"What's going on over there in Huanggang Village?"

A plane takes off from its headquarters in Asia and can enter the skies over the island nation in less than two hours.

"Yang Jian, Xiaoqiang Club, there is no information coming, the ghost rider in the circle of friends entered Huanggang Village, and he also lost contact, and his life and death are not clear for the time being."

"Hmm...... The supernatural appearance of Huanggang Village has not spread out, nor has it disappeared from the satellite map, this supernatural event ...... There are also problems. ”

Wang Xiaoming looked at the archives of Huanggang Village and squinted his eyes.

"By the way, yesterday someone saw a beggar who came down from the back mountain, walked into Huanggang Village, and did not come out again." On the side, Li Jun said, handing over a few blurry, gloomy, and weird photos.

"Do you need me to take a trip?" Qin Lao sat opposite, his eyes closed, his head down, as if he was snoring.

"Nope." Wang Xiaoming looked at the photo, shook his head, and continued to speak: "I'm just paying more attention to Huanggang Village, this supernatural event. ”

"Let's talk about the ghost temple of the island country, Jiang Xiaobai, no, Jiang Bai, this person's ability, spreading curses, the first curse can't see any danger for the time being, it just makes people dream, dream of a picture, birthday wishes."

"The second curse, hold a white event for people, invite ghosts to come, and be guests!"

Wang Xiaoming paused and said: "This curse is like a forced ghost to come over and gather together to ......, or it is a white event for people, because of Jiang Xiaobai's curse ability, the ghosts that the deceased have been in contact with, come here!" ”

"It's not clear if there is a third curse for the time being, but the second curse, if my speculation and analysis are correct, his second ability is a bit fierce!"

"Maybe we'll know when we see me." Qin Lao Dao.

"Also, speculation is just speculation after all, and you have to see each other to know the specifics." Wang Xiaoming said.

Time: 10.26 a.m

Location: Island nation, Province R.

The ground is very flat, and at a glance, within forty kilometers, it is empty.

"Is this the horror of S-class supernatural events? A city disappears when it says disappears! Li Jun squinted his eyes, his face solemn.

"Yes, we should be glad that there are no large-scale supernatural events in Asia, but there are a series of A-level supernatural events abroad!" Wang Xiaoming said.

The three of them walked towards the center step by step, Qin Lao kept squinting, looking at the sky, and muttered, not knowing what he was talking about.

Soon, the time came to 11 o'clock.

Two old, dark, eerie, lifeless buildings appeared in the eyes of the two.

Wang Xiaoming squinted his eyes, put down the binoculars, and said, "Let's go." ”

Li Jun carried a black suitcase and walked vigilantly ahead, and on him, a pinch of flames faintly appeared, and the strange smell of barbecue wafted everywhere.

Itsukushima Temple, the door of a certain room was pushed open, Qin Lao stepped out, casually threw down a driver's ghost, and looked at a young man who couldn't see his face clearly appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

Looking at the young man, Qin Lao looked at the entrance of the torii gate, the ancestral hall opposite under the thirty-three steps, slowly retracted his gaze, and said: "You are the same as me, but different, exist in reality, but do not exist in reality, you are the product of many supernatural forces, gathered together, products like you, there are three!" ”

"Who knows?" The youth turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared in its place.

Qin Lao turned around and climbed the stairs step by step, entered the lobby of Itsukushima Temple, glanced at the four stone statues, and walked towards the back door.

Not long after walking, Qin Lao saw a black water well, and next to the black well, stood the young man who had just disappeared.

"There aren't many people who live to your age." Youth Road.

After Qin Lao was silent for a few seconds, he asked, "Are you a person from Xi Xiyi, a person?" ”

"Yes."

The two chatted for a while, and Qin Lao roughly understood the situation here, frowned, and pushed open an old thatched house.

The interior of the thatched house is not large, only about five square meters, there is nothing in it, but there are paintings on the walls!

There are five walls in total, and the murals on the walls are old and dusty, as if no one has come to clean them for many years.

"It turns out that this is the source of this supernatural event." Qin Lao muttered, closed the door, and disappeared in place.

"That's right, the painting in the wall, the person in the painting, the thing in the person, the thing in the wrong, so there are ghosts, ghosts are impermanent, hook people's souls, register names, and go to the underworld ......" The young man appeared in the thatched house, looking at the mural and muttering.

On the first mural, several small houses are lined up in two rows, and in the middle aisle, small people walk, chat, and hook shoulders.

In the second mural, at the door of several thatched huts, two yin cha grabbed a man and walked up the stairs.

On the third mural, an ancient city is depicted, under the ancient city, people come and go, it is not lively, and the ancient city is empty.

On the fourth fresco, a temple isolated is depicted.

In the fifth mural, an old man with a black dragon-headed cane seems to be walking in a world full of yellow sand, looking for an exit, but he can't find it.

The young man looked around the sixth wall, where a painting was about to appear, but it did not appear, as if there was an invisible person, holding a paintbrush, and thinking about what he wanted to paint.

"One day, this place will cease to exist." The young man muttered, disappeared in place, appeared in the ancestral hall, a table, frowned, held two cards, glanced at the side, desperately made the belly of the eyes into a middle one, it threw a three.

“…… I can't afford it. Belly Chengzhong looked helpless.

Opposite him, the ghost baby threw out the big and small kings, opened his mouth wide, stretched out his hands, and rubbed them around.

"I'm Cao Nima! Lost again! He scolded and threw a three in his hand on the table.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, I have the money here, I'll help you out." The young man smiled and began to shuffle the cards, but as he shuffled, he found that there were a few cards that were not the right color, and they were all big cards.

"Okay, ghost baby, you dare to go out and pay me back three yuan." As soon as his eyes widened, he figured out the reason why he didn't use the supernatural mobile phone and began to be unlucky.

But the ghost baby has slipped away......

Just as he was about to chase him, he grabbed his ear with one hand and dragged him towards the door, Jiang Xiaobai scolded: "Damn, I'm almost too busy to die, you are still in the mood to play cards." ”

As Jiang Xiaobai expected, on the second day of the white event, there were more than twice as many guests as last night.

The bus opened the door, let some guests go, drove away, and after a while, it drove over again, and let another group of people come.

From all directions, people and guests came one after another, from the corner.

It's not even time to eat, and the guests who come have already kept his feet busy on the ground, arranging everywhere, walking around, and putting things everywhere.

"Master, it hurts ......." Belly Chengzhong covered his ears, let Jiang Xiaobai pull him, and walked out of the ancestral hall.

As soon as I walked out of the ancestral hall, I saw a dense crowd of guests, not only guests, but also the sound of musical instruments, wreaths piled together, firecrackers being lit, and ......