"Aren't you afraid of corpses? What are you still doing here? Go back to your own room."

Niu Family Brothers Yard.

Unbearable, Zhou Like stopped writing and raised his head.

This fat man has been dangling around, seriously affecting his creative thinking.

Although the story hasn't been worked out yet, he has already decided that the fat man must be given a cannon fodder role in the next story, and the first one will be sacrificed.

"You write novels?"

Fatty Jin looked at him in surprise, and then said mysteriously: "I have heard or even experienced a lot of supernatural stories in my job, maybe they can provide you with some inspiration."

Zhou Like was not stupid, and he couldn't hear the fat man's overtures. Although it was a bit baffling, he still refused decisively.

"No, you go back to your place and stay."

He now needs an undisturbed creative environment more than inspiration.

Fatty Jin turned a deaf ear and had no intention of going back to his room.

It can be seen that he still has a grudge against the corpse lying on the ground, but this time is different from the past.

Zhen Zhibing's lesson from the past is **** in front of him. It is not clear whether the murderer is a human or a ghost.

If he stays alone, who knows if he will follow in Zhen Zhibing's footsteps and become the next victim?

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

This ghost village is full of weirdness everywhere.

Although staying with the dead body is indeed disgusting and frightening, saving one's own life is the top priority.

"I'm a guide, and I have to be responsible for everyone's safety. Now that Zhen Zhibing has had an accident, I can't let everyone have another accident."

certainly.

Even if he is greedy for life and afraid of death, he still has to maintain his face on the surface.

As expected of being a tour guide, he has a thick skin and a sharp tongue. Fatty Jin immediately said in a loud voice, what he said was righteous and righteous.

After a brief moment of daze, Zhou Like couldn't help laughing.

"Protect our safety? You didn't clean up the mud you fell on the door of the toilet this morning. I think you dare not stay alone, so you just stay here?"

Fatty Jin was very embarrassed to be exposed by the public. He glared at Zhou Like with a red face, not to be outdone, and said: "You are not much better, and you were scared out of your wits in the morning? Now you are pretending to be a hero." gone."

"Okay, what's the fuss about?"

Shen Zhenggang said to Fatty Jin, "If you like, you can stay with us tonight."

Fatty Jin had no reason to be unwilling. Fearing that Shen Zhenggang would repent, he hurriedly nodded.

Nothing last night.

But tonight he would definitely not dare to sleep alone.

"But there are so many of us, how can this house accommodate?"

It's not that Zhou Like excludes Fatty Jin. Although this fat man is indeed not very likable, he is still a life after all, not really just a character in his novel.

But the real problem is that Gerou's current situation definitely needs someone to take care of them. They were crowded enough last night. If there are two more people, the room will really not fit.

"Why don't you split up and live in my house?"

Fatty Jin tentatively said.

It didn't matter to him whether it was nine people or several people, as long as he wasn't left alone anyway.

"no."

Before Zhou Like could speak, Roy was the first to speak seriously, clearly expressing his attitude.

Although in this game, more people does not mean more power.

But if they act separately, the degree of danger will definitely multiply exponentially.

"Since you can't sleep, then send a few more people on duty at night."

"Support! It's even safer this way!"

Zhou Li agreed with both hands in the imperial examination.

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"You should take your medicine."

The tallest building in the village.

Ying'er came in with a bowl of hot Chinese medicine, perhaps because of the long-term brewing of Chinese medicine, the whole room was filled with a strong and pungent smell.

"Ying'er, thank you for your hard work."

The village head with gray temples was moved, took the bowl, sat on the chair of the master, and took a sip.

After drinking the warm potion, his slightly pale face seemed to turn a little more rosy.

"It's been more than a month, but your body hasn't improved much. Is there something wrong with this prescription?"

Yinger frowned slightly.

"How could there be a problem with the medicine I prescribed? Will I still harm myself?"

The village head smiled lightly and said: "It's always like this when you're old. When you encounter a bit of wind and cold, you can't bear it anymore. In addition, the weather is humid recently, so it won't heal for a long time. You don't have to worry. After a while, the weather will be clearer. It will be fine."

As he spoke, the village chief coughed a few more times.

Yinger walked over and gently patted his back,

After recovering, the village head said with emotion: "Ying'er, it's a good thing you're still here."

Ying'er, who patted her back, remained silent.

The village chief lowered his head again, drinking the bitter traditional Chinese medicine in a leisurely manner.

"By the way, what are those foreigners doing today?"

Ying'er's hand stopped unconsciously, and said slowly: "They seem to know about Sister Hu Die already."

"Is it?"

The village chief didn't seem too surprised, and his tone was normal, "Who told them?"

"I don't know. A woman among them came to me not long ago and asked me about Sister Hu Die."

"What did you say?"

Yinger paused for a moment~lightnovelpub.net~ I said sister Hu Die committed suicide because of her own illness. "

The village chief remained silent for a long time, and after a while, he put the empty bowl in his hand on the table next to him, sighed, and said, "I admit, we did something wrong, but so many people have died. Man, hasn't her resentment been eliminated?"

Ying'er bit her lip, struggled in her eyes, but finally said truthfully: "Those outsiders said that they saw Sister Hu Die in Sister Hu Die's room."

The village chief was taken aback, his tone trembling slightly.

"You mean, you saw Hu Die's ghost?"

Yinger hummed.

After a long silence, the village head stood up, and with Yinger's support, he walked to the door and looked at the thick and dense miasma rolling outside the village.

"Hu Die is a kind child, why did she become so cruel?"

"I just hope that this miasma can dissipate as soon as possible, so that no more innocent people will be involved."

Ying'er pursed her lips tightly, and couldn't help but glance at the old man beside her, her eyes were extremely complicated.

"Okay, you go back first."

The village chief patted Yinger's hand.

"You've done a good job. This matter is over. There's no need to add extra details. If those foreigners come to you again, you'll still say that."

"I understand. Then I'll go first."

The village chief nodded, watched Yinger leave, turned around, walked slowly into the back room, opened the old-fashioned lacquered red wooden drawer, and took out a piece of letter paper from it.

A lot of "positive" characters were densely written on the paper.

The village chief stared at it for a long time, then stretched out his right hand tremblingly, and added a stroke of scarlet on it with his fingers.