The old saying goes, don’t use bean bags as dry food, and don’t use village chief as ganbu.

The village chief is not an official, but he has absolute authority on his own acre of three-point land. And if anyone knows a village best, he must be the village chief.

"Village Chief? That's even better. The village chief has to be reasonable, right? This house was left by my classmate's ancestors. How could you drive us away?" Fei Long said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

The village chief's face became ugly, "Okay, you do whatever you like."

As the village chief said that, he was leaving again, but the eldest cousin stood in front of him again, "If you don't want the village to continue like this, then tell us what happened."

The village chief glanced at us, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

I gave Xiaobai a look. Xiaobai understood, and his body turned into a fox, and made a self-deprecating expression at the village chief.

I couldn't help but cover my face, and felt that I could write a book when I was with Xiaobai. I had a fairy wife and a silly fox.

However, even so, the village chief was so scared that his eyes fell to the ground and his body kept thrusting.

Xiaobai raised his head, looking arrogant.

Feilong went up to pinch the village chief's people and pinched off his dentures. It is conceivable how much effort he used.

The village chief kicked his legs and opened his eyes. After seeing Xiaobai, he almost fainted again. Xiaobai turned back into a human form, with a look of disdain.

"Old man, can we have a good talk now?" The eldest cousin waved his hand and signaled us not to make trouble.

"Talk! What do you want to talk about?" The village chief was completely scared, and from time to time he glanced at Xiaobai who was licking his fingers and would tremble.

"Okay, let's go into the house to talk." The eldest cousin helped the village chief up.

"No, no!" The village chief looked at his cousin helping him walk into the yard, and his face turned pale, "Go to my house and talk."

We looked at each other and didn't refuse. Anyway, there were too many people, so we were not afraid of him playing tricks.

On the way to his house, the old man kept peeking at Xiaobai, and probably left a psychological shadow by Xiaobai.

The village chief’s family is one of the few brick houses in the village. When we went in, we found that there was no one in the house. The furnishings at home were also very simple, and the standard rural older otakus suit.

We each found a clean place to sit down. The village chief poured himself a glass of water. The white inner liner of the big tea jar had turned black.

"Village Chief, I think there are not many people in your village, where are the people going?" Fei Long asked very bluntly.

"You can go, you can die, alas..." the village chief sighed.

Everyone was silent, no one comforted him. It is said that God can forgive the evils of God, but he can't live by committing his own evils. People have to pay the price for doing wrong things, otherwise who will be a good person?

"What has happened in the village over the years?" asked the eldest cousin.

Although Zhang Ying also told us some things that happened later, it is too general and not conducive to our judgment of the specific situation.

Youdao, no ghosts can attract foreign ghosts. Since Zhang Ying is about to debut, it cannot have nothing to do with her deceased parents, unless she is like me, but I guess I should be a scorpion poison.

The reason why Zhang Ying was unable to debut for the time being is 50% likely to be related to her parents, so we should search for clues as much as possible.

The village chief's face twitched, "Do you believe in evil?"

The village chief did not ask us if we believed in it or not, but asked if we believed in it. This made me feel very interested in what happened later, and the village chief did not disappoint me.

He picked up the big tea jar and took a sip, showing bitterness on his face, "It's a grievance..."

In fact, something strange happened on the day when Zhang Erlangzi and his wife were on their first seventh day. That night, the moon grew hair when it darkened.

In the cloudless night sky, a full moon seems to be covered with a layer of white veil, making people feel frizzy when they see it.

So many people died in the village, and they would usually sit on the side of the road. People who chatted at the door until eight or nine o'clock were no longer interested and lay down early.

The village chief was also the village chief at that time, and he had another identity, the father of a dead young man.

His eldest son had long had ideas about silly girls, and he took the lead in doing this.

If the village chief is the emperor of a village, then his son is the crown prince. What else can you be afraid of if you have a crown prince?

The village chief whose son died was very angry, but thankfully he had a second son, and his second son was more successful than his eldest son, and he was already married and had also realized his job.

Lying on the kang with his wife, the village chief couldn't sleep. His son died, and the person who killed his son died. Although he dug the grave and moved Zhang Erlangzi's house, he still felt unhappy. He was thinking about how to take the ancestral home of the Zhang family into his own hands.

The village is engaged in tourism. As the most powerful person in the village, his vision is not comparable to ordinary people. He knows that the most valuable thing these days is land.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt the kang beneath him tremble slightly.

"Have you got some seedlings?" The village chief yelled at his wife next to him in anger.

