It really is that money can turn ghosts around, and the village chief's introduction is obviously more detailed and patient than the last time he faced Fang Jun.

Fang Jun just looked around without saying a word, and the only thing he felt was that there were so many snakes in this village, that he couldn't even describe it by how many, but outside the house, on the walls, on the beams of the door, there were all snakes. It's a snake.

Snake galls exposed to the sun in the sieve, snake skins hanging on the wall, and sections of snake meat that had been cut into pieces gave off bursts of stench along with the wind and dust.

The snake seemed to be tightly linked with everything in this village.

Life and death are dependent on each other, and destiny is dependent on each other.

"There are so many snakes in this village." Fang Jun couldn't help but opened his mouth.

The village chief nodded, but his tone was proud, "Of course, our Liu family village has been blessed by the snake god for hundreds of years. Think about it, there are always inexhaustible resources in this wild mountain. Inexhaustible snake, isn’t this a gift from heaven, what is it?”

Another snake god.

Fang Jun rolled his eyes and said nothing speculative.

The three followed suit, and the village chief introduced some of them. Although Su Yawen agreed with his mouth, his eyes were looking around the village.

As Fang Jun said, there are surprisingly many snakes in this village, but in his own opinion, this is no longer so simple, it is even a flood, and the dense snake gall, snake skin and snake letters make his skin goosebumps all over the place.

"Village Chief, who are these people?" Following the voice, he saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy walking over from a distance, with bare feet and a dark face, and wiped the sweat from his face, "Today Good harvest!"

Looking at the bamboo pole in the child's hand, Su Yawen and Fang Jun gasped involuntarily. Dozens of snakes of different lengths were tied to the top of the bamboo pole, all of which were dead, hanging straight. on a stick.

Sure enough, it is inexhaustible. The densely packed snakes have hundreds of snakes in a village. What is the concept of hundreds of snakes? The villagers are so greedy for demand?

Snakes are not like insects, they can be repeated endlessly, but the snakes here seem to be copied and pasted without restraint.

After hesitating, the three of them walked towards the other side of the village.

"Where is the village chief?" Walking through an open space, Su Yawen's eyes were attracted by a wasteland in the distance.

It's not the same as this seemingly house, the place in the distance is like a child surrounded by arms, on the ground floor, there are more than a dozen holes exposed to the sun, and there is no grass around, and few people pass by.

It seems that everyone is avoiding it.

The village head glanced in Su Yawen's direction, casually, "Oh, that was originally the place where our village fetched water, but when the water dried up, it became a graveyard, where the dead are buried, which is very unlucky."

Su Yawen settled down, "Then we..."

"No!" The village chief was categorical, and the smile that was still on just now quickly cooled down, "This is a forbidden area of ​​our village, not to mention you outsiders, everyone in our village has rules, unless the family dies on April [-]th. Except for worship, it is not allowed to go at other times, you want to break the rules of our village?"

Looking at the murderous eyes of the village chief, Su Yawen took a breath, and quickly waved his hands, "No, no, I won't go if I don't, I just ask..."

"There is a ghost." Fang Jun stood behind and leaned into Su Yawen's ear, muttering.

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