People are not the masters of this land. You can do whatever you want, but the premise is that these things should not provoke me."

When Mr. Ge heard his words, his expression gradually slowed down, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, obviously relieved a lot.

Du Heng blinked his eyes and said to Wang Zan in a low voice: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand a single word?"

"If you don't understand, wait and see, let's continue listening." Wang Zan looked at him, then continued to say to Mr. Ge: "I don't care about things that have nothing to do with me, but I have to take care of those that have something to do with me. Du Heng is my friend. I came to Nangang Village this time to help him solve the problem. After all, do you take money and eliminate disasters? What's more, Du Heng's family may have caused a lot of trouble because of the problems in your village. If it is not solved, the whole family may not be able to survive."

Du Heng was shocked. He had already tasted something from Wang Zan's words.

Mr. Ge picked up a cigarette pot from the table next to him, trembled to his mouth, and lit it with a match. Then he took several sips "bang, slap" without saying a word.

Wang Zan was not in a hurry. He wanted to hear what stories could be told from the old Getou's mouth.

Wang Zan realized that this old Getou was not the kind of evil person, otherwise he would not even bother to listen to the other party’s explanation.

Even Wang Zan vaguely tasted it, Mr. Ge should be a very pitiful old man.

After taking a few puffs of cigarettes, Lao Getou spoke slowly and said, "The year the people in the village died was in 1942. There were 365 people in the village, and 34 of them died that afternoon, both men, women, and young and old..."

Wang Zan thought to himself that it was true, almost the same as what he expected. Almost all the people in Nangang Village were killed on the same day, otherwise the resentment and resentment would not be so heavy.

Mr. Ge said that it happened in 1942. That period was the fourteen years since the fall of the Northeast. During these years, the three provinces here were all living in poverty. I don’t know how many people died. Not to mention a village, even a town or district and county were killed more than half of them.

It was an era that made many people particularly helpless and full of sadness.

"At that time, there were dozens of people in the village. Some went to the market outside, some went to the town, and some went out to visit relatives... I went to a relative's house in the city to visit, and I was not there that day." Mr. Ge wrapped his cigarette pot and breathed a long sigh and said, "I heard that it was at noon that day, a team of Japanese soldiers suddenly came in, searching people from house to house, and driving them all to the open space in the village... Then the gunshots rang, more than 300 people, and some children in their families were just one month old, all dead, and the bodies on the ground were dead."

When Lao Getou said, his eyes turned red. From his words, you can taste it until when he returned to the village, he saw corpses all over the ground stacked together, including his wife, children, and old parents. In the end, he was the living person left for the whole family of 15.

This is the case with the tragic world.
Chapter completed!