The so-called three people become tigers, if it was just the uncle who said this last night, I wouldn't believe it all, but the people at this table all said that Wang Buxiang's family died thirteen years ago, so what else can I question.

It's just that I don't understand why the king wants to bring me to their village, if he is really a ghost, then wouldn't it be a stone to shoot himself in the foot if he brought me here.

"Village Chief, you are not mistaken, that Wang Unknown has just set off from his home and gone outside the village, if he is really a ghost, how can he be active during the day!"

I found a stool and sat down, looking at the food and drinks on the table, and became more and more hungry.

The village chief gave me a pair of chopsticks and told me to eat them too.

"Since ancient times, everyone has believed that ghosts do not appear during the day, but who has verified it. You're lucky, young man, that ghost didn't hurt you. ”

The village chief picked up a wine glass and took a sip of wine, "By the way, did you really spend the night with that evil demon last night?" ”

I nodded and replied, "Uh-huh, but he really doesn't look like a ghost." ”

The village chief smiled and said, "Look? So who do you say looks like a ghost, and what characteristics should a ghost have? ”

After a moment's thought, I replied, "Ghosts are either bloody and disgusting monsters, or they are the kind of things that have pale faces and speak in a weird way. ”

The village chief shook his head and asked, "Then do you think we look like ghosts?" ”

This sentence stunned me for half a second, and then replied: "How is it possible, you must be human!" ”

The village chief smiled, suddenly poured me a glass of wine, and said: "Young man, let's stop saying those bad things, the village is full of hospitable people, and meeting us is fate, don't eat food politely!" ”

I didn't see it at all, and it was almost five minutes since I looked at the plate of pork belly in front of me, and as soon as the village chief spoke, I immediately grabbed a large piece of meat and ate it.

The taste of this pork belly is really amazing, it is an indescribable delicacy, fat but not greasy, fragrant lips and teeth, the most important thing is that this meat has a strange fragrance, smelling it, it can make people drool.

I gave a thumbs up and praised, "Village Chief, your cooks are so skilled!" ”

The village chief said very humbly: "Where, where, is our ingredient!" ”

Hearing this, I swallowed the meat in my mouth and asked, "I wonder what is so special about your ingredients?" ”

A middle-aged uncle next to him suddenly interjected: "Haha, the most critical thing about our ingredients is not to waste!" ”

"Not wasted?" I scratched the back of my head, a little incomprehensible!

"Yes, it's this kind of non-wastefulness that makes every funeral banquet very lively!" The middle-aged uncle replied.

I smiled politely, glanced at the village chief, and then picked up another piece of pork belly and devoured it.

The village chief smiled kindly and asked, "Do you know what is in these five coffins?" ”

With food in my mouth, I replied vaguely, "The corpses of those five people, otherwise they could still contain gold, silver and jewelry!" ”

The uncle smiled and said, "Young man, you are really right, it is indeed gold, silver and jewelry!" ”

Hearing this, I was quite surprised, and almost choked, "Your kind of non-waste is really special." ”

"But what about the five corpses?" I frowned, a little curious.

The uncle still had a kind smile on his face, looked at the pork belly on the table, and said, "Isn't that what is on the table?" ”

"On the table?" I hesitated for a while, but I didn't react, so I gasped and spit out the pork belly in my mouth.

"Village Chief, aren't you joking!" I forced out a smile and asked the village chief.

The village chief touched his gray beard and replied, "Don't be nervous! ”

I breathed a sigh of relief, and I guess this old man is also an old naughty boy who likes to joke.

"We also prepared a bite for you, and you won't eat for nothing as much as you want!" The village chief touched my head, his expression was so kind, but the words he said were so strange.

"Prepare a bite for me? What the? ”

"A coffin!"

......

The air suddenly became unusually quiet, and even time slowed down, and after I looked at the village chief for a few seconds, I suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you for the old man's hospitality, I still have something to do at home, so I'll go back first!" ”

My face turned pale, and before the village chief could speak, I swooped away and ran away towards the outside of the village.

There was wind under my feet, and I ran all the way, rolling up a cloud of dust and sand!

After about ten minutes, I looked behind me, and the tables were no longer visible, and all I could see were dilapidated tiled houses.

"Alas!" I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like I had managed to escape again.

I can encounter evil and strange things every day, and I am actually a little used to it, and I will sneak away first when I encounter danger.

