After crossing the stream at the entrance of the village, after walking for a few minutes, you will enter the range of the legendary "Jijia Village".

This village looks quite complete from a distance, and the courtyard of the houses is still in its original state, which is a bit scattered and has the meaning of being longitudinal and horizontal.

A closer look reveals that the village has been uninhabited for some time.

The doors of every house were half-open, thick moss crawled all over the courtyard walls, tall weeds grew on the roofs, and unknown weeds grew in the seemingly neat ridges, swaying slightly in the wind.

The white couplet Fu was pasted on the wall next to the door, and the glass windows were shattered, like a pair of black eyes, observing the two uninvited guests who broke into the place. The shards of glass that fell to the ground accumulated a thick layer of dust that did not even reflect in the sun.

"This village has not been inhabited for twenty years?" Xia Beifeng followed behind Shen Qingge, slowly walking along the path, observing the surrounding courtyards of houses, and asked emphatically and repeatedly: "Is there really twenty years?" ”

"I haven't been here for a long time, and I don't know exactly when it happened." Shen Qingge subconsciously replied, only to realize what he had just said.

She stopped, turned around and looked warily at the person behind her for a moment.

"Where have you heard twenty years? I don't think I said that. ”

"Xu Tianyang told me that his uncle seems to have been studying this village quite a lot." Xia Beifeng lowered his head and observed the path under his feet, and said thoughtfully: "I don't think this looks like it has been wasted for twenty years!" ”

Shen Qingge let out a calm "oh", turned his head again to lead the way, and gently patted his chest where Xia Beifeng couldn't see, as if he was relieved, revealing a fleeting reassuring expression.

"Why don't you look like it, what did you find, detective?"

"It's just a feeling, first of all, it's not quite right."

Xia Beifeng reached out and dragged a weed on the side of the road, fiddling with it between his fingers.

"It should be said that the fact that there is still a road in this place is very strange in itself, what kind of place have you seen that no one has walked for twenty years and there is still a road. And the grass on the side of the road is still so neat. ”

Xia Beifeng didn't say the following words, but the meaning was already very clear.

It's like someone is out of shape every day.

Shen Qingge lowered his head and glanced at the road under his feet.

Indeed, as he said. The path, which can accommodate almost three people walking side by side, is clean, and although there are no footprints of people, it does not have the overgrown and messy appearance that no one has walked for a long time.

Even the grass on the side of the road grew in an unseen boundary, without invading the road in the slightest.

"It seems to make some sense, go on."

Shen Qingge slowed down, his eyes fell on the dilapidated house on the side of the road, as if he was searching for something.

"It's true that the village is uninhabited, but the damage is not like it has not been inhabited for 20 years. You can see that the dust on the window and the moss on the wall are not particularly thick, and the couplet on the door has not faded yet. Generally, if the house in the countryside is unoccupied, it should collapse in three or five years. Twenty years of no one has lived in it, and there is basically not much wall left, and that house doesn't even have a roof leaking! ”

Xia Beifeng stretched out his hand and pointed to a small house on the side of the road, and said firmly: "Three years at most, the time that no one lives in this place will definitely not exceed three years." ”

"Oh, oh, it's amazing!" Shen Qingge clapped his hands weakly, and praised him very perfunctorily: "You have a lot of experience in living in the grassroots villages, and you can even see that you have been going to the mountains and the countryside for a few years?" Did you have a late-night story with the widow at the head of the village? ”

Xia Beifeng listened to her words and was about to refute, but inadvertently saw a red light flashing in her eyes.

Hey, hey, hey! What's going on, are you hungry and going to eat or what?

He curled his neck, and the words circled around his lips before swallowing back into his stomach.

Shen Qingge looked around, and finally landed on a building hidden among the trees and weeds, with only a little roof exposed, and squinted his eyes.

"Xiaobei." Shen Qingge pointed at the house with the tip of his gun, and his tone suddenly became cheerful: "Let's go there for lunch!" ”

"Lunch?"

Xia Beifeng repeated in surprise, a little puzzled.

Have you been thinking about lunch for so long?

"yes, it's lunch!."

Shen Qingge urged impatiently: "You are going to eat lunch and dinner together when you stop and go like this?" I'll tell you, I'm hungry, but I don't care if you're cooked or raw, if you're related to me or not, as long as it's meat, grab it and eat it. ”

It's more to your taste when you're old.

Xia Beifeng took two steps back as if frightened, bent down and stretched out a hand, and said respectfully: "I'll leave quickly, so please ask first, please don't use me as your reserve ration." ”

Shen Qingge had already taken steps before he could say this, changing his previous state of leisurely and leisurely looking around, and walked quickly to the house she pointed to.

