"Maybe your career has not been successful, maybe it's just because you chose the wrong direction of your efforts."

Looking at Zhou Like, Shen Lu said sincerely.

It was obviously a horror story, but she felt an indescribable warmth and touch from it.

It is undeniable that this guy is quite talented.

"Maybe you can try to create other types of stories that might be easier to pay off."

She sincerely gives advice.

"Thanks."

After talking for so long, Zhou Like was also thirsty, picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of water.

"It has always been my ideal to write a popular horror novel. Before I achieve this goal, I will never give up halfway."

"Only when one is persistent can one achieve something."

Gao Fuwen nodded and said with a smile, "Come on."

At this time, the rest of the tour group seemed to have a different opinion of this obscure novelist.

Zhou Like laughed and drank his saliva.

At this time, the sound of suona came from outside the house.

Suona, originally the king of musical instruments, is known for its high pitch and sadness, but it is even more mournful in the wind and rain.

Everyone looked out at the same time.

I saw the villagers passing by the gate of the yard carrying a dead body in the rain.

There is no doubt that it must be the two tigers.

"The action is fast enough. Our people are dead and no one cares about it on this day. Their people are dead but they have such a big battle."

Zhou Like muttered.

"I haven't found out the cause of death yet, so I was buried so soon?"

Shen Lu was puzzled.

The corpse-carrying team quickly walked away and disappeared from sight.

At three or four in the afternoon, the drizzle finally stopped.

"I'm going to find the village chief."

After this rain, the air must be more humid, and Zhen Zhibing's body really shouldn't be left like this. Needs to be dealt with asap.

Just when Wang Wang was about to go out, Ye Xin took the initiative to speak for the first time.

"Let's go together."

The rest of the people were quite surprised.

Wang Wang was also a little surprised, looked at Ye Xin, then nodded quickly, "Then let's go."

The two went out together.

Although the village head's house is the tallest building in the village, it is actually a one-story house, but its foundation seems to be higher than other villagers' houses.

certainly.

As the village head, the most powerful person in the village, his house occupies a large area, at least three or four times larger than the Niu brothers' yard.

When Wang Wang Ye Xin walked into the courtyard, he found that it was very lively.

It turned out that Erhu's body was not carried to be buried, but was sent here.

In the spacious main hall, the villagers knelt around the corpse, and many red candles were lit everywhere. Under the leadership of the village chief, they muttered words, as if they were performing some kind of sacrificial activity.

Ye Xin and Wang Wang looked at each other, stopped in their tracks, and didn't go in to disturb them.

It took nearly half an hour before the inside subsided.

The villagers put their hands together and prayed devoutly. Only the village chief stood alone, like a god.

"village head."

Wang Wang entered the door and called out.

Standing in the innermost part, the village head looked over with a sad expression, and then raised his hand to the villagers: "Get up, you go back first."

Including Kou Chen and Ying'er, the villagers got up one after another and walked out.

Ye Xin stood at the door without looking sideways.

Kou Chen had no expression on his face, and passed him shoulder to shoulder.

Not long after, all the villagers left, leaving only Erhu's body behind.

"Is there a problem?"

The village chief looked at Ye Xin and the two of them.

The tragic death of the villagers seemed to have dealt a heavy blow to the old man, and his voice sounded weak.

"Major, we want to cremate our friend's body."

Wang Wang cut to the chase.

"It's time to deal with it, otherwise it will rot easily in this kind of weather."

The village head nodded.

"According to the customs in our village, cremation is not allowed, but you are foreigners, so don't follow those rules. I will send someone to help you deal with it later."

"Trouble the village chief."

Wang Wang thanked you.

"It should."

The village head tried his best to smile, showing guilt in his eyes, "Your friends were killed in the village, but I want to make amends to you."

Wang Wang glanced at the corpse tightly wrapped in white cloth on the ground.

"It's not the village chief's fault, and you certainly don't want this to happen."

The village chief sighed, his face trembled unconsciously, and said in pain: "To tell you the truth, in the past six months, our village has been cursed, and people have been dying tragically. Your friends, and Erhu, are just one of them." One, as the village head, I have nothing to do, if possible, I would rather replace them, anyway, half of my body has been buried in the ground, so death is not a pity."

Perhaps because of excitement, at the end, the village chief suddenly coughed.

Seeing this, Wang Wang was about to speak, but a calm voice beside him sounded first.

"The village chief doesn't need to blame himself too much. You are only the village chief, not a god. It is impossible to arrange the life and death of others."

Wang Wang was taken aback for a moment, turned his head, and frowned slightly.

The village chief also raised his eyes and looked at Ye Xin. After stopping his cough, he smiled weakly.

"You're right. I really don't have the ability to arrange the life and death of others. I just hope that if this nightmare is really endless, I will be the next one."

"Village chief, I heard that the reason for all this is ghosts, right?"

Wang Wang looked away from the face of the young man next to him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"You are talking about Hu Die, right?"

The village chief's withered lips trembled slightly, his eyes were complicated, and he murmured, seemingly talking to himself, "She is a good child, I don't believe it, she did it."

"Village Chief, we have a friend who is a policeman. You saw her in the morning. Maybe she can help you."

"No need."

The village chief rejected Wang Wang's kindness without hesitation, "One of you is already dead, and you can't be involved again."

Wang Wang still wanted to speak, but the village chief didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Okay, I'm a little tired, I need to take a rest, you go back first."

Hearing this, Wang Wang had no choice but to stop talking and bid farewell.

It was gray.

It rained again in the sky.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Wang Wang and Ye Xin could only take shelter under an old tree for the time being.

After all, getting a cold and getting sick in the game is a fatal thing.

"What do you think?"

Wang Wang turned his head.

Occasionally, villagers passed by, braving the rain and hurrying.

"On the surface, the village chief is sympathetic, selfless and noble, but I always feel that something is wrong with him. So many people have died in the village. If he really loves the people like his son, why is he so resistant to our help?"

Wang Wang said, frowning, "Do you have the same feeling?"

Ye Xin didn't answer, the rain inevitably dripped down the branches, leaves and trunks, trickled through his hair, and finally splashed down on the ground, causing circles of ripples.

The young man seemed unaware, just quietly looking at the hazy rain.

"Hundred ghosts walk at night in the heavy rain, and people are more happy than ghosts mixing in it."