If it weren't for everyone knowing that the events in Yinshan Village needed to be restored by Sang Lin, the only person who survived, the entire expedition would have driven him away long ago. If there is a curse in the world, he is definitely the source of the curse. But the weakness of human nature is just as obvious, and no one dares to take him away. In case everyone is really entangled by the curse, without what superfluous things he did in Yinshan Village and can't solve the mystery of the incident, I'm afraid no one will survive.

Fear is an unsolvable puzzle, and those who survive don't have the courage to gamble with their lives on whether the world is cursed or not, whether they are cursed. Just like a person who walks on a single-plank bridge, if the ground is just more than one meter deep under the bridge, people will walk very quickly in a leisurely mood. But under his feet is replaced by an abyss, and the abyss is still driven by the single-plank bridge, and how many people who have not undergone long-term training can walk over calmly?

Gao Shan and Liushui obviously heard their conversation, these two people were quite deep in the city, and they were not good at words, so they still collected vegetables without humming.

The bright moonlight stained everything around them white, and if you looked at it from afar, you could even see three people sitting around a campfire a few hundred meters away.

Winter Pastoral was tired, straightened up and twisted hard. Suddenly, he heard a 'sizzle' noise in his ears. The sound was loud, like tinnitus. Nasty tinnitus, sharp and dizzying. He stretched out his index finger and clasped it in the ear canal, and then held the ear for a few seconds, it worked, and the tinnitus disappeared.

Although it is tropical, the place has clearly crossed the temperature dividing line. Due to the nearby high mountains, the warm air from the south is separated by the east-west trending mountains, resulting in a great difference in the climate between the front slope and the back slope of the mountain, so that the temperature will drop a lot when it reaches Xie Yuan Town. At night in the mountains, the cool breeze is swishing. Obviously, it was still more than 30 degrees Celsius in the summer 100 kilometers away, and it was possible that this ghost place had dropped below 20 degrees.

"How can it be so cold, damn!" Winter Madrigal shrunk his neck, he was a little weird. The dimensions near Linhai City are similar to those of Hawaii, and no matter how cold it is, it will not turn into white fog with a sigh of relief. But the air you breathe has a situation that only occurs in winter, and in the tropics, it is simply incredible.

Suddenly, tinnitus returned. This time it wasn't strong, it flashed by. Then, Winter Pastoral felt more and more that something was wrong. Even if it is a quiet place, there will be some noise, but the surroundings are so quiet, not far away, there are obviously three people walking around pulling vegetables, but I can't hear their sound at all.

What's going on? Sudden deafness?

He tapped the underside of his ear in fear.

"Ge-chan."

As if hearing a voice, he happily knocked it again.

"Ge-chan."

This time it was heard very clearly, and Winter Pastoral clearly heard someone shouting 'Xiao Ge'. The voice was sharp and familiar, who was it?

"Ge-chan."

The voice sounded again, behind him. But the three people who were picking vegetables together were all in his sight, and if they were shouting, he would definitely be able to spot them. There will be no one behind him, so who will be calling? Could it be that the people on the same team are making their own jokes?

Wrong! Xiaoge, isn't it his nickname? No one knew the name, everyone on the team only knew him as 'Winter Pastoral'. His memories came flooding back, and suddenly, his whole body was cold. The sound was really familiar, one might even say unforgettable. Isn't it his wife?

But his wife was already dead.

"Ge, Ge."

The familiar voice shouted his nickname vigorously, sharp and clear, giving him a terrible headache. The voice was in my ears, not far behind me. Winter Pastoral couldn't help it, and he turned around vigorously.

Everything in front of me turned into an illusory shadow, and the scenery in front of me was rapidly changing, and the originally green fields and dark environment began to become uneven, and there was a faint tassel-like light shining on the ground and around it. Takayama and the other three teammates are getting farther and farther away from him, and the silver-white moon floats in the air, flowing like blood with a crazy color.

His vision darkened, then lit up again.

Time and space are a unified whole, and if you see a scene that does not match at the wrong time, one possibility is that a strong external force distorts time and space. Another possibility is that the human eye deceived the owner.

Now the winter madrigal sees the impossible to see.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, his brain a mess. A second ago, he was obviously still in the field of Baiyang Groove Village, but at this moment, he was standing in an extremely familiar place.

It was his former home.

The house was dim and the lights were not on. The floor-to-ceiling windows are brightly lit, and the light shines in from the other side of the glass, so you can barely see everything inside.

This home is exactly the same as usual, and it is not much different from my own memory. But since his wife's death, he has never returned.

How did he come back? Could it be that participating in an expedition to Yinshan Village is just a dream? Winter Pastoral rubbed his head, he didn't dare to move, and stood in the living room in a daze.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang suddenly.

I saw the TV cabinet not far away, and the mobile phone vibrated and flashed with dazzling light. The light went on and off like a flashing light, reflecting the eerie horror of the whole dark room.

The vibration of the mobile phone made Winter Pastoral tremble. He hesitated, not knowing whether he should take it or not.

But the phone kept ringing and vibrating monotonously. The disturbed heart became more and more irritable. After all, he couldn't help it, suppressed his fear, picked up the phone with his right hand, and glanced at it. There were a few words on the display, which made his hands tremble and almost throw his phone out.

The number of the caller turned out to be his wife's.

A dead man, called him?

Winter Madrigal couldn't figure out if he was dreaming or not, he pressed the connect button and cautiously said, "Hey, who?" ”

No one on the other end of the line snorted.

He didn't hang up and waited for the other party to reply. I don't know how long it took to maintain this posture, but the panic in Winter Pastoral's heart gradually rose like the water in the reservoir. He couldn't stand it anymore and decided not to wait for the person on the other end of the phone to speak, and was about to hang up and go out to take a look when the speaker rang.

Over there, there's a man singing. The singing is empty, and the voice is familiar. It's his own dead wife.

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