Small town adventure

Chapter 143 Very Dangerous
Shui'er thanked again, then turned his head away, staring at the stick of incense that was smoking without blinking.

The old man lit the big smoke pot again, the smoke from the incense burner mixed with the smoke he exhaled, and after a while, the whole room seemed to be on fire, filled with smoke.

"Miss Shui'er..." The old man suddenly called softly from behind.

"Huh?" Shui'er turned her head and looked at the old man suspiciously.

"My old man told you at the beginning that the ghosts in this village are really not easy to mess with. If you were told not to go in, why didn't you listen?" The old man took a deep breath of cigarette and said slowly.

Hearing the old man's question, Shui'er felt a little regretful, and said helplessly, "When Yihan and I came here, we didn't think too much about it. We just focused on taking in those ghosts. In fact, when Yihan first arrived at the entrance of the village He also told me that once he entered the village, it would be very dangerous. I also persuaded him, and he still went. I really didn’t expect things to develop like this. If I had known this result earlier , I will not let him in, life or death."

The old man sighed, his cloudy old eyes were gradually clouded with mist, and he said slowly: "At the beginning, I had a son who had grown into a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. One day he went out to hunt until the sky. It was dark and we didn’t come back, so my wife and I were very anxious and called people from half of the village to help find them. We searched for most of the night, but we couldn’t even find a hair. Finally, we arrived near the village you went to. Stopped. This village has been around for a long time, and the legend has always been haunted. Usually no one dares to go in during the day, and no one dares to go in this big night. At the beginning, my old man also went all out, and he wanted to go in no matter what, but in the end he was People in the village stopped me, tied me up and sent me back to the village, and they didn’t untie the rope on me until dawn.”

Speaking of this, a few big teardrops rolled down, and the old man choked up and continued: "As soon as I untied the rope, I ran all the way to that village, and just a few steps into that village, I saw my son... ...he...he was hanging on a big crooked-neck tree near the entrance of the village, with his tongue sticking out, he had been dead for a long time."

The old man was sobbing as he spoke, holding his head in his hands and crying like a child.

(End of this chapter)