The sky was a little overcast, the heavy rain was about to fall, Da Ronghe pulled his sister, walking in the village, I saw Datong Village, and the current village, completely different, everywhere are dilapidated houses, very old, there is no better road, only after the heavy rain, the road is full of mud.

Every house was lit up in dim light, and many people were already planning to rest, Da Ronghe took his sister to a house with a courtyard, and the door was half hidden.

Inside the house, with the lights on, an old man about 60 years old, full of white hair, sitting at the table, drinking wine, with some peanuts on it, he saw the brother and sister, and smiled.

"Ahe, Ayun, what's wrong? Can I help you? ”

"Village Chief, can you give us some meat?"

Da Ronghe asked timidly, at this time, I saw that on the table of the village chief's house, there was a yellowed pamphlet, which should be what Hu Tianshuo said, that pamphlet, the village chief's face was full of sadness.

"You can sleep at my house tonight, don't go back, the place where you live is already broken, and when New Year's Day is over, I'll send you back, be hungry, eat something first, I'll get you something delicious."

The village chief said as he asked the siblings to eat some peanuts first, went out of the lobby, and walked to the kitchen, but the booklet was left on the table.

Da Ronghe, who had nothing to do, took the pamphlet and flipped through it, there were pages and pages of names and ages, all of which were the surnames of this Datong Village, full of pages, with hundreds of names.

At this time, there was a thunderbolt in the sky, and then, with a bang, there was a person standing at the door, wearing a wide black coat and a pair of cold and ruthless eyes, staring at the house.

The brother and sister were shocked.

"Where's the village chief?"

The voice was also cold, Da Rong pointed to the kitchen, and after a while, the heavy rain fell, and the village chief came over with an umbrella and a plate of simple side dishes.

"You are Zhou Fulai Xiao Zhou."

Suddenly, I looked at this person in surprise, Zhou Fulai? In an instant, I was stunned, my eyes widened, staring at him, Zhou Fulai, isn't he a best friend who grew up with Niu Quanfa in Linlan County? Because of the previous ghost game, a ghost was invited, and then the ghost took Zhou Fulai away, Niu Quanfa has been looking for many years, and there is still no whereabouts of Zhou Fulai.

Zhou Fulai nodded, and then the village chief turned his head, said with a smile on his face, let the brother and sister eat, and then took the booklet on the table and handed it to Zhou Fulai.

"You don't have to, you're guarding this secret, it's time to end it, and you don't have any obligation to keep it all safe."

The village chief nodded, then sighed.

"Yes, it's time to break it, I can't let the next generation repeat all this over and over again, this thing will be handed over to you, Xiao Zhou, thank you for coming over and helping."

"What about you? Do you want to go? ”

The village chief nodded.

"The last mission of the Darong family, in my generation, should be cut off, this village has been taken by a boss, who wants to invest in us, develop the village, and then everyone's life will be better."

"I'm very tired, I've been carrying all this, the night after tomorrow, everything will come to an end, the entrance has been sealed, and no one will enter in the future."

The village chief nodded, and then watched Zhou Fulai leave with the booklet.

Looking at everything in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder, this should have happened 13 years ago, but I always felt weird, because it was the day before New Year's Day, but I didn't see the shadow of the ghost team for a long time.

"Look over there."

Yi Xuehan muttered, and then I looked over, and there was a new calendar hanging on the wall, however, the time was December 30, 1997, and I was stunned, this was 14 years ago, a year later than the Ghost Squad came here.

Then Da Ronghe and his sister stayed at the village chief's house, and the village chief didn't get drunk until the sky turned white.

The next day, the village was very lively, many busy people were resting, every household was cleaning, and the village chief's house was also an endless stream of people who asked him to help write couplets.

But I didn't see Da Rongming, the son of the village chief, and then I heard the discussion, some villagers asked the village chief if his son Ah Ming would come back on New Year's Day, but the village chief helplessly said that his son was in the county seat, and he was busy, so he would not come back.

Da Rongming, a civil servant in the county seat, left the village many years ago, only coming back from time to time, but has not returned for a year or two.

