The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 298

And they basically didn't speak to each other, nor did they make any sound.There was not even a sound of dog barking and cock crowing in the village. Entering the village was like entering a silent world.

Pang Dahai approached me and said in a low voice: "Boss, have you noticed that the people here are not young?"

I also noticed that most of the villagers we saw had white hair and beards, and the youngest one looked about five or sixty years old.Their behavior is even older than their age, each of them is old, and there is no anger in them.

Because of their existence, the whole village has become lifeless.How to say this feeling, this village is also like an octogenarian old man who may die at any time.

Pang Dahai and I walked in such a lifeless village, and I was also infected with this atmosphere, and my heart was very depressed.

What's even more strange is that the passing villagers turned a blind eye to me and Pang Dahai, as if we didn't exist.

The two of us stood in the middle of the village, looking around, not knowing what to do next.

At this moment, Pang Dahai pointed in one direction of the village and said, "Boss, look, there seems to be someone playing chess over there. How about we go and have a look?"

I looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, there were several people surrounded by a stone platform next to an ancient well.They all lowered their heads and looked at the place in the middle, as if they were indeed playing chess.

I thought to myself, the people in this village are very leisurely, they all take their time and play chess leisurely.

We walked towards the group, and there was a tight crowd outside.The two of us wanted to see what was going on inside, but we couldn't squeeze in after several attempts.

In the end, Pang Dahai was a little anxious, and he squeezed in desperately.His big frame really took a lot of strength, how could those old men who were dying could bear it.Being squeezed to one side by the fat sea, a gap was quickly squeezed out.

Even so, these people still did not make a sound.Just staring at us one by one.

I looked in through the gaps in the crowd and found that there was no chessboard on the ground, and none of these people were watching chess.A shallow ditch was dug on the ground, and there was a small turtle the size of a palm in the ditch.The round shell of the little tortoise is stretching its head, swinging its limbs and crawling hard.

There was an old man with a gray beard, after the little turtle climbed to the end of the ditch, he took the little turtle back to the starting point again.Watching the little tortoise continue to climb forward, climb to the end and then get back to the starting point.

Pang Dahai and I looked at each other, it was such a boring game, so many people were watching.This village is really weird.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Pang Hai smiled and said, "You guys... this game... is too boring."

Those people didn't show any expression when they heard Pang Dahai's words.You can't tell if they're angry, surprised, or sad.

And at this moment, the old man holding the tortoise suddenly said: "Eat, my lord ate..."

"Damn, you guys can talk, I thought you guys..." Fat Dahai looked at the old man and said without holding back.

And those onlookers didn't pay attention to Pang Dahai, but were attracted by the old man's words.

The old man's words made me also confused, and I also looked towards the ditch.

Only then did I realize that there was still a fruit in the ditch.The little turtle is eating the fruit.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding people suddenly exclaimed: "Eat it, my lord ate it, we are liberated... hahaha... we are liberated..."

This group of people seemed to have suddenly let go of the shackles on their bodies, and seemed to have suddenly rejuvenated, looking radiant.They danced and danced one by one, entering a state of madness.

Pang Dahai and I were stunned watching from the sidelines, wondering what kind of madness these people have committed.

Only the old man holding the little tortoise remained in his original state, holding the little tortoise that ate the fruit in his palm.

The little tortoise was shaking in his hands, and it didn't move for a while.

The old man stood up and held the turtle on top of his head with both hands: "My lord is dead, my lord is dead..."

The old man's words made the other villagers present cheer again.

The old man raised the dead little tortoise, and the other villagers around the old man also raised their hands, as if they were holding some kind of ceremony, they all jumped up and shouted: "The prince is dead, we are free!" It's gone... the prince is dead, we are free..."

Pang Dahai and I stood outside, looked at each other, and were both stunned by the scene in front of us.

What is the origin of the little turtle? Depending on the situation, the prince they are talking about is that little turtle. Could it be that the name of the little turtle is the prince?
It was an incredible scene.

The two of us have nowhere to go, we can only watch those people go crazy around the little turtle.

But they went on and on, looking at each one of them in their dying years, they are very energetic now, dancing for a long time and still have no intention of stopping, I feel tired looking at them.

I waved my hand and greeted Pang Dahai: "Fatty, why don't you look elsewhere?"

We both turned around and were about to leave when we heard a deep voice behind us: "Both of you, whose surname is Li?"

The two of us suddenly turned around and found that all those people had stopped, headed by the old man, staring at us with piercing eyes.

Their dizzy eyes, originally cloudy and lifeless, suddenly emitted a strange light.

I had a question in my mind, how did they know that one of us was surnamed Li?When I came to this place, strange things happened one after another. It seemed that everyone except the two of us had endless secrets.

They were looking for someone surnamed Li, and I didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse, so I hesitated and raised my hand: "My name is Li Yang."

The old man handed the little tortoise to the person next to him. He came up and asked, "Your surname is Li, and you are the son of... Shou Shan... Oh no, you shouldn't be at your age, so you are... Shou Shan's son." grandson?"

I think the Shoushan mentioned by the old man should refer to my grandfather, Li Shoushan.

I nodded: "Yes, my grandfather is Li Shoushan."

The old man's eyes lit up, and he continued to ask: "Then do you have something left by your grandfather in your hand?"

"Objects?" I turned my head around. If it is an object left by my grandfather, besides the map, there are five black stones that my third uncle gave me before leaving.

I took out one of the small stones, put it in the palm of my hand and sent it forward: "Look, does this count?"

(End of this chapter)