"The village is a little evil, don't make trouble for me......"

Ma Mingxiang glanced at the blood-red words on the surface of the big clock, and without raising his head, he entered the village directly.

"Tuwen, Tuwen...... Grave! ”

"Isn't 'Tuwen' just 'grave'! The name of the village alone is very evil......"

Wu Dan didn't know why Ma Minh Huong came to this village in the evening, and what was his purpose?

She followed behind Ma Mingxiang and stepped into the village.

The walls of each room were bright red, and it is not known whether they were stained red with blood or painted with a layer of paint. Wreaths were placed in front of every house in the village, and paper money was scattered on the ground.

"Since all the people in the village are dead, who placed these wreaths? And who gave the paper money? ”

Directly in front of them was an old woman squatting, with her head bowed, a brazier in front of her, a few knives of paper in her hand, and strangely, she was wearing a shroud......

Wu Dan was about to step forward, but was caught by Ma Mingxiang.

"A hundred or so villagers in the village died as early as that night, and this old woman we saw couldn't be human!"

Wu Dan shook his head and asked, "If the people in the village are dead, then who placed these wreaths at the door?" ”

"Yes......"

Before Ma Mingxiang finished speaking, the old woman staggered over, her arms twisting mechanically, and her head protruding forward.

"It's ...... me"

The old woman's voice was low and hoarse, and there was no joy or anger in her tone.

They glanced at the old woman with strange eyes, and at the same time shivered, and the expression was like seeing a ghost.

"Are you afraid of me......"

Ma Mingxiang hid the money sword behind him and acted at the opportunity.

"We've seen you in the Great Emperor Mountain, you're not...... Already dead? There's a picture of you on the front of that grave......"

An ugly smile appeared on the old grandmother's face, and she stretched out her voice very long: "What you see may be my sister...... She's been dead for almost twenty years......"

In Ma Mingxiang's memory, there was no living in the village except him that night, so he mustered up the courage and asked the old grandmother: "The whole village is dead...... Why aren't you the only one who died?! ”

"I went to town that day...... Walked the road for the night...... It was already dawn when I returned...... The village was littered with dead people...... The dripping blood stained every piece of the house red......"

"It took me more than a month to drag these corpses to the Great Emperor Mountain......"

"I was afraid of disturbing the villagers in the nearby villages, and I moved the bodies in the middle of the night every time, so few people found me ......"

"As for the one you saw on the Great Emperor Mountain, it's likely to be my twin sister......"

Her voice became lower and lower, and from time to time she glanced behind Ma Mingxiang, and in the end, her words were a little blurred, and Wu Dan listened attentively to the old grandmother's speech.

"Old woman, is your surname Hu?"

The old grandmother looked at Ma Mingxiang with cold eyes, and there was no expression on her pale face, "Young man...... How do you know? ”

Ma Mingxiang breathed a sigh of relief and put away the money sword behind him.

"When I was a child, I stayed in Tuwen Village for a few years, and I had long heard that the Hu family had a pair of twin sisters, the elder sister was called Hu Lianying, and the younger sister was called Hu Lianli......" Ma Mingxiang flickered and said a sentence.

The old grandmother squeezed out an ugly smile on her face again: "That's right...... I'm Hu Lianli......"

Her face was slightly distorted, and her expression was very monotonous, as if she could only laugh, but laughing was more ugly than crying.

Wu Thant was a little excited: "Grandma, what happened that night more than 20 years ago?" Why did a hundred or so villagers die in one night......"

The old woman didn't answer Wu Dan, she swept over them with a cold gaze, and waved her hand mechanically: "The current Tuwen Village is a tomb...... I advise you to leave as soon as possible......"

"Grandma, since it's a grave, why do you still have it here?"

The old grandmother was a little impatient, she twisted her arm, and said coldly: "Although this is a grave, it is also my home......"

Ma Mingxiang looked at her with sharp eyes: "Old woman, if I'm not mistaken, you should also have a daughter named Hu Yumei!" ”

When the old grandmother heard the name "Hu Yumei", she suddenly raised her head and stared at him deadly: "No...... Are you misremembering...... I don't have a daughter......"

"Perhaps...... I really remember wrong. ”

The old grandmother's eyes were full of murderous aura, and seeing that she had such a big reaction, Ma Mingxiang instinctively retreated.

"Since you won't go...... Then I'm not going to force you anymore......"

The old grandmother turned around and leaned over, "Come with me......"

The old grandmother's attitude suddenly changed, and for them, they didn't know whether it was good or bad.

"Do you want to go with me?"

Ma Mingxiang looked very hesitant, Wu Dan clapped his hands suddenly, and he had a flash of inspiration, and he followed in a hurry.

Seeing Wu Dan follow, Ma Mingxiang had no choice but to follow.

The old grandmother led them to the door of a house, threw aside the wreath in front of the door, and pushed open the blood-red door: "This is the only house in the whole village that is free......"

"Don't walk around at night, you can't go out no matter what you hear......"

The old woman's pale face was seriously distorted, and she hurriedly turned around and hurried away.

U Thant and Ma Minh Huong were arranged in two very different houses. U Thant's room was covered with streamers, paper cutouts were pasted on the windows, and there were two unburned red candles on the table, and she was lying on the bed, covered with a flower quilt.

Ma Mingxiang's room was gray, there was a white curtain hanging in front of the door, he lifted the curtain, locked the door, the atmosphere in the room was very depressing, a puddle of white wax on the table, and what was more eye-catching was the longevity clothes on the bed.

"True Nyima is unlucky!"

He threw all his shrouds on the ground, took off his shoes, and lay on the bed, covered with a black and white quilt.

"This old woman must be sick, wearing Nima's shroud to hang around in this ghost place......"

"'This is the only house in the whole village that is vacant...... 'No, what does Nima mean by that?!'

"Are there other 'guests' in the village? No way......"

The more Ma Mingxiang thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, he put the money sword under the pillow, and his eyes were wide open.

"In my impression, Hu Yumei is also an ugly monster, she seems to have a scar on her face, it can be completely fake, as long as she finds it, Wu Dan doesn't have to die......"

“……”

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

There was a sharp knock at the door......