Passing by the women and shirtless men, they would receive more or less strange glances, but most of them had a heavy dead air in them, and they didn't feel the slightest trace of life, like a dead village. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But think about it, too, the name of this village is Ghost Village, and if it's that kind of lively atmosphere, it will seem strange, so it's normal.

Passing through the street full of lights, ten minutes away, you will come to the front of a strangely shaped house, from the outside, it does not look like a room that can live in people, but a bit like a palace cottage in a playground, because its shape is not large, but several roofs are pointed, like those palace houses in fairy tales.

At the door of this house, there were two shirtless men standing guard, and when they saw Uncle An approaching with Ning Xiaoxian, one of the shirtless men immediately opened the door and respectfully motioned for Uncle An to enter.

Uncle An didn't say much, nodded to the two shirtless men standing guard and walked in, and Ning Xiaoxian didn't say anything, and walked in.

Walking into the peculiar house, the first feeling was that the bright light suddenly dimmed a lot, compared with the bright lights outside, the inside of the house was obviously much darker, and in the depths of the house, I vaguely saw that there were flames rippling slightly.

With the faint light of the flames, it was still dark and came to the end, next to the lights at the end, there were a few people sitting, and a few people were standing, among which Lei Kun and Lin Lang were standing there.

Sitting on the mat on the ground were three white-haired old men, whose old faces looked to be at least eighty years old, and in addition to Lei Kun and Lin Lang, there were two more, one was a shirtless man like Lin Lang, and he was wearing a black headband, and the other was an old man about the same age as Uncle An Lei Kun, with a thin face and a narrow forehead, and he didn't look like an idle person.

"Here we go." As soon as Uncle An's footsteps stopped, the middle of the three old men opened his eyes slightly and made a somewhat hoarse and old voice.

"Hmm." Uncle An answered softly, and respectfully saluted the three people sitting on the mat, and then stepped back and stood behind Lei Kun and the others.

Uncle An walked to Lei Kun's side and stopped, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became silent, taking advantage of this time, Ning Xiaoxian took a look at the three old men sitting on the ground. The three old men were all dressed in white and cumbersome clothes, coupled with white hair and white beards, it can be said that they were all white.

Among them, the old man in the middle is particularly outstanding, he also wears a headband on the top of his head, but it is not Lin Lang's black headband, but a headband that is almost like a crown, making him look like the most authoritative one in this ghost village. However, judging from Uncle An and Lei Kun's current performance, this old man with a golden headband is indeed the most authoritative person here, and he should be the village chief or something in this ghost village.

"Give them a seat." After a short silence, the old man with a golden hoop suddenly said.

After receiving the order, Lin Lang and another shirtless man immediately brought three mats and placed them in front of the three white-haired old men.

"Several, please be seated."