Mysterious recovery: starting from the strange lake

Chapter 31 The Story About Huanggang Village
In this world, the only thing that can be dressed in gold and can be exchanged for a girl's life here is a ghost. Yu Qian doesn't know what kind of ghost it is, but it shouldn't be too bad.

Even if it's a little bit close, if you don't need it yourself, you can make a lot of money by selling it.

He moved his mouth and gave a useless straw in exchange for the position of a imprisoned ghost. Thinking about it this way, this deal is not a bad deal.

In addition, he also sold someone's face, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this transaction has made a lot of money.

At this moment, the speed of the bus has not started to slow down, and the distance to the suburbs is getting closer and closer. Yu Qian is very clear about what this means.

If he couldn't get out of the car before entering the spirit land, then this girl with refined temperament would have to follow him to the mass grave.

If something like this really happened, it's okay, the big deal is that the girl was killed by a ghost, it's not a big deal.

Anyway, it's none of his business, if the girl dies, he'll just stop looking for that ghost, and just pretend that the deal never existed.

So Yu Qian was not in a hurry at all. He propped his chin and looked out the window very leisurely. People who put life and death aside are the least anxious.

"Well, my name is Liu Baiqing, what's your name?" The girl looked at Yu Qian who looked away from her, she gritted her teeth and asked this question.

"What's the point of knowing my name?"

Yu Qian turned her head and looked at this woman with a cool name and demeanor with great interest.

"I...I just want to know the name of the person who saved my life, nothing else."

Seeing Yu Qian's answer, Liu Baiqing quickly waved his hand, expressing that he had no extra thoughts.

"Actually, you don't even need to tell me your name. I'm not interested. We are destined to have little intersection." Yu Qian said casually.

"I know what you little girls think. The grace of saving your life is nothing more than a physical promise. It's true that you are a handsome and capable person."

"But if it's an ugly person, what you think in your heart is the grace of saving your life. The little girl has nothing to repay, and she just wants to be a cow or a horse in the next life."

"You said what I said, right?"

Did Yu Qian talk too much? He wanted to see what this woman would look like when she heard what he said.

He had seen and heard too many cases like this before.

It's nothing more than two points, handsome, promise yourself with your body, ugly, repay in the next life, this is very realistic, but it is the truth.

Hearing Yu Qian's words, Liu Baiqing's face turned red immediately, she lowered her head, but quickly raised her head again, she looked directly at Yu Qian:

"What you said is the truth. All women in the world are like this. There are only a few who really don't care about their appearance. Both men and women like beautiful things. A beautiful rose attracts not only butterflies, but also people. Men and women, this is nature, everyone in the world is like this."

"Abandoning the ugly and respecting the beautiful is not wrong."

"So?" Yu Qian said with a smile.

"So, there's nothing wrong with me liking the mysterious you. If it's someone else, I don't think I'm wrong." Liu Baiqing said.

"I didn't say you were wrong." Yu Qian nodded, agreeing with the woman's point of view.

But it was just a little bit of agreement, Yu Qian looked out of the window again, and suddenly felt a little speechless to himself, why did he discuss this with this little girl when he was fine?
Have nothing to do?

Sure enough, people can't be too idle.

"So...can you tell me your name?" Liu Baiqing asked a little nervously.

"Hehe... can't."

Yu Qian tilted her head and turned her face around, with a smile on her face, but when Liu Baiqing saw Yu Qian's face at this moment, her face suddenly turned extremely pale, her mouth was open, unable to speak a word.

I saw Yu Qian at this moment, the skin on his face became extremely transparent, his eyes were pitch black, and a large stream of black water mixed with red straw was scurrying in the skin.

She didn't see eyeballs, blood vessels or bones, only the black water and the red straws.

"Hehe...Little girl, reasoning is not always right, like now, do you still want to like me?"

Yu Qian's skin began to recover again, but it changed back to its previous appearance after a while. He looked at the frightened girl with great interest, and an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

For some reason, Yu Qian felt a little happy. Could it be that scary things make people feel happy?

This may be the case, you can try more in the future.

Ignoring the girl at the moment, he looked out the window and continued to listen to the story told by the boy.

Liu Baiqing stared at Yu Qian in a daze, tears fell down her face unconsciously, she cried, but she was scared to cry.

Well, it's cool to be scary, but it's a little uncomfortable if you cry from scare, but Yu Qian doesn't care about it, it's just crying, it's nothing.