Xia Beifeng's heart was already full of doubts, and he walked behind her for a while, and when he saw that it was not enough for her to walk quickly, he actually began to trot, and the doubts in his heart became even deeper.

What is it that can make an old monster-level guy like Shen Qingge afraid to avoid it.

He didn't even dare to think about it.

It wasn't until he was still a dozen meters away from the house that he noticed the low roof in the weeds.

"There's a house in this place?" He asked Shen Qingge in surprise.

Shen Qingge didn't answer him, but sped up again, strode forward a few steps, and kicked open the door.

"Come on in! If you don't have lunch in ten minutes, I'll nibble you alive, believe it or not! ”

"I believe I believe it!" Xia Beifeng quickened his pace, smiled and made a gesture of raising his hand to surrender, but he still couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, and asked her, "This house, is it a little wrong." ”

The terrain is low-lying, with little water in the backlight, and there is a ring of trees around it, which almost blocks the roof. According to Feng Shui, it is in the most unsuitable place in this village, and anyone who lives in this place will be unlucky for several lifetimes.

"Is it okay for the living to live here, if it's about the dead."

He asked her as he walked into the door that had been violently kicked open by Shen Qingge.

"Because this place is for the dead, you know a lot." Shen Qingge sat cross-legged in the center of the house, put the spear on his knees, and waved his hand at Xia Beifeng: "Close the door quickly." ”

"Oh." Xia Beifeng obediently closed the old wooden door, turned back to her and asked, "Dare to ask this woman, what do you want to eat?" ”

The moment the door closed, Xia Beifeng felt a chill coming from the soles of his feet. Even though it was a sunny day outside, he was still hot just now and wanted to strip off and swim into the water, but at this time he couldn't help but shiver a few times.

This feeling is different from the female ghost I met in the stream before, as if it was born directly from my body, a chill from the inside out.

It was as if the door was closed the moment the room was completely separated from the outside world.

Regarding the fact that Shen Qingge took him to a "place where the dead live", he was not surprised, and even felt a little "it was really so".

After all, that guy himself is a dead man in the atypical sense of the word.

The room was empty, not even a little furniture, and on the four walls hung a few rags of unknown purpose, which were old and unrecognizable. Only a tall offering table was placed directly opposite the door, and on it there were two rusty candlesticks and a dark incense burner with a simple pattern, which was the only thing in the room that could be seen.

Behind the offering table was a large portrait with stray lines all over the dusty wall, the paint that was supposed to be colored had faded to the point where it was no longer visible, and only a black figure remained.

"Plug the door shut." Shen Qingge on the side said again.

Xia Beifeng had no choice but to turn around and plug in the door.

The bolt on the wooden door hung crookedly on the door, and I don't know if it was broken at the beginning, or if it was broken by Shen Qingge's kick just now, in short, it couldn't be used.

Xia Beifeng bent over the deadbolt and studied it for a while.

The stubble is new and looks like it has just broken down.

You're too violent, aren't you?

He glanced back at Shen Qingge with mixed emotions.

The girl was closing her eyes, her waist straight, like an old monk who was sitting in meditation, with a bit of majesty on her body that people did not dare to disturb.

"Hurry up, see what I'm doing."

Although her eyes were closed, she seemed to be able to see it, facing Xia Beifeng with a slight side face, and complained a little sternly: "It's so slow to insert a door, what's the use of you?" ”

"This door is broken." Xia Beifeng retorted in a low voice: "And it was just kicked by you." ”

Besides, there is no one else in this village, so why lock it, maybe it is not even necessary to close the door.

After all, the door can only protect against living things, and it has no effect on other things.

"If it's broken, I'll find a way to lock the door for me anyway." Shen Qingge closed his eyes and said expressionlessly: "If you lock it, lock it, don't think about the mess." ”

This guy can read minds!

Xia Beifeng looked at her in surprise for a while, then turned his head silently and began to think about how to lock the door when the deadbolt was broken.

Although Shen Qingge has always claimed to be an elder, an ancestor, or something like that, and often puts on a high-minded appearance when dealing with Xia Beifeng, he is basically joking, and rarely orders him to do anything as seriously as he does now.

If she really gets serious, it means that this matter is very important.

In the end, Xia Beifeng still thought of a way, tied the door bolt to the door with a mountaineering rope, and tied a dead knot.

I don't know if it's strong, and if I can prevent things.

