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After some time, he finally saw someone. Judging from the back, it should be an old lady, wearing a dress with flowers on a black background, very thin, faltering, and should be at least seventy years old.

The old lady walked very slowly, and Zhang Shan quickly walked behind her.

He couldn't see the old lady's face, only the back of her head. The old lady had apparently dyed her hair, as her hair looked black. I can't help but dye it, and it has been burned, and my head is full of curls.

Zhang Shan's footsteps slowed down unconsciously, and his gaze was fixed on the back of the old lady's head.

The old lady's hair was thin, revealing a large area of her scalp. She must have permed her hair to cover it up, but she failed, and her scalp was still exposed in large swaths, showing off her might, showing her teeth and claws.

For some reason, he looked at the back of the old lady's head and felt a little scared.

He suddenly didn't dare to go any further, for he found himself walking out of town, and the farther he went, the farther away he was from Gravel Town. If he kept walking, he would go out into the wilderness.

He immediately turned around and walked towards the town.

Gradually, there were more people on the road, and the inexplicable fear in his heart gradually weakened, and finally seemed to disappear.

He subconsciously walked towards the bustling place in the center of town. There is a pedestrian street, two large shopping malls, and a large number of shops. He felt that in a crowded place, there should be no more feelings of fear and depression. If someone fights, it's better, by the way, take a look at the excitement and relieve the depression in your heart.

While thinking wildly, Zhang Shan approached the range of the pedestrian street. Soon, shops and small stalls appeared in front of him, some selling clothes and some selling food, and the smoke was flying all over the sky. Some people are collecting money, and some people are eating skewers.

It's really lively.

Zhang Shan looked at the bustling pedestrians and felt a lot more relieved.

Suddenly, he saw an old lady in black and a headscarf on the side of the road, kneeling on the ground with her head bowed. In front of her was a bowl with several coins in it. He knew it was a beggar.

Zhang Shan has always wondered, that old lady wears cotton clothes all year round, isn't she hot?

His pace didn't quicken, and he didn't deliberately slow down. He walked in the direction of the beggar, his heart hanging in the air.

No matter how lively the pedestrians next to her were, the old lady was motionless. She remained on her knees with her head bowed. Zhang Shan couldn't see her face.

He stopped suddenly, his eyes wide, for he suddenly wondered if the old lady had no face.

Not only that, but he also felt that the old lady not only had no face, but she also had no body. The black clothes, and the headscarf, were just in the shape of a person, but in fact, they were empty at all.

He stared at the figure deadly, overwhelmed.

At that moment, a young woman walked up to the old lady and threw a one-dollar coin into the bowl.

While.

A sound, very crisp.

The old lady still didn't move.

Zhang Shan suddenly wanted to walk up to the old lady, bend down, and take a good look to see if there was a face inside. But soon, he dismissed the idea. Not because that posture would be strange, but because he was afraid to really see nothingness.

In his imagination, the turban was a black hole in the space, the inside of which was far larger than what was seen from the outside. If someone reaches for the face at this point, they can put their hand in until the entire arm is engulfed.

Zhang Shan felt a chill, although the sun was shining today, although there was a lot of people here.

He looked up at the sky and felt the sun shine a little. He lowered his head again and looked back at his original position.

The old lady was gone.

He felt his scalp shake a little, but soon he realized that he had turned in a different direction.

He turned and looked to the other side of the pedestrian street.

The old lady was still there, still in that position, not moving.

He stood dumbfounded in the middle of the road, thinking that others would think he was strange. However, everyone was busy with their own business, and no one really paid attention to him.

A feeling of being out of place with this pedestrian street welled up in his heart.

Lonely.

Loneliness in the crowd.

This loneliness is more terrible than the mobile phone that can receive text messages without a mobile phone card, the old lady's head with a hot roll, and the old lady who doesn't know if she has a face.

"Qingxue!" He suddenly shouted in a panic, turned around and ran home.

He ran home, and his wife was doing the housework in a good manner, and the expression on her face was still a little painful.

"Qingxue, let's go to the countryside to relax the day after tomorrow, don't be too sad." Zhang Shan said to his wife.

Huang Qingxue didn't think much about it, nodded, and continued to do housework.

Zhang Shan thought that when he got home, the loneliness he felt just now would disappear. But he was wrong, and the loneliness was still strong.

In order to kill this loneliness, he continued to talk to his wife.

"When I got to the countryside, the sky was cloudy and the vision was wide, not as aggrieved as in the city. Look at our gravel town, there is nothing to do, it is still a gray and bare house, how to look at it and how to depress. When we arrived in the village of Dark Crow Ridge, let's find a hotel to live in, go to climb the mountain during the day, swim in the lake, and chat and play cards in the hotel at night. You say, don't you? ”

Huang Qingxue sighed and said, "Small village, can there be a hotel?" ”

"Why not?" Zhang Shan said, turned on the computer, and began to search on the Internet, "Look, isn't it?" He Jinrong, the new head of Yanyaling Village, inherited the legacy of the previous village head, made every effort to build a tourist village, actively developed the rural economy, and has now led the villagers to build luxury hotels, resorts, outdoor swimming pools and other facilities. Don't worry. ”

Huang Qingxue stopped the housework in her hand and looked at the computer screen, thoughtful.

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Night fell. Shi Yuan and the others took their tools and came to the place they were optimistic about during the day.

Although Shi Yuan judged the location quite accurately, the range was still not small. Fortunately, they have several people, and digging at the same time shouldn't take too much time. They just need to be careful not to alarm the villagers.

Shi Yuan first stuck a sharpened wooden stick in the place where Chen Yuhua's body was lying as a marker, counted two meters to the east, and began to assign tasks.

"Be careful, everybody, try not to make too much noise."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then each took his shovel and began to dig the ground.

There is no decent road in the village of Dark Crow, only a very primitive dirt road, and the soil is not hard, which provides convenience for everyone's excavation operation.

Before excavating, the group looked closely, and by the light of the flashlight, they could vaguely see that there seemed to be some hair on the ground. It's not like human hair, it's a bit like cat hair, black, white, yellow, all kinds of colors.

(Thank you for the TEMPLE commuter pass!) ）