He doesn't have that much sympathy.

The girl's silent crying did not arouse Yu Qian's pity. Yu Qian fell into thinking after listening to the story told by the boy in front.

Going back to the point where the story ended, Lao Wangtou went to the bathroom because of the urgency to urinate, but he didn't expect that when he went to the bathroom, his stomach also hurt.

He has no choice but to solve the tuba here, because there are already people in the toilet in the village, and he won't be able to get out for a while, so he can only find a grass to solve this physiological need.

However, when he settled his problems comfortably, he returned to the village, only to find that there was no one at the scene, and all the villagers who had watched the theater before were gone, even those who sang the opera.

A stage and melon seeds were left on the spot.

When he saw this scene, Lao Wang subconsciously thought that the play was over and everyone broke up.

But when he thought about it carefully, something was wrong. It had only been a few minutes since he left and now he was full of energy. At that time, the play was halfway through, how could it be finished so quickly?
Although he didn't know how long a play lasted, the troupe had already said it before singing, and it would not end until twelve o'clock.

At that time, there were basically no mobile phones, and there was a big speaker for notifications and the way of sending letters, so the villagers also developed the method of watching the moon to tell the time.

At that time, Old Wang looked at the moonlight and estimated that it was only around ten o'clock, which was more than an hour and a half away from the twelve o'clock that the troupe said.

This is not normal.

The old Wangtou also thought about some problems that caused the show to leave early. Unforeseen circumstances caused the plan to fail to keep up with the changes, which is normal.

Looking at the situation at the scene, this is obviously not the case.

The scene was very messy, with melons and fruits and confetti all over the place, and even Lao Wangtou saw someone's clothes left on the bench.

According to the normal situation, if the venue is over, the village head will leave a few people to clean it up, and this situation will never happen.

Not to mention that there are still people whose clothes will be left here. You must know that in that era, losing a piece of clothing was also a loss, and those women who managed the house well would scold them for several days.

Things are getting more and more wrong, and there is still a doubt. It is normal for the villagers to leave after the opera is over, but what about those opera performers?
Where do they live in the village?

Could it be possible to go straight back to town?

But this shouldn't be right, he didn't see any cars passing by when he was in the tub before, but the road to the town is only that one, if they go back, he can't not see it.

Things get weird.

Old Wangtou was a little flustered, but because of the reason at that time, Old Wangtou still didn't think about ghosts and gods. He bravely searched the village for a while, hoping to meet the village chief, but he searched the village all around , I didn't see a person in a daze.

Moreover, as time passed, the old Wangtou only felt that the surrounding area was getting colder and colder. You must know that it was July and August, and because of the region, they only felt cool at one or two o'clock in the morning.

And now it's only ten o'clock, so it's cooling down?This is clearly not right.

The more the old Wangtou searched, the more he felt that something was wrong. If he couldn't find anyone and didn't say anything, he felt more and more uncomfortable, always feeling that something was going to happen.

At that time, although I paid attention to believing in science, I was in the countryside and encountered such a situation, but anyone with a normal mind would think about that kind of thing.

Old Wangtou is certainly no exception.

When thinking of these, he also returned to the place where he watched the play before.

But when he saw the scene, he was stunned.

"Guess..."

"Guess your uncle! Hurry up and say it! I'm moaning, I won't let you see the sun tomorrow!"

Seeing that the boy wanted to do the same trick again, the girl sitting next to him turned sharp eyes, and raised her fist by the way. This posture clearly meant that as long as he dared to show off, she would directly punch the boy in the face.

Seeing that the form was wrong, the boy quickly dismissed the idea of ​​being a joke, and immediately took it.

Seeing the story continue, Yu Qian silently retracted the straw in his hand into his sleeve, and the story continued.

"I saw that the venue was normal before, but it became different just a few minutes after Lao Wangtou left."

The melon and fruit confetti on the ground became rotten and moldy at some point, and some of the fruits that hadn't been eaten had already grown black hairs.

Especially the few pieces of clothes that were left behind had become tattered, as if they had been left for several years.

Even those benches seemed to have been eaten by moths, and some had fallen apart on the ground.

The scene was a mess, and the smell of decaying and moldy objects wafted in the air. The old Wangtou was frightened and paralyzed on the ground.

He opened his mouth wide looking at this scene, unable to utter a word.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the old Wangtou suddenly recalled the Huadan he saw before, and he suddenly realized something.

