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The white car stopped in front of a winding and steep asphalt road, and the scenery was interesting in the distance.

Yang Muqing weighed his driving skills and motioned to Murong Cao and Li Hang to get out of the car, Li Hang was dead skin and wanted to follow, and Xu Qiyao was left by him to "talk" for a false reason, and it was the middle-aged fat man who lost a lot of money to Murong Cao who sat in the co-pilot to guide the way.

"I can drive up!"

The middle-aged fat man wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and volunteered.

"I said Wang Sanfat, can you do it, this is not a joke!"

Li Hang tried his best to maintain a proper smile, but his face was as white as an A4 piece of paper.

The middle-aged fat man's surname is Wang Sanfang, others nickname him "Wang San Fat", he doesn't care, his family is from Xunling, he has achieved a little success after a few years in S City, he is a friend of Li Hang's friend, he suddenly found him a month ago, saying that he has been flustered recently, insomnia and dreams, and he can't find anything famous when he goes to the hospital, and he heard that it may be caused by psychological problems, so he asked Li Hang to help him diagnose, but he sat down and talked for less than three minutes, and he asked about asking about the spiritual office.

For the sake of the other party's "stupid" money, Li Hanghu came to Murong Cao.

However, Murong Cao used "Yang Muqing was in a bad mood when he went out" as an excuse, neither agreed nor refused, and while putting on an unfathomable appearance, he forcibly pulled others to play mahjong for a month.

Wang Sanfang has a request for others, even if his real card skills are superb, he only dares to lose but does not dare to win, and only thinks about how to serve Aunt Murong and Grandma happily.

Sure enough, his Grandpa Mao did not lose in vain, and finally invited these three great gods.

"I drive this road a lot, trust me, no problem!"

Wang Sanfang patted his chest and reassured, feeling a little excited, Murong Cao saw that there were sporadic spittle stars flying onto Yang Muqing's fair face.

Sure enough, Yang Muqing's eyes showed a trace of murderous aura that only Murong Cao could understand.

"Walk up."

Yang Muqing forcibly resisted the act of wiping his face, couldn't help but say, opened the car door and got out of the car.

"My great god has spoken, and I can't help it, so I should lose weight."

Murong Cao pulled Li, whose complexion had recovered a hint of ruddyness, out of the car.

Wang Sanfang looked at the steep slope of nearly ninety degrees in front of him with some despair, he had already expected that he would lose half his life if he climbed up, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching a few times, and for the first time he felt that it was not necessary to spend a lot of money to repair this lane.

It took everyone two hours to climb this high mountain, half of which was spent waiting for Wang Sanfang, Li Hang's physique was not much better, walking three steps and stopping two steps, but he could keep up with Murong Cao's rhythm.

“…… Front...... It's really ...... ahead."

Wang Sanfang panted and said, like an old cow who had been plowing all day in dog days.

Murong Cao sat on the stone on the side of the road to rest, and when he took the mineral water handed over by Yang Muqing, he couldn't help but glance at him.

It's all you, I knew it was so difficult to climb, so it was better to let Wang Sanfang try to drive up!

Yang Muqing smiled modestly, without the slightest intention of repentance.

He refused to drive up the mountain by himself or Wang Sanfang, naturally not because of the spit that accidentally sprayed on his face, but when he entered the mountain, he heard a sound of wooden fish, like the green lantern wooden fish knocked by the abandoned lonely monk in the ancient temple in the mountains, full of death and resentment.

If the sound of the wooden fish is artificial, it contains a strong evil aura.

If it's not man-made, it's a bad omen.

"It's snowing!"

Murong Cao raised his little face, his slender jade fingers stretched into the air, and he received a piece of ice crystal flying, and when he pinched the water, it was cold in his heart, and it was really snow.

There was no trace of surprise or surprise on her face, she was as calm as Yang Muqing, but the emotions hidden under their calm were not the same.

It's only the end of October, and it's not a place of extreme cold, and the snow is really falling too early, revealing a self-explanatory weirdness.

"Oh my God, it's snow! I'm going to post a moment...... In this hellish place, there is no signal. ”

Lee stuffed his phone into his pocket in a sullen manner, feeling very sorry and frustrated.

Among the four people, only Wang Sanfang reacted the most, and he looked at these meager snowflakes with a very distressed expression, very bitter and hateful.

"I don't know which one is unlucky again......"

He couldn't help sighing, and said quietly, his sad eyes fell on the village not far away, muttering in his heart that he didn't know which one was bad this time.

"See? That's what I told you. This kind of strange snow, from the beginning of spring this year to the autumn equinox, has not stopped, the day Lulu her father died was the day of the most poisonous sun, and it still snowed...... Calling the Meteorological Bureau, who would have believed that this snow was only in this part of the world? When you don't see it with your own eyes, you think I'm talking nonsense. ”

Murong Cao remembered the "paper money snow" of Yunlun Building, and asked Yang Muqing with his eyes.

Yang Muqing shook his head, but his expression was very serious, indicating that this matter was not simple.

The rootless snow means "wearing white", and filial piety cloth is also this miserable white color, symbolizing the great sorrow of the world.

"A lot of people have died in the village this year?"

Yang Muqing frowned and asked, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, he always felt that Wang Sanfang had some untruths, or some concealment and did not say.

Murong Cao found that he liked to frown more after he came back, and glanced at him with some displeasure.

Yang Muqing understood, and took two steps back and forth, making himself look a little stretched, even though he was still full of grass and trees in his heart.

"Almost every household has died."

Wang Sanfang's sorrow was mixed with powerless anger, a few months earlier, when he found the abnormality, he moved his old father and mother to the city, but the old mother died of an unknown evil disease soon after, and the old father's health was also deteriorating, he suddenly realized that it was useless to leave the village, if he did not solve the strangeness of the village, his old father would not be able to save, and bad luck would even befall him.

"Are you sure it's not artificial? Or is it a disease caused by environmental pollution? ”

Li Hang is the most materialistic of the four, so the questions he asks are also very—normal.

"Several people died of madness in front of everyone's eyes, and the others all died of sudden diseases, and they were all healthy, and the people in our village are not stupid, no one has such a great ability to let so many people die, and no one has such a big grudge against us." Wang Sanfang patiently continued to explain, "As for the environment, we have nothing else good here, except for the beautiful mountains and rivers, the air is fresh, and the old people in the village lived a long life before, most of them lived to be eighty or ninety years old. ”

"You said that the people in the village thought it was a ghost, so what did the high-ranking people who came before us say?"

Murong Cao crossed Erlang's legs and said with a leisurely expression.

"None of those high-ranking people left the village alive, except for one monk."

"Didn't come out alive...... cough cough cough ......"

Li Hang squirted out a large mouthful of water that had just been put in his mouth.

"Since the monk is still in the village, he must have some ability, why do you still come outside to find someone?"

Murong Cao gave Li Hang a disdainful smile, sample, you have to follow, regret it, right?

"I don't believe him. I did the math, and after he came, although he saved a few people, the number of dead people went up. ”

Wang Sanfang's small eyes are embedded in layers of fat, showing a bit of wisdom and shrewdness.

"Then you trust us...... They? ”

Li Hang originally pointed at himself, but then reacted that this matter had nothing to do with him, so he moved his finger to Murong Cao and the others.

Wang Sanfang nodded, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, and he can see that neither of them is easy to mess with.