On the dark loess, the bus slowly began to slow down until it stopped. The door opened and Lin Qian stood up, with scarlet eyes flashing.

"Huaihuang Village? It looks like there are a lot of ghosts."

Lin Qian looked at the village not far away, calculating something in his mind. Calculating based on time, it was at most one to two days before the post office would deliver the letter.

During this period, he cannot stay on the bus, otherwise the ghost post office will not be able to find him. Once this happens, it will be a lot of fun.

So at this stop, he had to get off the bus. He would only be found in a supernatural place, or in reality, a ghost post office.

It just so happens that this village called Huaihuang Village has many evil ghosts, and it seems that the level of terror is just that, so it shouldn't be a big problem if it is pushed horizontally.

Footsteps sounded outside the bus, and the yellow mud and grass were trampled into ashes. Two or three ghosts carrying white paper lanterns and wearing condolence clothes walked down the earth bridge and came towards the bus.

It seems that this is the rhythm to get on the bus.

Lin Qian hugged Coco, and Coco's little hands grabbed Lin Qian's clothes and murmured in her sleep:

"Dad, Ke Ke wants to eat Pleasant Goat. Pleasant Goat is so delicious..."

Lin Qian twitched the corner of her mouth, wiped the drool from the corner of Coco's mouth, and walked off the bus. Roast a whole lamb, just roast a whole lamb. What the hell is Pleasant Goat? It seems that Coco can't let Coco watch these cartoons next time.

If one day the interest comes, and he suddenly tells him that he wants to eat Big Big Wolf, Mr. Bao Bao, is it really possible for him to go abroad to get some?

Isn't this funny?

Wei Song gently raised his head, as he always did, secretly taking a look at what Lin Qian was doing. Just like before, he quickly lowered his head after taking one look. That scene, no matter how many times he saw it, was still breathtaking.

After getting off the bus, Lin Qian looked at the three good-looking ghosts, nodded slightly, his eyes flashed red, and the three starving ghosts appeared directly next to them.

After grabbing the ghosts' necks and lifting them up, Lin Qian walked up to the three ghosts with a smile in her eyes, reached out and pulled off the white paper lanterns they were holding.

The white paper lantern flickered with white light, and the corpse odor emitted from the lantern was a bit pungent. Lin Qian frowned, feeling a little disappointed.

These three white paper lanterns were actually just used for funerals. Their function was very rubbish. They served as a notification to other ghosts to come to express their condolences. To put it bluntly, they were just like a white ghost candle.

It is not as convenient to use as the ghost candle. Someone must die and this lantern can be carried out to attract ghosts. Although it can be used when going out normally, the effect is not very good. It can basically be said to have no effect.

“What a garbage supernatural item.”

Lin Qian was disappointed and put the lantern into the painting. At first, considering the high quality of these three mourning ghosts, she thought the lantern would be very good, but it turned out to be such a virtue.

Let the starving ghost swallow the ghost in his hand, Lin Qian stared at the village at the end of the earth bridge, and he probably knew what was going on.

"Did some old guy die? Or did an ordinary person die?"

Based on the three white paper lanterns and the mourning ghost, Lin Qian was sure that someone died in Huaihuang Village, but he didn't know what kind of being died.

If he is an ordinary person, then his trip will be in vain. If he is an old man, then he will make a lot of money today.

The old guys who survived the Republic of China all had bad ghosts in them. The old guys of that era all took the path of completing the puzzle.

The evil ghosts on his body are all composed of three or four, or even five or six evil ghosts with complementary killing patterns. This type of evil ghost not only has an outrageous killing pattern, but also an even more terrifying degree.

Looking at the village, Lin Qianyan thought for a while, thought about it, and decided not to think about it. It doesn't matter whether the old man died or an ordinary person died. He will know when he goes in and takes a look. Guess here, after all.

Wasted effort.

There was no light in the dim sky, and underneath the yellowed and cracked earth bridge was a winding stream with no end in sight. The stream was gurgling, dead, and empty.

The tombs hanging on the doors of every house looked particularly eerie and strange in the dark night. The paper money scattered on the ground was picked up by the wind and flew towards the sky.

Several dead and rotten locust trees stood crookedly in the village, their branches showing their teeth and claws, like a pair of devil's claws.

Lin Qian looked at them together with a calm expression. The boy's eyes under his glasses were unremarkable. When he stepped onto the earth bridge, a coldness suddenly filled his body. The earth bridge trembled violently under his feet. The yellow mud on the bridge suddenly began to squirm towards him.

It spread on Lin Qian's feet.

As if intending to engulf Lin Qian, the old and blackened paper money was flying in the air, as if someone threw a handful of paper money into the air to see off the living people walking onto the earth bridge.

Lin Qian calmly looked at his feet that were submerged in the yellow mud. He easily pulled his feet out of the yellow mud and gently shook the soil on his feet. A coldness that was more terrifying than the earth bridge appeared.

Covering the entire earth bridge, the squirming yellow mud instantly calmed down, and the paper money flying in the air fell back into the soil.

Lin Qian walked across the earth bridge with an expressionless face and came to the other end of the bridge. Lin Qian turned around and lowered his head, his eyes flashed for a while, and he took out a painting from his pocket.

Spreading out the painting, Lin Qianmeng inserted his hand into the earth bridge, and without much effort, he demolished the earth bridge, and then, nothing happened.

