This house has not been inhabited for a long time, there is no popularity, the so-called popularity is actually a kind of natural energy emanating from people, the lack of this popularity will age very quickly, and such a house will be very easy to attract sneaky.

It's just that this place is very special, the yin qi is suppressed, and ordinary ghosts can't appear, so at least it's safe here.

Yan Shidao put the backpack on the bed, the bedding on the bed was newly changed, it should be Xiaowei who helped change it before this, and he took out the map. The map shows that the village of Xianjia is the center, including the nearby mountains, and Yuqing is in this area.

It's just that this place is so big, how can it be found in seven days, or to make a breakthrough from the villagers, she can't disappear for no reason, there is only one possibility of kidnapping.

But what kidnapped her for? Yan Shidao felt that this was very important, if he could figure this out, then Yuqing's whereabouts should also be clear, and he had to find Xiaowei to see if he could make a little talk.

In addition to this incident, the words of the village chief are also worth pondering, the people who came here are all dead, how did they die? And what are they here for? Is Feng Shui so sinister here? Why are they here? The most important thing is why this place was originally closed? What is the connection with the driver and the night stall owner?

If those were all monsters before, then now it is undoubtedly coming to the BOSS level, after Yan Shidao took another look, after recalling the map in his heart, he folded it up and collected it closely, this thing must not be found by those villagers, otherwise his reason will not be tenable.

Knock knock

Just when Yan Shidao put away the map, there was a knock on the door, he hesitated, opened the door, and found that it was Xiaowei, who was still holding a bowl of hot food in his hand.

"Brother Yu, you shouldn't have eaten for a long time, I just made you a bowl of rice, eat it while it's hot." After Xiaowei finished speaking, she put the bowl on the table.

Yan Shidao didn't move his chopsticks, but asked, "Xiaowei, how long have you not been here that anyone has been here?" ”

"It's been a long time, I can't even remember." Xiaowei frowned and thought about it.

But didn't the village chief say that he had already met a lot of outsiders coming in? Could it be that the most recent one can be traced back to before Xiaowei became sensible? No, it's also possible that Xiaowei hasn't seen it, but so she doesn't know Yuqing?

"By the way, Xiaowei, have you seen a girl of the same age as me recently, I originally went into the mountain with her, and then the two of us got separated, it would be bad if we couldn't find her." Yan Shidao asked.

Xiaowei shook her head, "The only foreigner I've seen recently is you, and the others really haven't seen it." ”

"And what did you want to do when you saw me today? I didn't get in your way. ”

"I'm going to the back mountain, but there's nothing in my way, it's just a small thing."

"Back Mountain?" Yan Shidao thought about the map, and the back mountain seemed to be the place where the two mountains meet.

"That's right, the back mountain is behind the village, and the village chief said that the back mountain is the place where the immortals ascended to the sky back then, and I want to go there and wait for someone." Xiaowei's eyes were a little lonely, "It's just that I've been waiting for a long time, but he didn't show up, and he obviously said that he would meet there." ”

Seeing that Xiaowei was starting to feel sad, Master Yan hurriedly comforted a few words, and then said, "Then let's do it, I'm quite tired from walking today, I'm resting for the time being, can I let it go after I'm done?" He didn't ask any further, for fear of arousing Xiaowei's suspicions, Xiaowei is a simple-minded person, and he can't hide things in his heart, if he talks to the village chief a few more words, then his situation will not be good.

After sending Xiaowei away, Yan Shidao came to the bowl of rice.

This bowl of rice is steaming, and there is a layer of fragrant fatty meat, fat but not greasy, and the gravy seeping into the meal is even more appetizing, Yan Shidao sneered, and then came to the yard, picked up a stone, dug a pit, and poured this bowl of rice into it.

Since he entered the village, he has not heard any other sounds except human voices, and there are no chickens and dogs barking in the countryside, but this place is isolated from the world, there are no chickens and dogs barking, where do they get their meat? What kind of meat could this be?

Thinking of the words of the village chief before leaving, I shuddered, could this meat be human flesh?! Will it be ...... Yan Shidao didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Fill in the pit and lay it with layers of dirt so that no one can see it if they don't look closely, and if someone looks closely, then they already show that they want to do it against themselves.

Now what Yan Shidao wants to make sure is that this dish is made by Xiaowei, is there a problem with Xiaowei? Is her word worth believing? The taxi driver's advice is that you can't trust anyone.

No matter, for the sake of safety, Xiaowei's words can't be believed, there is still some time before dark, rest for a while, and wait until the evening to walk to the back mountain.

He slept very lightly, and he did not dare to sleep thoroughly in this place, and after five or six hours of confusion, when he got up again, it was already dark, and the village shrouded in darkness was silent, as if all sounds were blocked, not even the sound of insects, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

Yan Shidao cautiously pushed open the door, there was no moonlight tonight, and the lights in the village had all been extinguished, and he couldn't see the black like five fingers, but fortunately, his eyes had been strengthened and he had a little night vision.

Feeling dark, without alarming anyone, he went all the way to the back of the village, and then walked up the back hill. As soon as he entered the mountain, Yan Shidao obviously felt that the immobility here was more depressing than in the village. A chill in my heart was felt inexplicably, and a wave of malice surged from all directions.

As soon as he stepped in, he couldn't stand it, if Xiaowei really came here so often, then how did she bear it? Or is he the only one who can feel it?

Yan Shidao couldn't mobilize the yin qi, so he could only walk up hard, but with each step, the chill became stronger and stronger, and at the same time, there was a smell of blood.

He wiped his hand on his body, his hands were full of wet feeling, turned on the flashlight and looked at it, and found that his hands were covered with blood, and then he saw that his arm was actually covered with a layer of blood, and blood seeped out of his pores.

The Land of Murder!

The aura here can actually make his body that has been tempered by demonic qi ooze blood, and the danger here directly rises to a new level in Yan Shidao's heart.

The night was very thick, and the light of the flashlight was also swallowed up by the darkness, and it could only illuminate the distance of four or five meters in front of him, and he didn't know how long he had been gone, and Yan Shidao suddenly felt a trace of coolness.

It's the water, and there's a waterhole here.

Yan Shidao woke up suddenly, this is probably the dragon blood that the night stall owner said!