Uncover the mystery of ghost marriage in Snake Village: Snake Wife

"What's the matter?"

Seeing Alan's tears, the village chief seemed to let go of his original vigilance, and frowned, "What's wrong with your sister, and what is your purpose for coming here? Why did you come?"

"Alas," Alan cried, "It's painful to say the least. I have a younger sister. Although she is not the same father and mother as me, she is also a snake-man. He disappeared recently, and I can't find him.

But I know through other people's information that he is now in a village near your village, but the people in this village are all real human beings, and my sister is a snake-man. I am really scared.

Now I can't contact my sister anymore, but I am really worried about her. I want to come to a woman's house, and I am facing people from a village. It would be a bad thing if her identity is discovered.

So the main purpose of my visit this time is to find the village where my sister is, but I know it is difficult, but I met Huzi halfway, and Huzi was willing to help me, saying that he could ask about the situation. "

"Village?" The village chief looked blank, "I really don't know any villages nearby. Our village has always been ours, and it's still surrounded by mountains. The purpose is to prevent humans from entering."

"Of course I know that. Huzi said he could take me to the prophet. Maybe he knows this place." Alan's sad expression has not diminished. "I know that such a request is rude, but I am a foreigner and want to see your prophet. ,

But Mr. Village Chief, I really hope you can help me, I really miss my sister so much, I beg you not to drive me away, please help me! "

"Okay, Huzi, you can take him there."

With the approval of the village chief, Huzi relaxed most of his mind, got up and took Alan to the prophet's house.

The structure of the village, in the eyes of Alan, is very miraculous, surrounded by the center, and the house where the prophet lives is just in the middle of the village, which indicates that all people are protected by restrictions.

In his hand is a white lantern, the candlelight is flickering, in the dark as if being strangled by someone's throat, flickering, flickering, every time it seems to be extinguished, but they are tenaciously alive down.

"arrive."

Huzi led Alan to the door of the prophet's house.

"Go in," Huzi said, holding the lantern in his hand, and slapped his buttocks and sat down on the steps.

"Aren't you going with me?"

"No need, the prophet is already inside, and he will answer all your questions that she can know. Of course, I cannot guarantee that she knows the place you are looking for, but she is a prophet after all. If he doesn't know, I will really It's Aimo who can't help."

It has already done its best.

Alan walked up the class steps, and when he was holding the doorknob, he stopped suddenly. Looking back at the back of Huzi who was sitting on the steps with a lantern in his hand, he still couldn't help hesitating, and he dared not make a move.

"Don't waste time, if you want to know what you need, just bravely open this door"

The room was not big, and there was a faint candle in the room, flickering constantly, as if it might be extinguished at any time.

In the middle of the room was a woman dressed as a nun. She was an old man who looked over half a century old.

"Are you the outsider in the village today?"