What happened next was very logical, and the earth bridge was smoothly installed into the painting. There were no accidents during the process, and no scary ghosts appeared to stop it.

Putting the painting away, Lin Qian looked at the empty creek and nodded with satisfaction:

"It's a pity, there is nothing magical about this creek, otherwise I would have made a lot of money today."

Lin Qian shook his head, with a look of regret on his face.

Looking away from the creek, Lin Qian looked at Huaihuang Village. The paper money was flying like a dancing girl, which looked particularly "moving" in the darkness.

"Why are these supernatural places so unfair?"

Lin Qiandi muttered and walked towards Huaihuang Village. The village was not big. Although it was shrouded in darkness, Lin Qiandi could still see the end at a glance.

After a little counting, there were only about a hundred households, which were no different from the Qingfeng Town I went to before, except that one had a yellow dirt road and the other had a bluestone road.

Walking into the village, Lin Qian frowned, and a slight coldness disappeared from his body.

At this time, the village that had been shrouded in darkness suddenly became bright, and a bright sun suddenly appeared in the sky.

The sun shines on the earth, and the originally muddy path becomes dry. The locust trees that were dry and black before suddenly become spring again, and the branches are covered with tender green leaves.

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Some farmers walked out of the village. They were dressed very simply, in coarse linen clothes. Some were carrying dung buckets as if they were going to water vegetables, and some were carrying backpacks as if they were going to cut grass.

The expressions on their faces all appeared to be normal, and some of them were walking together, chatting about some daily trivial matters.

In the village, a little smoke rises, and a hungry aroma of rice comes from every house.

The crow of chickens resounded in the village, accompanied by the sounds of dogs, geese, ducks, and some women scolding children.

At this moment, the village came to life, starting from the moment Lin Qian entered.

Lin Qian squinted her eyes and turned to look behind her. There were no buses or streams, just terraced fields in which the green rice looked full of life.

Between the rice fields, golden and red carps occasionally leap up, bite off a grain of rice, and then return to the water with a splash of water. It is such an idyllic landscape, a paradise.

Lin Qian's eyes flashed red as he scanned the surroundings. If he hadn't seen what this village looked like before, he might have really believed it.

"Supernatural manifestation? No, no, there are no supernatural fluctuations in these villagers and buildings."

"Is it Li Gui's memory, or that old guy's memory? Or is it some other ability?"

Through the observation just now, Lin Qian found that there were no strong supernatural beings in this village. Although there was a cold and cold atmosphere around it, this could not prove anything.

If you didn't know what kind of village this was, but just saw it at first glance, you would just think that it was a very normal village.

"It's interesting. There may not be that many ghosts here, there may only be one."

"However, depending on the situation, one is enough."

There was a smile in Lin Qian's eyes. He seemed to be making a lot of money today. Instead of paying attention to the changes in the village, Lin Qian walked towards an old man lying in front of the door and basking in the sun. He planned to see what was going on first.

As long as he is sure that the ghost here is not an idealist or cursed ghost, he can basically flood the place with ghost blood instantly and capture the ghost.

If it is a cursed type of ghost, it will take some time. You need to find the source of the ghost. Otherwise, there is no other way. This kind of ghost cannot be drowned out with ghost blood. After all, it is a weird attack on the consciousness.

When I came to the old man's side, he was an old man who was almost sixty or seventy years old. He was relatively skinny, which may have been caused by working in the farm all his life.

There are also more wrinkles on the face. At a glance, I can only feel the vicissitudes of life approaching, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable. (I am thinking of grandpa, sorry)

"Uncle, you are basking in the sun."

Lin Qian sat on the threshold next to the old man and used the unique ability of Chinese people to tell lies with open eyes.

When the old man heard Lin Qian's question, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look over. He was a little surprised when he saw that Lin Qian was dressed very elegantly:

"Young man, a foreigner? Otherwise, why haven't I seen you? You look like you are still a scholar? You look very gentle."

Speaking of this, the old man seemed to have thought of something, his eyes full of memories:

"Studying is very promising. I almost got admitted to university back then. It's a pity that I forgot about the four ancient countries. Otherwise, I would also be a college student. It's a pity, it's such a pity."

The old man's face was full of regret. Lin Qian did not interrupt the old man's memories, and his eyes were thoughtful:

"I think back when I was admitted to university, the test questions were about the Four Ancient Countries..."

Lin Qian narrowed his eyes. He knew that the evil ghost here, no, it should be the age of the old guy who died here.

"The Republic of China, this is really an interesting and exciting era."

Looking at the normal scene around her, Lin Qian smiled and turned to look at an old woman walking towards here. She had an old face, white temples and sparse hair.

Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and stood up, with a smile on his face:

"Old man, what is going on? Are you dead or alive?"

The old woman, with her hands behind her back and a somewhat complicated expression, raised her head and looked around, somewhat silent. After a while, she let out a long sigh:

"Hunter, I really didn't expect that because of your arrival, the fierce ghost was forced to return to a memory node. You, the younger generation, are a bit too strong. How far has your generation gone?"

"Is everyone like you, or is it just you?"

The old woman sighed with emotion, walked over to Lin Qian and sat down, patted the threshold and motioned for him to sit down too.

After hearing the old woman's words, Lin Qian suddenly fell silent. She looked down at the old man with a somewhat ugly expression. After a while, she sat down.
To be continued...