It's an old room, and the furnishings are dusty and the objects look very old.

This house is next to the one Wang Ting just entered, except for the fact that there is no corpse in it, the same information and the same blood are telling people who come here to be quiet.

But apparently no more clues can be found here. Well, the only thing that can be done at the moment is to search nearby.

Even so, everyone was still nervous. After all, they didn't know anything about the situation in the village, and the countless corpses of starving ghosts and the bloody words that made people chill were enough to make them fearful.

Many people have expressed that they want to stay with Wang Ting, after all, the identity he shows now makes people think that he is a policeman.

If nothing else, there is still some sense of security.

It's just that Wang Ting didn't have the slightest idea of bringing these oil bottles, and said on the spot that anyone who was willing to go out with him at night to find clues would live with him, and no one would ask for this request again.

These people were all brought here for some reason, so no one can guess what will happen next.

Ding Xuan is an earth-bound spirit-level ghost repellent who belongs to the supernatural office.

Her mission this time was the same as Wang Ting's, but because Tianluo couldn't draw too many people, she was temporarily recruited by Tianluo to cooperate with Wang Ting's actions.

But after all, she belongs to the supernatural office, and before she came to Linmen Village, there were high-level officials of the supernatural office who approached her...

Wang Ting stretched his limbs and sat on the bed with his back against the stone wall, only knowing that a terrible thing happened here, but no one knew how it was, but since those villagers had left a quiet note before they died, as long as they didn't make too much noise from death, maybe it wouldn't be too dangerous for the time being.

Of course, this inference is only his general idea, and in the current situation, other people's thoughts are generally the same as his.

Although it was a strange place, a village of people died mysteriously, and a person here would have been frightened crazy, they were not one, but a group of people who were still terrified but not too panicked.

Some suspect that it is a strange disease, contagious, that kills a village for a certain period of time.

But it was quickly overthrown, because the blood left by those villagers when they were alive all proved that there was a person here who didn't know where to hide... It.

However, although most people find it scary, they don't pay much attention to it, and people are social animals. As long as there are many people, there is an inexplicable sense of security, even evil ghosts can't help them.

That's what a lot of people think.

After thinking about it, Wang Ting decided to get up and look around to see if he could find some clues, and after walking out of the house, he paid attention to his surroundings, and his night vision ability after fusing the ghost core made him choose a relatively spacious road with a wide field of vision all around. Walking on this road, there shouldn't be much of a problem. He must always be sober and must not make mistakes, and he has almost no experience.

When he later learned that Pei Guang was a half-step ghost-level ghost master who had solved dozens of supernatural events, Wang Ting couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, fortunately, the other party died at the hands of the rope ghost, otherwise if Pei Guang survived, at this time Wang Ting's grave grass would have grown.

With Wang Ting's current ability, there is still a gap between Pei Guang and the dead Pei Guang, Pei Guang died silently in a supernatural event, and he didn't dare to be careless.

There was silence all around, except for the occasional light breeze blowing through the weeds on the roadside, making a 'rustle' sound except for the sound of his own footsteps.

Wang Ting is glad that no one else follows him, more people does not necessarily mean high efficiency, those passengers who enter Linmen Village can't adapt to this kind of thing after all, so many people act in groups, maybe they will make too much noise, and the consequences will be unimaginable. Spread them out and avoid risk to the greatest extent.

However, the deeper purpose of his dispersal is that he wants to distinguish how loud the sound is beyond the quiet range of the last words of the dead villagers, and in the case of dispersion, he can avoid being affected by the pond fish, and he can also go to other survivors afterwards to learn some specific circumstances, so there is one more reference.

It sounds cold, but in supernatural events, the ghost protector is just a big ant compared to ordinary people.

Wang Ting's outlook on life was shattered as early as in that Internet café.

Life becomes infinitely fragile, but death is a shadow!

Under the strong pressure of this fear, he has completely given up on being a moral gentleman, and everything is based on survival as the first priority, and whether he can survive or not is the first goal.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the front, and then, Wang Ting stared at the door of a house on his left, because it was blown by the wind...... And slam it off!

Wang Ting's eyes stared at the windblown door without blinking, his body tense and stood motionless, his ghost qi condensed on his left arm, ready to make a move at any time.

He didn't stop it, because it was too far away for his speed, and the next moment a dull voice came far away in the dark and silent night.

Boom!

The voice was not light, and even when the voice fell on the ears of Wang Ting, who had been nervous, it was no less than thunder.

His heart lifted suddenly, his left hand already had a tendency to ghost, and the wind and grass around him became clearer at this moment.

It was as if something was going to come out of the tall bud in the next moment.

Did this voice go beyond the scope of keeping quiet in the villagers' last words?

He soon knew, as many blurred figures suddenly appeared in his sight.

The figure was far away from Wang Ting, and there was no sign of coming, but it was just occupying in all directions, like a strange formation.

In addition to this, the village ...... At this moment, it is still extremely silent...... Merely... There are some more blurred figures......

Along this path, he walked cautiously, not daring to make any noise, and even walked a few steps towards the ground to see if he would step on stones or branches, so as not to lead to more strange things.

On the left side of the road, there is a stone wall that has fallen into disrepair and is collapsing with mud and sand, and in the center of the wall is a stone door.

Entering through the stone gate, there is a row of long houses, which look like several houses living together. The row of longhouses was only one floor, and on an old wall, striking red letters still appeared: "Don't make a sound... It... Will hear...!

Wang Ting swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then looked carefully at the longhouse in front of him, a few willow trees were cut into branches and hung in front of the door, some clothes were hung, and there were some air-dried sweet potato slices and potato slices in the yard.

Do you want to go in? Wang Ting himself was hesitating in his heart, and even if he came this far, he was a little reluctant.