On the side of the gravel dirt road, in a muddy field on the left, eight neat footprints stretched all the way to the left.

On the dirt road, Jiang Xiaobai looked for footprints all the way, in the center of these eight footprints, about seventeen meters away, there were several horizontal footprints, even overlapping together, but they were offset a little bit, which was a little messy.

It was as if there was a person standing there before, pacing back and forth, as if waiting for something, and the stride behind became larger, and the distance of the footprints left behind could be proven.

The footprints ran in the direction of Shanhe Village, about thirty-seven meters, and this footprint disappeared completely.

On the right is a cornfield, but some corn has collapsed on the ground, and there are some cigarette butts, plastic bags, beer bottles and some other daily garbage on the ground.

Jiang Xiaobai picked up the binoculars, magnified, and kept staring at the direction where the eight footprints disappeared, there was an old grave, but the footprints only passed by the grave and continued to extend to the left.

There was a mountain road up the mountain, and the eight footprints continued upwards until the telescope was obscured by trees, and the only way to know where the footprints had gone was to follow them.

Retracting the binoculars, Jiang Xiaobai turned to look to the right and muttered, "Someone came here last night?" ”

On the right is a field of corn, which should be almost ripe in July, but at a glance, it is green, except that it is still green.

The right side has been passed, there is a small river, just now he walked from that side, there are fish in the river, lively, but too small, only about 1cm, not delicious at all.

"If someone came here last night, what about the footprints on the left and right? Running into the village? But then run up the hill? Did you meet a ghost? Can the footprints on the mountain be neat, and there is no sign of panic at all? ”

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, he thought so much before he entered the village, and he had no clue and couldn't analyze it.

There is a tree in front of it, it is not tall, about 3 meters, the leaves are also green, and there is a dummy hanging on the tree.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the footprints on the ground, walked over, the footprints on the ground were messy, and when he arrived under the tree, there were not only footprints, but also a boxy pit.

The pit is not deep, and the overall shape looks like a box, and it looks like a mobile phone accidentally fell on it, leaving behind.

"It's rained here??"

Jiang Xiaobai suddenly raised his head, the weather was sunny, and there were white clouds.

Take a step back, the gravel and dirt road under your feet are dry, take a step forward, and leave one of your footprints.

Jiang Xiaobai took out his mobile phone, thought about it, and put it back in his bag, this weather forecast is not accurate one day, it is still annoying to see it, but it is still not good to see it.

Turning his head to look at the entrance of the village, the village was silent, and he had not yet entered the village, just the footprints on the ground, he had a strange thought.

The people who came here yesterday don't know what they're here for, and now the car is parked on the side of the road, and eighty percent of them are dead.

Besides, something strange must have happened here yesterday, otherwise the crops here wouldn't be all green this season.

Green only occupies a small half of the left, and on the way he came, he also saw other crops that turned yellow, and some of them were green.

It's just not as green as here at the entrance of the village.

"Is that hinting at me?" Jiang Xiaobai suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he tore off a piece of hair, well, it was black, not green.

The footprints alone could not be seen, and before he had entered the village, a white mist appeared around him.

This is a reaction between the supernatural and the supernatural, proving that there are ghosts here, or just supernatural traces left behind after the ghosts are gone.

Since the white mist emerged, he also used the ghost domain to enter the village first to see what the situation was inside.

The prop dummy hanging on the tree looks a little scary, but after looking at it for a long time, it's just like that, nothing scary.

And as if it had been specially hung on a tree, a fishing line was attached to the torso of the prop dummy, and several corn stalks were tied to the other end of the fishing line.

Wisps of white mist drifted into the village, drifted into each house and courtyard, and after a while, the small half of the village was shrouded in white mist, looking down from the sky, the white mist was vaguely in the shape of an umbrella.

But there was still a part of the village that was not covered by the white mist, Jiang Xiaobai stood under the tree, frowned slightly, and said, "There is a wall, or a supernatural power that resists the white mist." ”

"Is it a ghost domain? Or a ghost? ”

Jiang Xiaobai couldn't figure out what it was for the time being, he took a step forward, disappeared in place, and appeared in the village covered by white mist.

It is a dirt road with eight clear footprints, four porcelain bowl-like circles, and two small lines of wheel prints.

The four porcelain bowl-like circles look like horses' hooves, and if they are horses' hooves, then these tiny wheels should be horse-drawn carriages.

"In this day and age, there are still people riding in carriages?"

Jiang Xiaobai muttered, and looked all the way, and the footprints left the range of his ghost domain and entered the village on the other side, which stretched all the way, but there was a two-story tiled house blocking the view.

"What if the chariot is not a man, but a ghost? Eight footprints? Four people? Eight sedan chairs? Red-hoofed horses come to greet them? Red and white? The red groom, the white water ghost. Bump. Weddings and funerals? Gray cloth and red scarf carrying the coffin? ”

For a while, Jiang Xiaobai roughly analyzed these stories according to the customs he understood, but he couldn't confirm whether they were or not.

Or it's all your own conjecture, such as the story of selling padded jackets often in hospitals.

"But how come these people have gold decorations in their homes?"

Jiang Xiaobai disappeared in place, entered a house at will, stood in place, and looked at the gold ingots on the table, as well as the gold comb, etc.

He disappeared again and reappeared in another house.

On this bed, there is a gold bar stained with mud.

Jiang Xiaobai looked around, the white mist was hazy, but he could see it very clearly, and he could even sense every move that happened in the white mist.

The white mist is what he looks like when he opens God's vision, and he is not limited by anything, but others ......

I looked around, I also sensed it, and I didn't find anything, not to mention people here, there are no dogs, and there is not even a single maggot that can move, they are all dead.

It feels lifeless, as if it is a deserted village, but a few days ago there were people here calling to contact the outside world.

But it all disappeared overnight.

The surrounding white mist gradually disappeared, and the white mist around Jiang Xiaobai emerged, he narrowed the scope of the ghost domain, after all, he used a wide range of supernatural powers, and he was not sure when the old newspaper on the white paper ghost umbrella would fall off.

One of the five sheets of the old newspaper now pasted on the white paper ghost umbrella has a crack.

It may be that a few more times of supernatural power can be used, and the old newspaper will lose the effect of suppressing the revival of the ghost.

Jiang Xiaobai disappeared in place, standing in mid-air, overlooking the village on the other side, his eyes were first attracted by a pit on the right.

Or not a pit, but a black shadow, 'it' is about 60cm high, with a human-like body, but the arms, both feet are beyond the range of a normal person, about 120cm long, dry and slender, as if only wrapped in a layer of skin.

At this time, 'it' was prostrate on the ground, and the probe looked into the pit, as if a few drops of black saliva were flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Ghost Baby!?" Jiang Xiaobai was slightly surprised, wasn't this 'ghost baby' in Zhao Kaiming's place? How did it end up here?