Compared to the size of the island in the middle of the lake, the current permanent population of the island is not large. In the past, the islanders relied on fishing or terraced fields in the gentle mountains to make a living, but in recent years, they have started to engage in tourism, and everyone has adapted measures to local conditions, and the idle houses have been cleaned up a little, and it has become a "folk resort" to receive tourists.

In order to facilitate the investigation, Shui Bingyu and Meng Xingchen did not let Liu Xiaoguang arrange a place to live, they found a household by themselves and stayed temporarily.

The owner of the house is called Ma Dafa, and he is a warm old man. His children have gone out to work, and he is the only one left at home. Shui Bingyu and Meng Xingchen's stay can just help him relieve some loneliness, so he is not only very favorable in terms of price, but also busy and very thoughtful.

After the two of them finished washing, Ma Dafa had already prepared lunch. The island's own food is mainly sweet potatoes, and the dishes that accompany the rice are naturally indispensable to fish and shrimp from the sea. Although the cooking techniques are relatively simple, the fish and shrimp are fresh, but they are also mouth-watering.

The three of them sat around a table, and while Meng Xingchen was eating, he asked Ma Dafa about the customs and customs of the island, and the topic naturally turned to the Ghost Shadow Lake.

"The legend of Ghost Shadow Lake, that's all true!" Ma Dafa was also quite interested in this topic, and talked eloquently, "Now they all say that they want to break feudal superstitions, and outsiders who are ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, and so on definitely don't believe it." But if you know what happened on the island in the middle of the lake, it might not be so strange. I'm afraid that to this day, there are still not a few lonely ghosts wandering around the island!"

"Oh, what special thing happened to the island in the middle of the lake back then?" Shui Bingyu was secretly a little strange.

"Of course, I can't mention it, and there will be a lot of people who don't dare to come to play if I say it. Ma Dafa lowered his voice and continued mysteriously, "There were tens of thousands of residents on the island in the middle of the lake, but just five years ago, there was a plague on the island, and more than half of the people died!"

Ma Dafa's past story seems to bring everyone back to that tragic history. There was a brief silence at the table.

"In your opinion, is the dark shadow on this 'Ghost Lake' also related to that plague?" asked Shui Bingyu.

"Well, of course, the dark shadow appeared in the days after the plague. Every night when the moon is full, a dark shadow appears in the lake in the middle of the island, and it is said that it is the soul of the deceased who is reluctant to leave his hometown, so he will look in the direction of his homeland every night. ”

After all, this statement is too subjective. Meng Xingchen shook his head.

Shui Bingyu pondered for a moment, then asked, "Then when did this black shadow disappear?"

Ma Dafa narrowed his eyes and showed a very mysterious look: "The matter of ghosts, of course, if you want to solve it, you have to start from the root of the problem." Later, the villagers set up a shrine on the shore to overtake the spirits of the dead who were scattered outside, and the black shadow naturally disappeared. ”

Hearing this, Shui Bingyu had a new idea in his heart: "Wrong, wrong, now it seems that this black shadow is neither a corpse nor a soul, but a living person." Is it possible that someone on the island is pretending to be a ghost?"

When Ma Dafa heard this, he actually laughed out loud: "Little girl, you are really a foreigner, you have never seen the power of the 'Ghost Shadow Lake', who can pretend to be a ghost there? Then you don't need to pretend! He will really become a ghost soon!"

Meng Xingchen grinned self-deprecatingly, it seems that this "Ghost Shadow Lake" is really not an ordinary place, and if he wants to express any opinions, he has to go to the field to see it first.

Suddenly, Shui Bingyu thought of something and asked Ma Dafa, "Uncle Ma, how many years have you been on the island?"

"More than 50 years, a lifetime!" Ma Dafa's tone was filled with some pride.

"Was there a person named Hao Ming on the island before?"

"Hao Ming?" Ma Dafa lowered his head and thought for a while, "I don't have an impression, but there are too many people who have left the island over the years, and I don't know many of them." However, there is a Haojia village on the south side of the island, where the plague started five years ago, and the whole village died!

When Shui Bingyu and Meng Xingchen heard this, they suddenly came to their senses, and after lunch, the two rested for a while, and then got up and went to Haojia Village.