This minibus is really small, and it has slightly more than two rows of seats than a van, and it may be the size of a Honda business car at most.

The outside was dirty and covered in a thick layer of loess and marl, and I don't know how long it hadn't been washed, so exaggerated that I couldn't even see the original texture and color of the car, and the windshield was worn out by the worn wipers layer after layer of dirt.

Jiang Futing only relied on the broken red sticker on the glass to recognize that this was the car they were going to sit in.

He stretched out his hand, and the car slowly stopped.

There are not many seats in this kind of car, there are 12 in total, and they are close together, and as soon as you get on the bus, you can see that there are only two passengers in the car, both sitting in the back row, one on the far left and one on the far right.

When the group came up, the only few people in the car pressed their curious eyes on them.

Just a few of their white faces and neat clothes were already particularly incompatible with such a town.

"Where?" Before they could sit down, the car started and a woman selling tickets with a satchel, a gray cotton coat, and a red scarf around her neck walked up to their place.

Jiang Futing rummaged through the cash in his pocket, "Bitou Village, four." ”

After he finished reporting the name of the place, he obviously felt that everyone else in the car paused, and the atmosphere was a little uncomfortable for a while, and the gaze aimed at them became like a wind blade.

The conductor's expression was a little vague, watching something on them, but Jiang Futing's face had not become airtight for ten thousand years, and she couldn't see anything.

can only confirm seemingly unintentionally, "Go to Bitou Village?" ”

"Yes. How? Jiang Futing's voice was raised, with a slight coldness of questioning, and the conductor was shocked by his eyes like ice blades and hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

She lowered her head and took a mouthful of saliva on her fingertips, and tore off four tickets of the corresponding price, "Six yuan for one person, twenty-four for four people." ”

After Jiang Futing finished paying the money, he took the ticket with some disgust and immediately threw it to Bai Tang.

Bai Tang took it casually, and after waiting for Jiang Futing to sit down next to him, he deliberately whispered to him, "It's not clean, it's not sick." ”

Jiang Futing didn't answer him, but finally had time to take out his own rice dumplings, broke half of them and wrapped them in paper for Bai Tang, "It's a little cold." ”

"It's okay! It's okay! Bai Tang couldn't wait to take it, he had been thinking about the things in Jiang Futing's hand for a long time, and after eating, he lazily put a nest on the backrest.

He turned his head, rubbed Jiang Futing's shoulder, buried it in his ear and suppressed his voice and said, "There is a problem in this place." ”

Jiang Futing thought of the strange appearance of the conductor just now, he didn't know the town, but there must be something wrong with Bitou Village, that is, what Bai Tang noticed was wrong, and it was the same as what he would think.

"How?" He grabbed the waste paper towel in Bai Tang's hand, simply cleaned it up, and put it into a small bag for garbage.

Bai Tang casually glanced out of the car, and a mind had already explored all the vicinity of this town: "In this place, there is not a single lonely soul and wild ghost."

Jiang Futing understood something from his words.

According to common sense

Said, although the number of ghosts is not as good as that of people, most of them are directly taken to the bottom by ghosts after death, but there are always ghosts who are obsessed with resentment and do not want to be reincarnated, so they wander around outside and become lonely ghosts.

The Xia'an District in the urban area, where Bai Tang lived, was divided by himself, and all the ghosts did not dare to enter, and the ghosts did not care, but there would always be lonely ghosts and wild ghosts in other parts of City A from time to time.

Not to mention this kind of poor and remote country, where the grass and trees are lush, it is easier to hide ghosts.

But there is no one here, and there must be a demon when things go wrong.

He almost instinctively thought about the Immortal Sect, and turned his head just in time to see Bai Tang looking at him together, both of them seeing the same answer in the eyes of both of them.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Futing thought about it and asked.

"Report it to the people below first, this side of the realm is not under my control, my hand is here, and the others below will have opinions." Bai Tang squinted his eyes again and began to pretend to be asleep.

I don't know when the sun came out outside, the clouds were still very thick, and the white sun was like a big cake that was sandwiched in the thick clouds, and when it was sprinkled, the beam of light fell on this somewhat gray earth like a huge waterfall bead curtain.

Jiang Futing looked at Bai Tang's haloed side face, and no matter how much trouble he had was relaxed, "Okay." ”

He slowly closed his eyes and woke up in a daze from the sudden and violent jolting of the car.

There was no other road in sight outside the window, only the sheep intestine path that was driving at the moment, and when I looked up, there was a white tree on both sides of the car, and when I passed, I could hear the sound of the branches knocking on the window over and over again.

This road should have not been repaired, there are mud puddles of water and snow everywhere, and it slips from time to time when it is bumpy, even if Bai Tang wants to sleep a little longer, he is forced to open his eyes helplessly.

Jiang Futing turned around and leaned into the back seat, Ning Qiuyu was looking out of the window with a confused and painful expression, it should be a memory of the past.

