The old farmer was very thick-skinned, and he received 10,000 yuan, without saying thank you, nor did he feel embarrassed as if he had received too much, he hummed a folk song leisurely.

"Jin'er, let's sleep for a while!" Qin Lingxuan took out her backpack and spread it on a chop of grass to make a simple pillow for Jin'er.

"People don't want to sleep, it's okay to lie down," Jin'er leaned her head on after speaking, and her body was flat, extremely comfortable.

Sitting on a tractor, blowing the wind of nature, smelling the fragrance of grass and the strange smell of cow dung, and then holding Qin Lingxuan's hand, there is a unique flavor, this is a romantic and unforgettable love journey!

"It's lively in your city!" The old peasant put away his singing and asked them.

Qin Lingxuan and the three of them don't know how to answer the old farmer, the city must be lively, there are crowds of people every day, there are many entertainment items and types, all kinds of food, play, and shopping, and the night is a city that never sleeps, for night owls, the dark night is the day, so the city is lively twenty-four hours a day.

The old farmer took out a roll of grass tobacco, which he grew by himself, which was the "pride" of his life, because not only was he self-sufficient, but the villagers from all over the country came to him to buy grass tobacco, and they liked the pure taste of grass tobacco.

Then, he took out a box of matches from the folded rags, and with a "smack", the match ignited, and the flames went straight up, almost burning his eyebrows, but he looked relaxed and extremely enjoyable, perhaps he had long been used to it......

"Actually, the countryside is also lively!" The old farmer's face was full of pride.

He told the three of them that in the early years, his son had taken him to live in the city, and he had stayed there for a while, and he felt that it was not lively at all, and that the small lattices in the high-rise buildings, like pigeon cages, had imprisoned everyone, and that he felt like a "livestock" in captivity in his hometown, and that he was not free at all.

Every time I go out and have to take a taxi, people in the city seem to walk less, they are so dependent on vehicles that they forget that the road is walked with their feet, and his son is no exception, and every day he either drives to work or takes a taxi to work.

He comes home every day to watch TV, and he doesn't want to go out and wander around the door, as if the people in the city are not "affectionate", even if they are neighbors up and down, they are not enthusiastic, he has lived for a year, and he has not even met them a few times, let alone the usual exchanges.

He went on to say that the air in the city is so bad, every day it is not the exhaust of the car, or the exhaust gas of the factory, the housing with slightly better conditions, the air mixed with dust is inhaled every day, where can it be compared to the hometown, the air is so fresh, nourishing the lungs!

The people in the city are dressed very neatly, bright and bright, but the body under the brilliance is extremely fragile, they look sick, they don't have the spirit of a healthy person at all, or the countryside is good, the physique is tough, the old man in his seventies and eighties, doing physical work, but he is not inferior to the young people in the city, and even the system is better than them......

Along the way, the old farmer talked to himself, and constantly introduced them to various crops, butterflies, swallows, and dragonflies...... It's as if the three of them are "hillbillies!" ”

The three of them silently listened to the old farmer's talk about the "liveliness" of the countryside, without interjecting half a sentence, as if he was very reasonable, and they were speechless to refute......

Perhaps, people are "evolved" from nature, and they will return to nature after death, so close to the excitement of nature, is the real liveliness, the hustle and bustle of the city, but it is just an illusion of self-deception, and the people in the city enjoy this kind of "covering their ears and stealing the bell" The apparent pleasure cannot extricate themselves, let alone "redeem"......

"Hey," the old farmer suddenly changed his expression, and sighed sadly, his eyes slightly reddened.

"What's wrong?" Qin Lingxuan asked puzzledly, why was he about to be "said to cry" by himself when he was talking!

The old farmer continued to explain to them the reason for his sad sigh: he also wanted to stay in the city for a while longer, so that he could accompany his son well, and he could also help him turn inside and outside the house, so that he would not be so tired when he came back from work every day, and the most important thing was that for the sake of his son's marriage, he had already opened up and looked for several favorite prospective daughters-in-law, and was about to "close the net", but his son had an accident at this time......

"Accident?" The three of them said in unison, you look at me, I look at you, with a confused face.

"Yes, he's dead, my only son is dead...... the old farmer couldn't hold back his sadness any longer, he choked up, his snot began to flow down, and it was about to flow into his mouth, he didn't care at all, and he didn't bother to wipe it.

"How did you die?" Qin Lingxuan did not comfort him, let him mourn, if the lights go out or something, but "get to the bottom of it".

"It's all that hateful ancient village, otherwise my son wouldn't have died!" Anger welled up in the old peasant's eyes.

"It's an ancient village again?" Qin Lingxuan muttered, although they were talking to themselves, they heard the words clearly.

"What happened?" Ran Ran asked in addition.

"That year, he participated in the archaeology of the ancient village, but he never returned, and the entire archaeological team did not come back...... "The old farmer took a puff of grass smoke, the smell of smoke filled the entire tractor, and Jin'er in the back was choked and coughed.

"It's too evil," Qin Lingxuan sighed in his heart, for this mysterious ancient village, he became more interested, before he arrived at the place, first heard its name, in just a few hours, so many strange things happened, first the old woman appeared bizarrely, then the pattern python blocked the road, and then the evil in the bus, burying the driver into the stream, and finally the old woman left that terrible words, disappeared without a trace, and now the old farmer's son disappeared in the ancient village......

