Lingyun's soul was taken away by Dou Qing, and they lived a happy little life together, happy every day.

Eat together, work together, snap together, sleep together. Every day is inseparable, greasy together, sweet tooth loss.

Ma Cheng is even more powerful, and there are more and more women sleeping next to him, and now it has developed into three. If this continues, the women of the whole village will run to his bed.

Zhang Peng, Qin Yi and Ye Wanqiu have become closer and closer to the villagers, as if they have become Bailan villagers.

Jin Buchang ploughed his small mound all day long, fantasizing about the dream of making a fortune. It's just that he was too tired to keep planing, and his movements became lifting, falling, lifting, falling...... Like the other three, the mechanical version is a repetition.

Lingyuan simply soaked in the wine cellar and couldn't get out again.

Only he Wang Tu is an idler and has become an outsider.

The villagers were extremely dissatisfied with him, a man who did not work and ate and drank all day long. Walking down the street, suffering from all kinds of white eyes. The villagers no longer had a weird smile at him, and their evil little eyes were clearly holding back bad ideas.

The villagers didn't want to see it, so they hid far away, sitting on the sidelines and watching the gold not change the treasure. At this time, he noticed several villagers coming out of the woods. There were four of them, holding shovels, covered in mud.

At night, when the scent of orchids filled the air, Wang Tu found the hidden path. Following the path and entering the mountain, I smelled rotten in the distance. After walking for a while, I saw a fairly flat open field.

When he stood on the edge of the open field, he was completely shocked.

In front of me, there is a cemetery. Large and small grave bags, covered with grass. There is no tribute, no paper money, only a simple single brand.

Scanning all the signs in a circle, all of them are surnamed Bai. The surname Bai should be the original surname of Bailan Village.

Behind a mound of mounds, there are many small mounds. The smell of decay came from behind the grave.

Curious, he dared to walk through the graveyard and cautiously weave through the small dirt bag. The soil of the small soil bags is very loose, and some are even very new.

Wang Tu tripped over something and almost fell, but when he looked back, it turned out to be a human leg. A man was covered with earth, and it was covered very casually, and the legs of the person were exposed. There is only a layer of soil on the human head, and his face can be seen vaguely.

He leaned over cautiously and looked closely, isn't this the old man who greeted them?

Anyway, I really haven't seen him again in the past few days. When I saw him for the first time, I could eat several bowls of rice at a time, and although my physique was thin, I could still hold on, and there was no sign of dying at all.

Besides, even if he is really dead, it would be irresponsible to throw him here and bury him with some soil. No matter how you say it, you have to bury people well and set up a wooden sign before you can put them into the ground.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and covered his mouth and nose, resisting the strong stench of corrosion. It is only here that you can't smell the aroma of white orchids.

When he was about to leave, he was surprised to find that the old man was not the only one who was buried casually. There are several small earthen bags that expose different parts of the human body. Some are rotting, others are just a pile of bones.

What's more, in the deepest part of the open field, there are several complete skeletons. Next to the skeleton, there were several rats running around. These rats are fat and fat, in stark contrast to the rest of the village.

It stands to reason that the rats in the cemetery should not be as fat as in the village, but here the opposite is allowed. It's like, the rats here eat better than the ones in the village.

Moreover, they are shrewd and alert. As soon as he heard the sound, he immediately fled. And in the village, you won't want to run when you walk next to it. With just one kick, you can kick a mouse away.

All the small dirt bags that do not have the monument tree plaque, the clothes are all kinds of and should come from different places.

Wang Tu was thinking, the locals in front have signs, but the outsiders in the back don't, why is this happening?

A terrifying thought came to his mind, could it be that outsiders had slaughtered the local villagers?

Thinking of the strange behavior of the villagers, the brothers who were hooked like souls, everything is too strange and weird.

He had a bad premonition.

Once you have such a hunch, something will definitely happen.

He didn't dare to delay, and ran all the way back to the village from the cemetery. As soon as he entered the village, he found several villagers hiding near the house where he lived. They had shovels in their hands, sticks, and ropes.

"Could it be that the brothers were killed?" he thought as he sneaked to Dou Qing's place first. Looking in from the window, the two people slept together, nothing.

Zhang Peng was with the main laborers, Ma Cheng had already slept with four women in his bed, Jin Buchang was dreaming with three people with dreams of treasures, Qin Yi and Ye Wanqiu were dependent on women and children, and Lingyuan was still soaking in the wine cellar.

Everyone is safe, and he is the only one who is targeted by the villagers. Only those who have not been "hooked" are in danger of their lives.

He quietly returned to Dou Qing's house again, kept knocking on the door, and looked around like a thief.

"It's coming. Ling Yun shouted weakly. opened the door, rubbed his eyes, and before he could say anything, Wang Tu rushed in and closed the door.

"Big brother, come with me. ”

"Where to go?"

"Get out of this village. ”

"In the middle of the night, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning. ”

"If you don't leave, it's too late. ”

"But ......"

Wang Tu saw that Ling Yun was confused, and even a little delirious, so he pulled him and was about to leave.

Ling Yun's other hand was grabbed by Dou Qing, "Don't go! Please! Don't go!"

"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving. Ling Yun said with a smile. His smile was the same as that of the old man, full of weirdness and ill-intention.

Wang Tu is so good at talking, he can't say that he can't move Lingyun. No way, he tried to call the others again. But these people are obsessed, they just don't want to leave, they want to live here for the rest of their lives.

Suddenly, he felt helpless. Seeing that his brothers had been tricked, he had nothing to do.

How can the brothers regain consciousness?

In order to avoid the villagers who were plotting against him, Wang Tu could only run back to the cemetery and be with the dead. Smelling the stench makes it more sober and energetic.

It was another day and a night, and he didn't dare to go back to the village, and he was hungry all day. Looking at the fat and big mouse, it was as if I saw a delicious taste.

But the rats in the graveyard are too cunning to get close.

"Huh...... It would be nice if the rats in the village could run in front of you mainly and let you eat. ”

He closed his eyes, not knowing what to do, and he had gotten mixed up to the point where he couldn't even eat mice, worse than when he was a beggar.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes again. I looked at the rats in the distance and thought, "Why are the rats different here? Could it be that the putrid smell of corpses keeps them awake?"

Now that it has reached the point of exhaustion, it can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Suddenly, a white light glows in the sky, making the night brighter. Although today is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, the moon is too bright.

He looked up and was surprised to see that near the moon, there was a shining star.