He cleared his throat, and Ning Qiuyu and Ning Yuan looked at him at the same time.

"Isn't it almost there?" Jiang Futing watched the countless branches outside hit the car window, and the falling snow was hung up from the branch before it could fall, and the original dust-stained car window was wiped clean.

The outside environment was both strange and familiar, and Ning Qiuyu nodded a little blankly, "It should be." ”

Although she was surrounded by weeds and trees, she was slightly impressed.

And she felt it, it should be close enough, she could faintly sense the disconnected connection between her soul and body.

The car continued to drive for about ten minutes and suddenly stopped.

The conductor stood up a little impatiently and urged them to get off the bus, "Bitou Village has arrived!" You're getting off the bus. ”

A few people didn't even have time to come back to their senses to confirm the location, so they were driven out of the car by her, as if there was something terrible in this place.

After they got out of the car, the car accelerated away without hesitation.

Several people watched as the butt of the minibus disappeared into him

In their field of vision, only a thin cloud of white smoke remained.

Jiang Futing took a brief look at this place, it was indeed a bit desolate, and he didn't even see anyone on the way to the car.

When he was about to take out the rough route he had drawn by hand, he saw Ning Qiuyu walking silently in an unfamiliar direction alone.

"Autumn Rain!" Ning Yuan saw that she had broken away from them without permission, and hurriedly ran to follow.

Bai Chao looked in the direction they were leaving and said, "Don't take it, she should feel it herself." ”

Ning Qiuyu walked a very wrong way, and after walking for at least ten minutes, Jiang Futing didn't see the stone tablet at the entrance of the village that she described in her mouth in the morning, but there was no road to the back, it was impossible to cross the car, and only the villagers themselves often entered and exited the bare path under their feet.

This kind of trail should have been walked by the people of the village for many years, and the frozen soil under their feet was like a piece of dead soil, there were not even withered grass roots, and the mud was trampled on slippery and shiny.

He and Bai Tang felt a little crowded when they walked side by side, just when he wanted to ask Ning Qiuyu, Ning Qiuyu led them over a small hill, and among the dense trees, Jiang Futing finally saw a self-built house a hundred meters below.

He realized that Ning Qiuyu might have taken them on a small path, probably because he was afraid of being seen by the village.

Jiang Futing held his breath and looked around, just like Bai Tang said, this place was so clean that there was no ghost at all.

Ning Qiuyu suddenly picked up speed and floated forward.

Ning Yuan stretched out his legs with great difficulty, followed closely behind her, and shouted anxiously, "Autumn rain!" Slow down! I watched the distance between the two get farther and farther apart.

Ning Qiuyu was all about drilling into the village, and the light in her eyes suddenly swelled up, like a fire burning in the dark night.

She couldn't hear what the people behind her were shouting, and all she could think about was what was in front of her.

The blurred picture in my memory and the wind in my ears went hand in hand.

She seemed to remember something!

Jiang Futing took a few steps to keep up with the person in front of him, and called out in a request, "Bai Tang." ”

Without waiting for him to explain his intentions, Bai Tang scooped Ning Yuan up on the spot like a chicken, sandwiched it under his arm very indecently, and followed Ning Qiuyu without waiting for the person under his arm to react to the wind.

Jiang Futing caught up as much as he could, Ning Qiuyu was a little stunned, the grass and trees here were withered, the houses were scattered, and there was really no breath of life.

Only then did he realize that there were no ghosts in this place, and that the trees on the side of each house were withered and unshaped, and some of them were even rotten to the roots of the mud.

The vitality of the weeds is very vigorous, although it is withered and yellow, and the snow is pressing, but it is almost to the door, as if no one has taken care of it for a long time.

"Why isn't there any?" Bai Tang wandered around and asked first.

Jiang Futing looked around and guessed simply, "Maybe the village has been moved." ”

His words shocked Ning Qiuyu, who had been standing there in front of him, no one is not necessarily a bad thing, maybe it is really a move to the village!

What if the man took advantage of the chaos and ran out?

Ning Yuan sensed that her soul was not guarding, yes

A little worried, he walked over, "Qiu Yu, how are you?" If you're not feeling well, take a break and look for it. ”

Ning Qiuyu shook his head, "I just remembered something. ”

She followed the fragments in her memory, instinctively moving forward, and the intermittent images were clearly connected.

She remembered how she had been beaten by the men when she had been brought to the village.

She wanted to run out, she wanted to go home, she wanted to think of her parents, she missed her brother, she wanted her cozy little room, she was scared, but she felt powerless and powerless, like someone tied her hands and sank in the water.

These people want to sell themselves to a single old man in his forties and fifties as a child bride.

She had to go out, and it was the first time she had made this decision so calmly and resolutely.

In the middle of the night, she couldn't see the dark road clearly, and less than fifty meters after she escaped, she heard a group of men with flashlights and shovels behind her and start shouting: "People have run away!" People ran away! ”

The village, which was still out of sight, was instantly lit up.

(End of chapter)