Qin Lingxuan thought about it for a while, and after straightening out the things along the way, a wonderful idea came to his mind: maybe there, he can really solve the mystery of his life experience, and be able to know who his parents are, what they look like, what they do, and where they are now......

Qin Lingxuan thought of the parchment in his arms, and couldn't help but feel confident, presumably when he really went to the ancient village, the mystery of the parchment would be solved, even if he couldn't crack it, it was a good thing to have a little eyebrows, and he could throw this "hot potato" to Xie Yu and Meng Lang as soon as possible.

At that time, the mystery of the gecko pattern on his neck was naturally revealed, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, wishing that he would appear in the ancient village in the next second.

"Ling!" Ran Ran called softly, but his hands shook Qin Lingxuan's body vigorously, he was afraid that when the five-star vision was in place that day, the terrifying scene on the train happened again......

"It's okay, I'm okay!" Qin Lingxuan pulled his thoughts back to reality, he didn't want to worry Ran Ran and Jin'er anymore.

"Where are you going?" The old farmer stabilized his emotions and asked, but his voice was still hoarse.

"The ancient village, that strange place in everyone's mouth!" Qin Lingxuan did not hide the purpose of their trip for any reason.

"I can't go, I can't go!" The old peasant shook his head again and again, constantly dissuading them.

"Why can't we go, we just came on purpose!" Ran Ran deliberately lowered his voice, he wanted to extract some practical news from the old farmer's mouth, so that they would not be passive all the time.

"Anyway, you can't go, don't ask anymore......" The old farmer seemed a little helpless, but he refused to explain the reason directly to them!

"Uncle, we have to go," Jin'er said categorically, getting up from the haystack and sitting cross-legged!

"I won't go to that place anyway," the old farmer replied resolutely, and then said his destination, "I just want to go home, stay in my hometown Muzi Village, and be a farmer for the rest of my life!" ”

"You'll give us a ride!" Jin'er pleaded, looking pitiful and homeless.

"It's not that I'm unreasonable, but I really can't go......" The old farmer still refused to agree and refused to reveal!

"You took our money, don't go back on your word!" Jin'er saw that the old farmer refused to give in, so he took "money" to talk about things, as the saying goes: money can make ghosts push the mill, as long as you are willing to spend more money, why not make the mill push the ghosts!

"I'm not a money fan!"

"Anyway, you took our money, we are your customers, you can't be untrustworthy, throw us down halfway!"

"It's not about money...... the old farmer stopped talking, as if he was worried about something!

"There is nothing that cannot be solved with money, and if there is, it means that the money is not in place!" Ran Ran learned Jin'er's tone and added, as if he was a "gold master", and his money was squandered at will!

"Anything that can be solved with money is not called a thing," the old farmer put out the grass and smoke, threw it on the road, and then continued earnestly, "What can't be solved with money is not called a thing, it is called a 'problem', but it is a big ......."

The three of them were silent, they didn't speak, and they couldn't find anything to answer, forcing him to take them to the ancient village, and they couldn't be rude to him.

"Why don't you follow me to Muzi Village......"

"Wait! and see what it is? Ran Ran suddenly became short of breath, as if she had seen some kind of horror.

Qin Lingxuan looked in the direction of his finger and couldn't help but gasp.

I saw corpses lying on the mountainside, but they seemed to be arranged in a very regular manner......

"Aren't they just passengers in the bus?" Jin'er's face changed drastically, and her eyes were full of panic.

Although he couldn't see their deaths clearly, Qin Lingxuan was sure that these corpses were the passengers who were scurrying in all directions at that time, and he stopped them at that time, but unfortunately no one listened to them.

Didn't they leave early? How could he die halfway up the mountain? How could they die so intensively? What exactly killed them? Could it be true that there is a saying that the "snake bodhisattva" seeks revenge?

The three of them were full of question marks, and they didn't know who to ask!

"Don't look at it, sometimes, out of sight is good!" The old peasant turned his head and persuaded them meaningfully.

"We have to go to the ancient village!" Qin Lingxuan said undoubtedly, as if he was issuing an order.

After experiencing these things, he firmly believed in his own thoughts, in Gucun, there was everything he wanted, and if Gucun was really that dangerous, then he couldn't leave his grandmother there alone......

"Don't do it, don't do it!" After the old farmer finished speaking, he returned the money to Jin'er a lot to show his determination!

"You don't go to the ancient village, I'm afraid it's not just because your son disappeared there!" Qin Lingxuan changed her tone and said coldly.

"Bah, you young man, what about Mo Zi's things!" The old farmer was not angry, but just asked Qin Lingxuan suspiciously.

"Are you afraid of death...... Qin Lingxuan's words made Ran Ran and Jin'er confused, and the old farmer's face turned even bluer, and his breathing began to be uneven......

"Still won't admit it?" Qin Lingxuan pressed forward step by step, not giving the old farmer a chance to breathe.

"I won't go, I won't go!" The old peasants still insisted on their ideas and refused to "settle" with them.

"You are not only afraid of death, but also afraid of things......" Qin Lingxuan smiled at him evilly, but there was something else hidden in his words.

"I'll tell you, why don't I go to the ancient village, and I won't let you go!" The old farmer finally made a concession and no longer insisted on going his own way!

"Please!"

"The ancient village is haunted, what about the haunting......" The old farmer forced his emotions, but his voice was constantly trembling!

"Haunted?"

"Haunted!"

"What? Haunted ......"