Liu Wengen picked up his backpack and looked for fresh traces of stampede all the way, looking for Zhong Kui to come.

The roads in the mountain village are the hardest to walk in the morning, and even if it doesn't rain, the dew will wet the road surface overnight. The pavement is a sticky yellow mud that becomes sticky like maltose when wet.

Liu Wengen, who was exhausted, almost had the urge to scold his mother. Just as his liver was on fire, he suddenly heard a bustling noise from a hundred meters ahead.

Liu Wengen likes to be lively the most, and when he hears the noise, his spirits are lifted. Pulling the strap of the backpack and running forward, although he didn't know where he was at this time, he felt that there should be a market in front of him, otherwise where did this bustling sound come from?

As soon as the spirit came and went, Liu Wengen shook his two legs and strode forward. Walking to a high hill, he looked up head-on, this look made him even more happy, at the lower end of the high hill is indeed a simple farmer's market.

The bazaar is not big, but it is crowded. The market is filled with produce and fragrant corn pancakes. Smelling this irresistible fragrance, Liu Wengen's stomach immediately let out a 'cooing' protest sound.

Grandma's, I've been looking for a long time, and I'm hungry. Liu Wengen did not hesitate to take out a two-yuan bill, and said to the farmer who sold pancakes: "Come on two pancakes, you don't need to find the rest of the money, pack it for me." "That being said, you can't run out of money, and you have to have two leftovers anyway.

Liu Wengen took the change from the farmer's eldest brother and put it in his pocket. Swallowing the swirling saliva in her mouth, staring intently, a simple peasant woman was stunned by the yellow pancakes in the pancake pan.

The farmer who sold the pancakes didn't make a sound, so silently wrapped the packaged pancakes for Liu Wengen. Then he wrapped the two pancakes in a piece of oily straw paper and handed them to him, and then turned and threw himself into the shouting again.

Liu Wengen was eating pancakes while visiting the market. Looking at the colorful crowd of people, crowded in their ranks, he said with heartfelt feelings; This is the feeling of life, and it is really crazy to stay in a no-man's land.

Liu Wengen wandered around for a while, and bought a hairpin worn by a woman, this hairpin is very delicate and beautiful, and he bought it to prepare it for his future girlfriend.

It stands to reason that Liu Wengen is from a big city, why do you have to buy a worthless hairpin card in this poor and remote mountain village market. Don't underestimate Liu Wengen, he is a careful master, the price of this kind of hairpin seen in the city is several times more expensive than the one seen here, why not! Save money and buy what you like.

Liu Wengen happily went from the bazaar, although he loved to join in the fun, but he couldn't forget the business because of a momentary greed. He still had to find Zhong Kuicai quickly, the master didn't give him much time, and asked him to complete the task of exploring Menling Village in just three days.

Before he finished eating a steamed bun in his hand, Liu Wengen saw Zhong Kui hurrying from the front.

Zhong Kui hit that? Isn't he in Menling Village?

Zhong Kui was indeed from Menling Village, and the moment he woke up, he didn't expect that this was the Menling Village he had been thinking about for a long time.

But facts speak louder than words, and when Zhong Kui finally walked into the dead village, he saw the scene he didn't want to see.

The houses in the village were badly decayed, crooked, and broken, all of which made him sad. The only thing that still stands on the base of the house is the cold stone wall that resembles a tombstone.

The herbs are gone, the villagers are gone, and even the reservoir that raised them is gone. It has become a strange-looking willow tree. Zhong Kui is crazy. Rushing into the village, looking from house to house, shouting from house to house. Shouting through his throat, he didn't hear anyone answer him, but he saw a picture frame of a dead man's portrait wrapped in a black veil in the ruined room.

The road in the village raised a fine layer of dust and rolled under Zhong Kui's feet. The sun slowly rises and hangs high in the sky, the sun is still the same sun, and the sky is still the same blue. But the village has completely changed, this may be a dream, and Zhong Kui would rather still have that terrible nightmare in the tomb.

Zhong Kui wandered around the deserted village like a lost soul, and finally came to the woods in front of Vanilla's house. The grove had grown into a large grove, and the path into Vanilla's house was overwhelmed and completely covered by the well-rising trees on either side. It turned into a secret passage that disappeared into the woods, and at the end of the path out of sight was the Vanilla House.

Houses that are about to collapse are overgrown with waist-deep weeds. The desolate feeling filled Zhong Kui's mind without a head and no brain, his nose was sore, and hot tears flowed down his eyes and on his face that had lost his smile.

Zhong Kui's tears were like a stream, slowly flowing into a thin line. Standing in the wind, he stared at the house for a long time, reluctant to leave. He seemed to see the sound of vanilla coquettish to his father coming from the house, and heard vanilla sticking to the bed, lying on the bed and humming a song she wrote and directed.

The wind in the trees behind him was blowing the branches of the trees, and the slight sound of touching each other seemed to match Zhong Kui's sad mood at the moment. But Zhong Kui keenly felt that there seemed to be a strange gaze staring at his back behind him.

Zhong Kuilai turned around with agility, his eyes staring like a torch into the dark woods behind him. Where the eyes scanned, a rapidly flickering shadow blinked.

Zhong Kui hurriedly followed a few steps, his brain thinking turned rapidly, and he said secretly; Could it be that there is someone in the woods? Or is it dazzling that you don't see clearly? I secretly guessed that he ran into the woods with an arrow.

But there was not a single ghost in the woods, except for the shadowy branches.

Zhong Kui walked out of the woods in front of Vanilla's house weakly, and what greeted him was still full of devastation. When he came to the place where it used to be a reservoir and was now overgrown with strange willows, the distracted pestle stood in place.

Looking at the willow trees with strange shapes, Zhong Kui suddenly remembered what happened last night in his ignorance. What I saw last night was real or fake? When I think of last night's events, that face automatically comes to mind. That face is vanished in front of this eye, that is; Disappear into these strange willow trees. Is there really a goblin or something? At this point, he walked to the strange willow, and his fingers held the stem of the strange willow, and found that the whole trunk of the strange willow was wet.

Zhong Kui touched the trunk of the strange willow tree, and turned to look at the path that stretched to the entrance of the village. Layers of questions arose in his heart, what happened in the village after he stumbled and fell into the tomb? Based on the one-sided scenes that happened in the dream alone, he could not deny the life and death of vanilla.

Zhong Kui frowned and pondered; If the people in the village are really dead, the place where so many people are buried should be the cemetery concentration point.

Zhong Kui came to the cemetery concentration point in the village, which was also the grave where he lived for two years and one month. He looked at the cemeteries one by one, the number of tombstones, and compared them with the bones lying in the cemetery.

"Then what did you see" Liu Wengen swallowed his saliva and hurriedly interrupted Zhong Kui's words.