"This king doesn't know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd, he brought me to this kind of place, and wants to kill me!" I wanted to blame him, but when I think about it, it seems that I was here by myself, and I also ran to the banquet by myself.

Of course, I'm not sure that the village chief is evil, and it makes no sense that a large group of ghosts and ghosts should hold a banquet there in broad daylight!

As I thought, I turned around and prepared to leave!

However, the moment I turned around, I had goosebumps all over my body!

The scene just now reappeared in front of me, still five coffins, still in front of the tiled house, still the canopy, still the tables of banquets, and the village chief.

They talked and laughed, drank and talked merrily, and ate the meat on the table, and they were very happy.

Suddenly, the village chief glanced at me, beckoned to me, and let me pass.

And out of nowhere, four young men, carrying a mahogany coffin, walked towards me and looked at me with a smile on their faces.

At this time, the same thing happened last night, and I ran back desperately, without stopping.

But I just can't move half an inch!

The four people carrying the coffin slowly leaned towards me, getting closer and closer, and there was still a photo of me hanging on the coffin, and the look on the picture seemed to be smiling.

My eyes were red, and I looked around in a panic.

At this time, I accidentally noticed a black shadow in the window of a tiled house in the distance on the right-hand side, and that black shadow seemed to be the same thing as what I saw last night.

Noticing that I was looking at him, he stretched out his right arm and pointed to the ground!

"What do you mean?"

I felt like he wanted to say something to me, but he couldn't tell me directly.

"Ground?"

I thought for a moment, then looked at the ground, only to be surprised to find a small yellow paper figure on the instep of my feet.

"Damn, who did this!" I immediately tore up this little paper figure, and I didn't have to think about it, the reason why I couldn't run must have been caused by the little yellow paper figure.

As expected, after tearing off the little yellow paper figure, I was able to move again.

But just as I ran away, the four people who were carrying the coffin in the back also rushed over, and they put down the coffin, smiling, and each of them grabbed me with one hand.

They were so strong that I couldn't fight anymore, and then they held me down tightly, tied me up, kicked the coffin board open, and threw me into the coffin.

After lying down in this coffin, I couldn't move, I couldn't turn over.

They didn't cover the coffin, but waited for a cook to come.

The cook, shirtless and with a rusty pig-killing knife in his hand, stained with some dried blood, walked towards me with a blank face.

"It's over!" I thought to myself, and I couldn't think of anyone else who could save me.

The shirtless man was more of a butcher than a cook, and his face was unusually pale, and he walked up to my face, raised his butcher's knife and cut it down.

"Ahh I yelled in horror and closed my eyes in fright.

......

I don't know how long it took, the butcher knife still didn't swing on my body, I slowly opened my eyes, and a familiar figure appeared in front of me!

Grandma Wang!

I touched my body without any wounds, then looked at Grandma Wang and asked, "You saved me?" ”

Grandma Wang carried a vegetable basket and a cane, smiled, and said, "Otherwise, who else could save you." ”

I got up from the ground and stood up, looked around, and saw that there was a piece of paper and a coffin at my feet.

"Grandma Wang, what's going on?" My brow furrowed slightly, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"It's not your own sin!" Grandma Wang tapped my thigh with a cane and continued: "Among the hundred-year-old evil spirits released in the 'Folding Immortal Residence', there is a ghoul who happened to run to our Wangjia Village to make trouble. ”

Grandma Wang glanced at the five real mahogany coffins behind her, "But that ghoul is not the most dangerous, and the most resentful person in this village is probably that faceless ghost." ”

"Faceless?" I can't help but think of the black shadow who helped me just now, presumably the faceless ghost that Grandma Wang said was him.

But he doesn't look like such an evil thing, I saw him last night and didn't hurt me once, and he helped me this time, and his behavior is indeed a little strange.

"Just now, were those villagers paper figures?" I picked up a paper figure and studied it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out why this thing could turn into a human.

"Paper figures are just a medium, and every village name is originally a real person who has lived here!" Grandma Wang replied, "However, they were all killed later and became lonely ghosts. ”

"Killed? Who harmed it? ”

"Of course it's a ghost, otherwise who else could it be."

"Which ghost did it happen, the ghoul or the faceless ghost from the ancient mansion?"

Grandma Wang thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it wasn't necessarily a ghost who killed it, because this paper figure must have been folded by a person." ”