From time to time, faces of young and old flashed outside the bus. A woman in a red dress with loose hair, a dark face, and black maggots constantly falling from her sunken eye sockets suddenly appeared outside the window. She stretched out her blood-soaked hand and desperately clawed at the window, the sound of creepy nails scratching the windowglass echoed through the eerie car.

She looked like she was about to break through the window!

The dilapidated bus still staggered along, leaving the window-shoe-picking woman far behind.

The bus stopped and went, and people kept getting on the bus, but no one got off. The corridors of the entire car were already full of passengers who were silent, with their heads slightly hung down, and their bodies exuding a gloomy and cold atmosphere.

Finally, when the bus slowly stopped again, the doors opened. Zhang Xiaoluo looked at the mottled stop sign on the side of the road with the three small words "Clay Pot Village" vaguely written, and he pulled up Gao Yaoyao, who had already had cold palms, and got off the bus.

The doors of the bus closed again, staggering towards the fog ahead, and disappeared in a moment.

"We're here!"

Zhang Xiaoluo's calm voice sounded in her ears, and Gao Yaoyao lifted the blanket on her head with trembling hands and looked around.

A crooked willow stick is stuck diagonally on the side of the road, and a mottled milky white station sign is tied with hemp rope, on which the three small characters "Clay Pot Village" are vaguely recognizable.

"Isn't this where we were before we got in the car?"

Gao Yaoyao said a word to Zhang Xiaoluo, who was squinting slightly beside her, and couldn't help but clench Zhang Xiaoluo's left hand again.

The fog in the distance had almost dissipated, and a glimmer of light appeared in the distant sky, and not far from the potholed dirt road ahead, a few dilapidated tiled houses dotted the gloom. And on the side of the road three feet behind the two, a silver Land Rover was parked.

"Xiao Luo, who was that bus just now?"

The two sat back in Gao Yaoyao's Land Rover again, turned on the warm air to the maximum, and Gao Yaoyao's voice trembled slightly and asked the doubts in her heart.

"It's a ghost car to the underworld, it's a ghost shuttle bus that picks up and drops off people from the underworld, and the three divisions, six cases, and ten halls of the underworld also need supplies. The Onmyoji straddles the underworld with one foot, and is qualified to take the ghost and the underworld! ”

"Then ...... before we get in the car"

"The reason why it is difficult to walk an inch before getting on the bus is that I have encountered a ghost barrier, which is commonly known as "ghost hitting the wall". The ghost hitting the wall can be broken by the Xuanmen spell, or you can take the ghost car to pass through. If I hadn't seen this ghost station, maybe I would have had to forcibly break it! Of course, it is not known whether it can be successfully broken, and you should have seen those resentful ghosts outside the car on the ghost car. ”

Zhang Xiaoluo looked through the windshield in the car at the seemingly sleeping village, and then glanced at the brick kiln holes on the high dirt slopes on both sides of the dirt road outside the village, with slightly convex tops and semicircular kiln doors.

On the slopes on both sides, there are all such caves.

"Aren't we going into the village now? Your colleague ......"

Gao Yaoyao saw that Zhang Xiaoluo didn't seem to have any intention of entering the village immediately, so she couldn't help but ask again.

"Ghosts hit the wall, people hesitate, and roosters don't crow into the beam! Let's wait for the rooster to crow before we go in! Zhang Yu is not an early death. ”

Zhang Xiaoluo said as he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Zhang Daguan slept until the sun rose, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at Gao Yaoyao, who had slightly dark circles under her eyes on the side, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, thinking to herself that this woman had been sitting and waiting until dawn?

"I saw that you slept sweetly, and I couldn't bear to call you! Also, until now, I haven't heard a rooster crow......"

Zhang Xiaoluo's face showed a slight look of embarrassment. It is said that in such a remote village, almost every family has a rooster, one is to report the dawn, and the other is to drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters. How could there not be a rooster crowing?

"The sun is out, don't wait for the rooster to crow, let's go into the village!"

As Zhang Xiaoluo's words came out, Gao Yaoyao drove the Land Rover towards the crockpot village where there were already people walking.

The Land Rover came to a stop under a willow tree at the entrance of the village. The willow tree is half dead and the other half is luxuriant. A villager in his 40s, dressed in a coarse cloth gown and carrying a white handkerchief around his head, is holding a broom made of sesame stalks and sweeping the dead leaves on the road at the entrance of the village.

After Zhang Xiaoluo got out of the car, he glanced at the villager who was sweeping the street with his head down, and then walked over.

"Hello big brother, I am a doctor from our J City Hospital, and I came to meet our colleagues who came to our village in advance, do you know where they are?"

The villagers sweeping the street looked up at Zhang Xiaoluo for a while, and then continued to wave their brooms while bowing their heads and speaking indistinctly.

"The doctor in the hospital? You're talking about the little girls sent by the city hospitals yesterday! They all live in the village Chen Mingtang's house! You walk along this road to the end, then turn right, walk seven or eight households, then turn left, and walk forward for a while, Chen Mingtang's big tile house is very recognizable! ”

The villagers sweeping the street looked at Zhang Xiaoluo while gesturing at Zhang Xiaoluo, as if confirming that Zhang Xiaoluo had understood what he meant.

Zhang Xiaoluo wiped away the saliva that was sprayed all over his face, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Forget it, you guys come with me, I'll send you over!"

Gao Yaoyao did not drive the car into the village, but stopped under the willow tree at the entrance of the village, which was Zhang Xiaoluo's order before getting out of the car.

The street sweeper took Zhang Xiaoluo and Gao Yaoyao while walking, talking non-stop. From his mouth, Zhang Xiaoluo finally had some understanding of this crockpot village.

The villagers of Clay Pot Village have made a living by burning clay pots and selling them for generations, and the villagers of the whole village are from the same clan, and the people of the whole village are surnamed Chen. The street sweeper's name is Chen Deshui, 46 years old this year, and his parents have long since died. He has a daughter-in-law but no children, and a younger brother, Chen Detu, who runs a business in L City. Chen Deshui burns crockpots most of the year, puts up some white paper figurines in his spare time, or gets up early to sweep down the main streets of the village and mix up change to buy cigarettes and alcohol.

Zhang Xiaoluo glanced at the musty gown on Chen Deshui's body, and said in his heart that if Chen Deshui didn't lie, then his daughter-in-law would be too lazy.

"Chen Mingtang is the pedigree of our Chen clan, and he is the oldest and most prestigious in the entire village. He is also the head of the village, and people from outside usually live in his house, and his house is bright......"

Chen Deshui chattered all the way, and walked with Zhang Xiaoluo and the others for about ten minutes, and finally stopped outside a doorhouse with a gatehouse and a high courtyard wall made of blue bricks. But judging from the blue bricks that have corroded the edges and corners, it has been many years since the courtyard wall was built.

Chen Deshui, who had been chattering all the way, stood in front of the slightly rusty iron door, and was rarely silent. There was a look of hesitation on his thin black face, and finally glanced at Zhang Xiaoluo and the others behind him, raising his hand and slapping on the iron door.