When Lin Xiaoya and Zhang Dong returned to the village, twilight had fallen, and the small village at that time was still so full of warmth, it is said that there were very few accidents here, people's mood was good, the scenery was naturally good, the streets were swept dry and quiet, and the trees were thick. The docks are full www.biquge.info people waiting to go to sea, although the docks also have a fishy smell, which is the fishy smell of live fish, and then a few years later, the fishy smell has a few dead rats, which is completely different.

"What are you looking at" Lin Xiaoya was startled by a sudden word, he quickly took his eyes off the pair of men and women, every night on this dock in addition to the fishermen who are ready to go to sea, there are many lovers. There are both local and foreign people, all of whom come here, and Wulai Island is a good place for vacation.

"Do you say you can walk when you walk, why are you still staring at others," Zhang Dong said, he looked a little tired, and the conch he was carrying in his hand was enough for him to struggle.

"I didn't expect this village to have no ghosts during the day, but it was so lively at night," Lin Xiaoya said.

"What the hell is not a ghost, don't talk nonsense, these things are very taboo here," Zhang Dong said.

"Superstition" Lin Xiaoya's disdainful expression told Zhang Dong that he didn't believe it, Zhang Dong later told him a lot about what he couldn't say and do here, for example, when eating, he had to eat a fish on one side and eat the other side, and he couldn't turn it over, which symbolized that "the boat overturned" was a very unlucky thing for the fishermen's family, and he couldn't often say something similar to "capsizing", which was very hated, and even beaten, whether Lin Xiaoya believed it or not, what Zhang Dong said was true, but Lin Xiaobian really didn't believe it.

"I Don't Believe It"

"Believe it or not, you have to remember it, you have to remember it, or the people in the village will kick you out."

"Don't worry, I'm not a three-year-old, I won't talk nonsense"

Lin Xiaoya's attention had been attracted by the crowd in front of her, for a young man full of curiosity, he would definitely not pass by this kind of thing. He got into the crowd, surrounded by a man, his face was pale black, this was due to the color blown out by the sea breeze, he was dissolved, the forehead bone on his face was prominent, he had a mustache, the whole person looked weird, if you can tell whether a person is good or bad from the outside, then you can boldly judge that he is a bad person, at first he closed his eyes, and after a while he slowly opened his eyes, but there is not much difference between his opening and closing his eyes.

Small eyes, uneasy and kind.

"Fellow villagers, this is the first time I have come to your village, and I hope that everyone will take more care of me, my name is Zhang Biao," he spoke. He was Amon four years ago, and there was no name Amon at that time.

"Listen to this monologue, and you know that you are a charlatan." Lin Xiaoya muttered to herself.

"What's the matter, who is he?" Zhang Dong asked the fellow next to him.

"Hell knows, I just saw everyone around, and I came around"

"This man is sick here, and he has been sitting here since noon." Another makeshift came over and said.

"What are you doing, you want us to take care of you?" Amon was asked.

"Catch ghosts" he said calmly and gloomily, and it would not be too much to say that he was playing tricks.

"Go, psycho, you want us to take care of you, you're sick," the crowd began to utter words similar to this scolding.

He, like Lin Xiaoya, is not familiar with the taboos here when he first arrives.

"I'm not sick, I've often drifted on the sea, I've seen dead ships, I've seen headless female ghosts... Before he could finish his proud past, the crowd became even louder.

The phrase "neurotic" had already come out of most of the mouths, and those who had said it left on their own, and the people in the crowd were scattered all at once.