Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

Chapter 165: Sluggish villagers, old ways go home (one more~)

"Get up."

Zuo Chen waved his hand, motioning him not to be polite.

"Zhong Pan, you have been in the world for a long time, and you are a celestial master proclaimed by the human race. You should know the evil spirits in the world very well."

"What do you think of the things in the Soul Burial Village?"

Zhong Kui grinned when he heard Zuo Chen's question.

A face is even more hideous and terrifying.

"Qiji Dijun, that thing doesn't seem to be an ordinary ghost."

"If it is a pure ghost, no matter whether it has a spiritual intelligence or not, it is essentially pure evil, without the slightest humanity."

"However, the place where the soul burial village of Chenguan looked like evil but not evil, and evil but not evil."

"The minister is also uncertain about what he is for a while, why don't you let the minister go and observe it in person?"

Zuo Chen's eyes stayed in the small mountain village again.

The village is surrounded by fire everywhere,

Seems to be looking for something,

The cold and damp air-conditioning suddenly broke out.

The smell of decay is everywhere.

Outside of the fire, it was dark and overgrown with weeds.

It's not like a village where humans live at all.

"Go ahead."

...

Driven for more than three hours.

The veteran few finally couldn't help being sleepy.

I found a hotel to sleep on the border into Lingnan Province.

Continue to set off early the next morning.

By noon, it was not far from the Soul Burial Village.

The car had already got off the highway, and was rushing towards a more remote place.

The world outside the window has long since turned from an open plain to surrounded by mountains.

There are streams flowing down the mountain from time to time, and the scenery is not bad.

But later, even the asphalt road was gone.

The bumpy muddy trail is unusually bumpy.

Fortunately, this time Jiang Taixu drove an off-road vehicle, barely able to move forward.

As you get closer and closer, you get more and more biased.

Both the veteran and Ye Xiuyu felt a particularly obvious depression.

I don't know when a layer of dark clouds floated in the sky.

Covered on top of the mountain where the sun is about to set.

finally,

When the sky is not completely dark.

A remote and backward village finally appeared in front of a few people.

"Soul Burial Village!"

There was excitement in the old Dao's eyes.

Looking around.

Suddenly saw a hill not far away.

There is still this Taoist temple on the mountain.

"Look! That's an old-fashioned home!"

His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, an old face, he didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry.

Staring there tightly.

"Okay, old-fashioned, I'll park the car here down the mountain first, you forgot, when you came, what did that person say? Be careful!"

Jiang Taixu looked at the mountain village.

The surrounding area seemed to be enveloped by a thin layer of mist, but they didn't notice it when they went up the mountain.

It's like the mist, automatically giving way to them.

At this time, Ye Xiuyu also took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call.

But after taking out the phone, she was stunned.

"There is no signal, here... how can I lag behind so much..."

The old Dao sighed:

"There is no way, before the red moon came, the country was built."

"Even in a remote place like Soul Burying Village, water and electricity can be connected in a few years at most."

"Unfortunately, you also know that it has encountered a red moon recovery."

The voice is helpless, but there is no way.

After all, in front of Li Gui, talking about development is useless.

You have to save your life first.

Waiting for Jiang Taixu to park the car.

Several people carried backpacks and walked into the village of soul burial together.

It seems that no one from outside has entered the village for a long time.

The four veterans have just entered the village entrance.

Not far away, a few villagers were staring at them, and their eyes were a little strange.

Ye Xiuyu and Wang Hui were so frightened by their gaze that they dared not look at them.

It was old-fashioned and didn't feel strange at all.

Instead, he looked at the villagers with a smile.

These people are much younger than him, and he doesn't know him either.

Just smiled at them and nodded.

However, the villagers did not have the slightest expression on their faces.

The whole person’s face is a bit sluggish,

The village is not big.

There are only a few dozen households.

As soon as they entered the village, they discovered that these people were very strange, and every household seemed to have some red.

On the door, on the wall, and even on some potholes.

They are all labeled red.

It seems that someone is going to get married.

Walk forward and turn a turn.

The four veterans immediately saw a two-story wooden platform.

Under the wooden platform, there were a lot of people around at this time, and they didn't know what they were discussing.

On the wooden platform.

A red wedding gown, which seemed to have just been fished out of blood, was tied there.

I don't know who is wearing this wedding gown.

Was bulging.

A red hijab covers the head.

The evening breeze blew slightly on the wedding gown, making a sound of salsa.

Quiet, ghostly quiet around.

Only on the wedding dress, the coquettish red, the dazzling red.

When Ye Xiuyu saw this scene.

The pupils of the whole person are shrinking sharply.

The hairs all over his body immediately rose up.

It's really... that wedding dress!

that...

Something worn on her in a dream!

Wang Hui is the closest to Ye Xiuyu, and she can clearly feel the changes in her girlfriend.

The whole person also became nervous.

The weird depressive atmosphere quickly permeated.

"Uncle San!"

At this moment, Lao Dao suddenly beckoned to the gathering crowd with excitement.

He seems to have seen an acquaintance.

This move made others relax a little bit.

"Um??"

The group of people not far away could naturally hear this movement.

Looking back all together.

Look at the few people on this side of the old way.

Still weirdly calm, everyone was expressionless.

"Forehead..."

The veteran finally noticed the unusual atmosphere.

But he still waved and shouted.

"Uncle San! Little plum, Ergou, this is Wu Qiufang! Wu Qiufang!"

The old-fashioned voice should be as enthusiastic as possible. He estimated that it should have been too long for these people to recognize themselves.

"Qiufang...?"

A voice finally came from the crowd.

An old man with a cane, your gray beard is half a foot long, fluttering with the wind.

There are not a few white hairs on his head, and his skin is wrinkled like old tree bark.

His voice was not loud, and his muddy eyes kept looking at the old men.

Suddenly, a subtle light flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, he stared at Ye Xiuyu's body behind Lao Dao.

"Paper Bride!"

His voice trembled.

The tone also became trembling.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Ye Xiuyu.

The other villagers also seemed to have heard something big.