Small town adventure

Chapter 227

Let's not gossip, seeing a red sun hanging in the west, burning a large area of ​​sunset, Qingyang Daochang and others have packed everything, and they are about to set off for the 'Ghost Village'.

In fact, none of these people had a good rest. Everyone had their own concerns, plus they were worried about the old man, making it even more difficult to fall asleep.

After several hours of being in such a daze, several people met outside the thatched hut. The old man was also ready at this time, smoking a big cigarette pot in silence at the door, with no expression on his face.

The old man glanced at Daoist Qingyang and the others, and said calmly: "Let's go now."

Daoist Qingyang nodded, turned around and took another look at Shui'er and Zhang Yihan, seeing that they were also packed properly, he turned to the old man and said, "Please guide the way, old man."

The old man nodded, without making a sound, he walked slowly in the direction of 'Ghost Village'.

Everyone was silent along the way, except for the occasional barking sound of Heizi when Shui'er teased Heizi.

The old man has been leading the way without turning his head, as if he is familiar with this path.Sometimes the old man would stop while walking, squint his eyes to look around, sometimes he would sigh a few times, but he shook his head and remained silent.

Just like this, I walked stop and go with the old man for about three or four hours before the old man stopped and stopped moving forward.

In front is the 'Ghost Village'!It just appeared in front of everyone unexpectedly.

Where the old man paused, there was a big locust tree with a crooked neck not far in front of him. The old man stared at the tree in front of him and stood there for a long time without moving for half an hour.

Everyone present knew that it was this crooked locust tree that once hanged his only son to death!
Daoist Qingyang came to this place for the first time. Although he heard many people say how eerie and inexplicable this village is, when he stood in this village in person, he was completely overwhelmed by the scene in front of him. Shocked.

The village in front of me was not yet completely covered by night, and a round of fluffy moon hung in the air, emitting a strange pale white color, as if covering the whole village with a layer of darkness. It's like frost that chills people to the bone.Most of the trees in the village are dead, there is no leaf on the tree, and those bare trunks stand in the dark night, looking like evil ghosts with teeth and claws...

(End of this chapter)