They may not be watching a play sung by living people.

When thinking of this, the hair on the old Wang's head stood on end, he stood up suddenly, turned around and ran outside without hesitation.

And just after he ran for a while, the sound of singing and applause suddenly sounded behind him.

The old Wangtou was startled at the time, and he had the courage to look back, but it was just this look that almost didn't frighten his soul.

Behind him, at the place where he watched the play before, all the villagers with pale faces, numb expressions, and empty eyes were looking straight at the old Wangtou.

On the other hand, they were all wearing a blood-red costume, and there were some hanging on the costume.

Seeing this kind of scene, Lao Wangtou's legs were frightened and weak. According to Lao Wangtou's statement, he didn't know how he ran at that time, but his legs felt light.

Afterwards, he didn't know anymore, as if he passed out halfway through the run.

Later, he didn't know what was going on, he only knew that when he woke up, it was already dawn, and he was not in the village but in the town.

When he woke up, several people came to ask him about it. They said they were officials and hoped that he would cooperate.

At that time, Old Wang was almost speechless. Seeing that they couldn't ask what was going on, they said they would come back later, and arranged a few people to watch him day and night.

Old Wangtou didn't know if those were the ones watching him.

After the old Wangtou was able to speak later and regained his senses, those people finally asked what happened.

When the old king finished talking, the expressions of those people became a bit serious. One of them went out at that time, and he went to make a phone call, as if he was contacting someone.

Vaguely, the old Wangtou heard the words, such as the failure of the test, the big ghost, sending someone, etc. He didn't think about it at the time, and he understood what it meant later.

When Old Wangtou was able to be discharged from the hospital, that is, a month later, the first thing he did when he was discharged from the hospital was to inquire about the situation in his village.

But the result he got was unacceptable to him. At that time, the result he got was that there was no such village at all, but how could this be possible?

He grew up there since he was a child, would he not know if there is such a village?
So he didn't believe in this evil, and continued to inquire, but what finally greeted him was the ending of going in to eat.

After staying in it for almost a few years, one time when he was eating, the old Wang Tou suddenly remembered a conversation, which seemed to be heard before he fell into a coma.

"Information error, the rule is not three, but six..."

"It's over?" the girl sitting next to the boy said with some doubts.

"Well... it's over. Grandpa Wang doesn't want to talk about the rest of the matter, so I don't want to ask more." The boy said.

Uh……

The carriage became quiet, the girl looked at the boy, her eyes flickered slightly, she hesitated for a while before she put her hand down.

"Did Grandpa Wang tell you what the name of that village is?" The girl sitting in front of the boy suddenly asked.

"I told you that it's called Huanggang Village," the boy said.

Hearing this village, Yu Qian's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes suddenly narrowed:

"Huanggang Village? Are you kidding me!"

Yu Qian's heart is not very peaceful, how is this possible, this story has nothing to do with Huanggang Village, how could it be Huanggang Village?

"Could it be the same name?"

Yu Qian thought.

"Huanggang Village? I haven't heard of it. Did Grandpa Wang say where it is?" the girl asked again.

"I told you that it was in Dachang City, but it's a pity that Grandpa Wang didn't tell me the story until the end." The boy said regretfully.

"Ah? In the end? Grandpa Wang passed away?" the girl asked in surprise.

"Well, during the holiday not long ago, I went to dinner." The boy said sadly.

"Oh...it seems that there is no follow-up, Huang Bin, your story is incomplete, it sounds uncomfortable." A boy said.

"This is something that can't be helped. I also want to know what's going on behind it, but it's a pity... oh... what a pity." Huang Bin felt helpless.

Several people in the carriage felt sorry for each other, but Yu Qian fell silent, thinking that he might be arranged again.

He didn't believe that his luck would be so good, just a few short-lived ghosts could tell stories about Huanggang Village.

Yu Qian looked out the window, his eyes became dark, and at this moment, the boy said again;
"However, there is one strange thing. When I went to the funeral of Grandpa Wang, I looked at the portrait of Grandpa Wang, and I didn't feel like Grandpa Wang. I don't know if it was because I haven't seen Grandpa Wang for a long time, or Because of other things, anyway, I just don’t feel like it.”

Hearing this, something suddenly came to Yu Qian's mind. He took a deep look at Huang Bin, and he finally understood why they got on this bus.

(End of this chapter)