People are different from ghosts, people have flesh and blood, even if they are very sick, they will not be so pale that even their lips will turn white.

Moreover, ghosts have an obvious feature, their bodies are translucent, and even if they are collectively in front of someone who can see ghosts, they can vaguely see the situation on the other side.

Now the group of ghosts huddled together and standing at the back of the house, that's it.

At first, when Wan Jiang first saw Sister Xin, he didn't pay attention to the difference between her and ordinary people, he only felt that her face was not good and she looked sick, but after staying with her for a long time, she found the difference.

She followed Sister Xin to the front of the group of ghosts, and only then did she see the situation here, each of them was wearing the most simple and coarsest clothes, and everyone's hair was messy.

As far as the eye can see, the height of the entire ghost group is uneven, there are old people, women, and children in it, and at a glance, you can see that it has absolutely nothing to do with the people in the team just now.

Wan Jiang glanced at Sister Xin, and when she saw that she nodded, she dared to step forward and prepare to ask about the situation here.

"You say, she can see us?" Before she could speak, one of the old grandfathers pointed at her and asked Sister Xin.

Sister Xin nodded, walked to Wanjiang's side again, and said to the old man, "She risked her life to bring Gu Jiajun's people over to help you take revenge." ”

"Thank you, thank you little girl."

"I didn't ...... It's okay......" Wanjiang waved his hand and accepted the thank you inexplicably.

"When Dacheng was not Dacheng, the two countries were at war, and there was a constant war on the border here, and their ancestors fled here in order to survive." Sister Xin explained to Wan Jiang.

"They have been living quietly here for a hundred years, but they didn't expect to be discovered by this group of people one day, and they brought people to kill and loot for themselves, so they will stay here."

Hearing this, Wan Jiang's hatred for that group of people deepened, this group of villagers had been hiding here all their lives just to survive, but they didn't expect it to lay the foundation for them to commit murder.

"Little girl." The old man said, "We haven't gone out to see the outside world in our lives, and now that we're dead, we can't get out. ”

"Repay the favor?" Wan Jiang had an idea, and he left the words on the spot, "Repay the favor, you can repay it now." ”

She walked up to the old man and asked, "Old man, do you know that there is a person named Zhang Jun?" ”

"Zhang Jun?" The old man shrank his neck back, clasped his forehead, and tried to find it in his mind, "Zhang Jun......"

"Like...... I haven't heard of this person......" He was not sure, and looked at the old woman beside him with a slight frown for help.

"Why not!" The old woman on the side waved her hand anxiously, hated him, and then said: "Zhang San's sixth son is not called Zhang Jun." ”

"Oh, yes, yes!" The old man suddenly remembered, and after asking Wanjiang and Sister Xin to wait for a while, he said something to the ghost behind him.

Wan Jiang took the opportunity to ask Sister Xin if Zhang Jun was Zhang San's sixth son, and Sister Xin shook her head: "I'm ashamed to say it, except for knowing that his name is Zhang Jun, where did he come from, who is in the family, and I don't know if his parents are still alive." ”

While they were talking, the ghosts had already squeezed out a passageway, and a male ghost came out from behind.