He tugged on the knot on the door a few times, and heard the sound of the two door panels hitting each other, only to feel that this was very unreliable, so he had to turn back and ask Shen Qingge's opinion.

"Is that okay?"

"Okay." Shen Qingge replied very simply: "As long as there is such a thing, it will be fine, this is the rule here." ”

Xia Beifeng didn't want to know what the "rules" she was talking about.

Strange as it sounds, when he fastened the deadbolt, the room seemed to be colder again, and even the light seemed to be dimmed.

But the temperature displayed on the watch is still in the thirties, even two degrees higher than in the morning.

That could only be for other reasons.

"It's cold." Xia Beifeng hugged his arms and approached Shen Qingge's side and asked her, "Shall I light a fire?" ”

Shen Qingge closed his eyes tightly, put his hands on the handle of the gun upright, and said a little impatiently: "If you want to order, ask me what to do?" ”

Xia Beifeng let out an "oh", put the travel bag he had been carrying all the way on the ground, picked up the things one by one from it, and soon put them on the ground.

At first, he was a little worried that he would offend some "friend" who couldn't see it if he lit a fire here and cooked, but after hearing Shen Qingge's answer, he figured it out - the "friend" who couldn't be offended was sitting in front of him.

I'm afraid that there was something in this place, and now she was scared away.

Xia Beifeng fiddled with the kerosene stove, peeking at Shen Qingge from time to time, guessing what she was doing.

She had been sitting in the middle of the room since she entered the room, and she had not moved her body.

Although she was sitting there, she had little presence. It gives people the feeling that she has actually left this world, as if what she is sitting there is just a residual shadow, and the real Shen Qingge has long since disappeared.

When Xia Beifeng peeked at her four times, she finally frowned and said irritably: "Don't look at me, cook your food!" ”

"Oh." Xia Beifeng agreed with a long voice, obediently lowered his head, and continued to fiddle with the kerosene stove.

He put on the pot, boiled the water, threw the canned beef he brought into the pot, and after closing the lid, he looked back at Shen Qingge again.

She seemed to be unaware of what was happening around her, even if Xia Beifeng was already sitting in front of her, she didn't react at all.

Xia Beifeng leaned closer, observed carefully for a while, and saw that her lips were constantly moving, as if she was silently saying something.

She said a few words, paused for a moment, and then continued, and after a while, there was another pause......

It looks like you're talking to someone.

Because she couldn't hear the sound, Xia Beifeng could only try to tell what she was saying by the shape of her lips.

Five minutes later, he finally came to a conclusion.

The language that Shen Qingge was talking to people should not be Chinese, but it was also not the languages of several other countries that he was familiar with......

Besides, this old zombie shouldn't like to go out and play very much, even if he goes abroad, he probably won't go to a country with a strange language.

So, she shouldn't be speaking human language...... Well, at least not the language that humans use today.

After figuring out this joint, Xia Beifeng suddenly lost interest in who she was communicating with. Honestly returned to his pot, lit a cigarette, and waited for the can in the pot to cook while playing with his mobile phone.

There are no windows in this room, and the only light is a small skylight in the corner.

It's also not appropriate to say it's a skylight, because it doesn't have glass, window paper, window frames, and so on.

It can only be said that there is a square hole in the roof.

The midday sun fell straight through the hole, forming a pillar of light that brought the only bit of warmth to the cold room.

Xia Beifeng finished smoking a cigarette, put down his phone, and looked back at the person behind him.

Shen Qingge still maintained his original movements, his lips kept moving, but the expression on his face was not as calm as just now, and one hand was still tightly gripping the handle of the gun, as if he was on the verge of anger.

I don't know what she's arguing with, so don't get excited for a while and just start fighting.

Xia Beifeng shrugged his shoulders, lifted the lid of the pot, took out his chopsticks and stirred the broth in the pot.

The canned beef and boiling water have been completely blended together, exuding a rich aroma that quickly fills the room and is mouth-watering.

That guy doesn't know when he'll be able to finish talking, so I'll eat it first.

Forget it, what if she turns around and sees that I didn't wait for her and gets angry?

Just as he was torn between these two thoughts, and he didn't know how to choose between reason and desire, he suddenly felt like he was being watched by something.

Someone was watching me.

After feeling this, his body instantly tensed.

Just behind you, above.

And it's definitely not the kind of kindness, it's like two invisible knives, which makes people feel a little hairy.

He sat on the edge of the pot, keeping the original action of stirring the soup unchanged, and secretly felt something from his pocket and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

(To be continued.) )