There was no answer, and the village chief looked at him and saw that his wife was lying there honestly, not like pretending to be asleep.

The village chief felt something was wrong, so he sat up, and the tremor still existed.

The village chief pulled the light bulb, and the orange-yellow light illuminated the entire room.

He glanced at it, and the tea jars placed in front of the TV were trembling slightly.

The village chief panicked. It could be that it was an earthquake. Although they had never had an earthquake here, nothing was possible.

After putting on his clothes every few minutes, he pushed his wife to wake up, ran to another room to wake up his son and daughter-in-law, and the whole family came to the yard.

At this time, the vibration amplitude became larger and larger, but the frequency was always very stable.

The village chief originally wanted to shout with a loudspeaker and let everyone in the village get up, but when he came out, he found that the lights were on in other families, and everyone ran to the yard.

"Village Chief, is there an earthquake?" the neighbor asked, standing beside the sword.

"I don't want to see you (not necessarily mean), don't go into the house first." The village chief said, putting his clothes together.

At this moment, a young man and a half rolled in and rushed in from the door, and the door bolt was broken by him.

"Are you suffering from the plague? Let me sneer?" The village chief cursed angrily.

"Second uncle! It's not good, go to the west end to take a look! It's haunted!" said the person who came panting.

The village chief took a deep breath and did not curse. This kid was Xiao Ga from the family in Khinto, and his father and he were relatives of uncles.

"Don't talk about it, where did the ghost come from?" The village chief pretended to be calm, but he was panicked. He didn't know why he remembered Zhang Erlangzi and the stupid girl.

"Second uncle! It's so haunted! Let's ask someone to take a look!" The person who came was crying.

Now he couldn't believe it anymore. He picked up the loudspeaker and shouted: "One family comes out, take the guys with me and follow me to the west end of the village!"

When the village chief followed the young man to the avenue, other families also came out one after another, holding scythes, hoes, three forks, five-tooth scratches, rolling pins and other sharp weapons in their hands.

The village chief turned on the flashlight and shook it to the west end of the village, but saw nothing.

At the end of the cement road in the west end of the village is an intersection, with a small bridge to the south, and to the south is the road leading to the city. The west and north extending out are dirt roads leading to Hetao.

If the villagers have anything to do, they will burn paper at the intersection. It is actually a very evil place, and everyone will not go there at night.

However, there are many people and are brave, and the village chief takes the lead. Who can't go so much that he has to bite the bullet and go.

The crowd soon gathered to the village chief. Looking at his shrimp soldiers and crab generals, the village chief became bolder.

The vibration still exists until now, and as we approach the west side of the village, the vibration becomes stronger.

The village chief is not afraid that Zhang Erlangzi and his wife will become ghosts, but in his eyes, they are fools when they are alive, so what can they do if they die?

As the intersection was getting closer and closer, the village chief found something was wrong. He clearly saw the people there, but he couldn't see anything when he used a flashlight to illuminate it.

The villagers around who were chatting from time to time were no longer moving for a while, only the sparse sound of footsteps.

A flash of inspiration in the village chief's mind, and he seemed to know what the vibration was. It was caused by neat steps, and the owner of the steps was those dark shadows that could not be seen clearly.

But why do those people walk silently? Could it be that they are not humans?

Thinking of this, the village chief shivered, but when he thought about the many people around him, he couldn't be embarrassed, so he had to continue walking forward.

Finally arrived at the intersection, and the village chief saw the true face of those dark shadows.

They were a group of soldiers, soldiers wearing ancient armor, holding sharp swords and iron shields, their armor was ragged, and their exposed skin was exposed in many places, and their eyes were green and greasy.

These soldiers walked in neat steps, coming from the northeast and heading southwest.

Every time their feet land on the ground, the ground would vibrate, but there was no sound.

Although the distance is not close, the village chief still felt the forced cold air, which penetrates the heart and makes people creepy.

A legend that I heard from my grandfather came to the heart of the village chief, and the ghost soldiers borrowed the passage.

The village chief used to think that this was just a legend, and it was a story told by grandpa to scare him, but what could this scene in front of him be if it was not a ghost soldier?

The other villagers were also stupid, and some people didn't know that the tools in their hands fell to the ground.

"Second uncle, look, what's not a haunted person?" said the young man who reported the news.

The village chief gave him a big neck, "Don't make a noise!"

The village chief's voice was a little louder, and the marching ghost soldiers actually stopped neatly and turned around and looked here together.

The village chief's heart suddenly became cold, Ma De! It's over!
Chapter completed!