My name is Zhang Han, I seem to be entangled by a strange thing or a supernatural thing or something, it makes me go to a village and I understand that the village is not simple, in this world of treacherous recovery, misfortune is the norm, and no one can get rid of fate......

After more than an hour of taxi driving, the high-rise buildings outside the window gradually became sparse, and then to small bungalows, and finally both sides of the road became patches of forests and rolling hills.

Not far away, the buildings are lined up side by side, and there are three rows of common arrangement.

After paying the money, Zhang Han wandered around the village, and Sushan Village has been abandoned for more than ten years, and it may take the older generation to know the way there.

Looking for the "target", Zhang Han happened to see the old men playing chess in the gazebo in the distance, he walked over and didn't disturb, he just stood next to him and quietly watched the two old men finish a game of chess.

At this time, he said to the old man who had won: "Uncle, I will accompany you to play a game of chess, and if you win, I will ask you about something, and the three hundred yuan lost is yours." After speaking, Zhang Han took out three hundred yuan from his pocket, which Zhang Han earned from working part-time a few months ago, if it weren't for the fact that this mission was related to his own life, Zhang Han was reluctant to spend money.

An old man standing next to Zhang Han listened to his words and smiled: "Hahaha, the old Song head is not afraid of tigers when he first comes out of calves~"

The old Song Tou listened to Zhang Han's words, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Boy, this is what you said, don't blame me for bullying the small if you lose." ”

"Then don't blame me for bullying the elderly." Zhang Han also replied unceremoniously.

Long... Thanks to Zhang Han's previous interest in chess, he had some research on each type of chess, which won the old Song Tou.

Old Song Tou frowned and said, "Young man, what do you want to inquire about." ”

"I heard that there is a village called Sushan Village near here, I am an art student, and I heard that there is a village called Sushan Village near here, and the scenery is beautiful and beautiful, so I want to go there to collect materials."

Hearing this, the old Song Tou seemed to be taken aback, and said to me, "Young man, I can persuade you not to go." ”

"Why?" Zhang Han was puzzled.

"Tell you that weird place isn't clean."

"Uncle, can you elaborate?" As he spoke, Zhang Han handed the three hundred yuan he had just taken out to Lao Song Tou.

"Eh, yes, yes." Lao Song Tou saw that his eyes were shining brightly, and several uncles next to him also looked at Lao Song Tou with envy, and Lao Song Tou thought about it at this time, and the look in his eyes dimmed.

"Young man, let me tell you, I am a person from Sushan Village in the past, and a strange thing happened in Sushan Village a few decades ago, and it was because of this strange thing that we got separated."

After a pause, the old Song Tou continued: "This has to start from twenty years ago, twenty years ago, our village suddenly lived in an old man, he looked very old, he was very strange, we old men like to be lively, he never came into contact with people after he lived in, and lived in the most remote place in the village, when he went out to do farm work, he could still see him sitting alone at the door.

The days went by like this, until one day three years later, when we went out to do farm work, we never saw the old man again, when I had a few friends who were curious, I knocked on the door and asked no one to respond, so I pushed the door in, but as soon as the door opened, my friends all knelt on the ground and bled out, I was frightened, and I didn't even take the farm tools and climbed down the trail into the county.

I hid at a friend's house in the county town for three days, and when I went back to the village again, I was stopped by the police on the road, saying that there was a fire in that village, and the whole village was gone. ”

Seeing Zhang Han standing in place with a frown after hearing this, Lao Song tightened the three hundred yuan in his hand and said to Zhang Han: "Young man, uncle, I have said everything I can say, you can't go back with this money, if you want to go to Sushan Village, you can see a trail when you walk out of the south of the village, you can follow the trail for five miles." ”

Zhang Han smiled after hearing this: "Haha, uncle, you can keep the money to buy a few good bottles of bars, and the junior won't bother." ”

After a while, Zhang Han walked to the south of the village, and from this trail, you can see the lush bamboo forest next to the trail, the path winds and turns, and the end of this small path is behind a mountain.

It's summer, but the mountain is covered with a thin layer of fog, and the sky corresponding to the mountain is a dark cloud, as if it's going to rain.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Han walked along the trail towards the back of the mountain.

……

The dense fog in front was already within reach, but Zhang Han stopped at this time, took out his mobile phone, Zhang Han put his mobile phone into the fog, although it was said to be a mountainous area, but the mobile phone still had a signal, but when the mobile phone was stretched into the fog, the three-bar signal in the upper right corner of the mobile phone instantly became empty.

"Is it also a trick that is not easy to detect?" Zhang Han frowned, this is just a special trick, similar to Feng Quan's ghost fog has a special trick domain, "If my guess is right, the old man who lives in a remote place is a former trickster, he died in his own house, and the supernatural event caused by the revival of the trick didn't break out, could it be that there is something in his house that suppresses the trick in his body, and the old Song Tou's companion has opened a gap in this suppression, so that the spirit slowly recovers?" ”

After that, Zhang Han stepped in, it was still a hot summer just now, and as soon as he stepped into the fog, Zhang Han felt like he was in an air-conditioned room now.

Zhang Han, who had guessed it a long time ago, looked around and found that except for the fog, there was nothing abnormal about everything, Zhang Han knew that he had not yet figured out the law of this strange killing, and in supernatural events, this kind of normality was the biggest abnormality.

Using the ability to assimilate tricks, he covered himself with a layer of tricky breath and made himself look like a trick, Zhang Han walked forward, and it was said in the book that it was difficult to trigger the killing law of tricks, and he just added a layer of insurance for himself by doing so.

The more you walked forward, the strange mist became thicker and thicker, and your vision became closer and closer.

"If it's possible, I'll have to assimilate the tricky eyes."

The current assimilation and assimilation ability is very limited, and it can't be to the extent that it can open several layers of ghost domains, but it is still more than enough to use it to see the way.

"Rustling......... A gust of wind blew in this ghost domain, blowing from behind Zhang Han, Zhang Han seemed to feel something, stopped and looked at his right hand.

"!!!"