As the minutes passed, and it was almost nightfall, the village chief began to write letters with pen and paper after waiting for the two children to fall asleep, and he planned to write a letter to his son, intending to persuade his son to come back and inherit the position of village chief.

At this time, the village chief, his face was full of reluctance, and sadness, after writing, the village chief went to sleep, the content of the letter is roughly that he is old, to go to a distant place, but the tradition in this village, their family, for generations is the village chief, can not change.

The young Da Ronghe felt a little strange when he saw the strange behavior of the village chief for a while, and on the night of December 31, at 10 o'clock, the village chief packed up his things and handed over the letter to the people in the village during the day, asking them to give the letter to his son in the city.

The village chief tiptoed out of the house, and at this time, two thin figures followed out, and Da Ronghe took his sister with him.

"Brother, don't go, if you tell the village chief, you will be scolded."

Da Ronghe didn't listen to persuasion at all, because the place where the village chief went was the direction of their house, and Da Ronghe's home was next to Weiming Lake, which aroused his interest even more.

Da Ronghe had seen the village chief more than once before, and went to the forest behind their house.

On an inaccessible path, the village chief kept moving forward with a flashlight, and behind him, Da Ronghe pulled his sister, relying on the faint light, and kept following.

After a while, the village chief came to a more secluded but somewhat open place, and I saw two stone statues, but I was not sure, the image in the mirror was a little blurry, but I could see that there were three colors on the statue, red, yellow and black.

"It's a totem of some kind of tribe in ancient times."

Yi Xuehan on the side spoke, and at this time, I saw the village chief coming over, sitting quietly in the middle of the two statues, drinking wine, and looking at the watch in his hand.

And Da Ronghe took his sister and watched from the sidelines, and the time passed minute by minute, and the village chief was drunk at this time.

"Dad, what you asked me to do, I have done it, and all this will end in my generation."

Time passed minute by minute, and at this time, the village chief stood up, took out a knife, cut his palm, and began to drip blood on the two stone statues, and the blood dripped on the stone statues, and gradually, the time came to 12 o'clock.

At this time, a cold air flow began to blow, and in all directions, along with these air currents, there were bursts of whimpering sounds, which became louder and louder.

Da Ronghe's sister screamed in fright, and at this time, the flashlight in the village chief's hand shot over, and only then did he find the brother and sister, and he hurried over.

"What are you doing here, hurry back, hurry up, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave, the cannibalistic deserted village is about to be opened."

The village chief said hurriedly, and then pushed Da Ronghe to join them, and Da Ronghe ran up with his sister, and at this time, a violent air flow stopped them from advancing.

Da Ronghe and his sister rolled up this unusual air current, this air flow will not affect the flowers and plants around them, but it will roll people up.

"What the hell are you going to do, you monster? You'll let us go, ah......."

The village chief roared, at this time, what we saw was that on the top of the two totems, there was something like a mouth, and inside, there was a vague appearance of a village, and the village chief was in front of the big mouth, constantly shouting, telling the brother and sister to hurry up.

But at this time, Da Ronghe and his sister had already sucked it in, and bursts of weird laughter kept coming out of this vaguely transparent big mouth, and the village chief also sucked it up, and he looked at it very worriedly.

"Alas, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to be like this, what are you doing here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief sucked it in, and Da Ronghe's sister also sucked it in, and at the moment when Da Ronghe was about to suck it in, this big mouth disappeared.

The stunned Da Ronghe yelled, he turned and ran, and when he returned, he called all the people in the village, and everyone came this way, shouting as they went, but no one believed what he said.

And in this forest, where there is any open space, it is all a dense forest, there is nothing, Da Ronghe was stunned, he kept talking to the people in the village about this, gradually, no one wanted to listen to him, and he was in the forest day after day, looking for his sister.

After receiving the letter, the village chief's son came back a few months later, and Da Ronghe was already crazy and stupid.

The mirror that appeared in front of me and Yi Xuehan disappeared, I swallowed and looked at the back of Weiming Lake, the large forest, the current forest, has been repaired, there is a road for people to enter, and even on the mountain behind, there are already steps.

"Go and find it, Miss Yi, if you find these two totems, you should be able to find a way."

As I spoke, I floated slowly with Yi Xuehan.