The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 383

The flickering lights showed that the people in the village hadn't rested yet.

We got out of the hole, stepped on a small stone road, and groped forward for a certain distance.A village gate appeared in front of him. The gate of the village was made of stones, tall and majestic.Although it is just a village gate, it gives people the feeling of a city gate.

The three of us poked our heads in, and were about to discuss whether to enter the village or observe outside.At this time, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the gate of the village: "Goddess Walker, please register!"

It turned out that there were guards in front of the gate of the village, and we had been under surveillance since we came out of the cave.

This cry makes us feel uncomfortable, lest we answer wrong and be found to be fake.

We hesitated for a while, and the person on the opposite side shouted again: "Goddess Walker, please register!"

I reminded in a low voice: "Does the title refer to what is written on the domino?"

Old Xiao nodded: "Let's take a gamble."

As he said that, Lao Xiao raised the domino in his hand: "Jia Chen San."

The third uncle also followed Lao Xiao's example, holding up the dominoes in his hand: "Jia Chen Wu."

I didn't dare to neglect the rest, so I also raised the domino: "Jiachen Liu."

It was followed by 3 minutes of silence, and my heart was in my throat.But after we called out our names, the other party didn't ask any more questions.

After 3 minutes, the gate of the village opened slowly.

The three of us held the dominoes and walked through the gate, which was slowly closed again. A strong man led a few people to guard the gate. It should be what he shouted to the outside just now.

At this time, a brightly dressed woman came over gracefully from a distance, and the strong man guarding the gate bowed his head at the woman just now: "Auntie, the walker is back."

The woman wore a layer of red veil on her face, covering the face below the nose. She looked young, that is, around twenty, but the strong man called her aunt, and he didn't know what it was called.

The aunt nodded slightly, walked over slowly, looked us up and down, and asked, "Jia Chensan?"

Old Xiao walked up hurriedly, imitating the strong man and bowing: "Hello, Auntie."

After I heard it, I felt a chill, it was a bit too risky.First of all we don't know the identity of this woman, the man called her aunt, maybe they are relatives.However, Lao Xiao is also five or sixty years old, but it is too ridiculous to call a young woman an aunt.If his claim is wrong, then we can imagine the consequences.

I peeked nervously at the woman, her face was expressionless, her eyes were fixed on Lao Xiao, and she asked calmly, "Did you get the medicine back?"

Old Xiao nodded, and replied respectfully: "I took it back."

"Leave it to me." The woman stretched out her hand.

Lao Xiao hurriedly handed over the medicine bag in his arms.The woman took the medicine bag and nodded: "It's hard work, go back and rest."

Saying that, the woman turned and left.

The three of us, including Lao Xiao, wiped the sweat from our brows secretly. This probably scared us all enough.I didn't expect that a mistake would lead us to the present without being overwhelmed.Afterwards, I learned that Lao Xiao was not totally unprepared when he called aunt.According to the news he had received before, the waiter next to the goddess was indeed called aunt.

The woman told us to go back and rest, obviously it wasn't right for us to stay there any longer.We had no choice but to turn around and walk inside the village.

We don't know where to go, and the village is full of headless flies.

Fortunately, we were walking in the stockade, and no one else came up to question us.Obviously we have successfully broken in, and our identity has not aroused their suspicion.We all know that the most urgent thing is to find a foothold so that we can discuss the next step.

In this village, almost no one gathers to chat with each other, only a few people are walking around.

I took a look at the Goddess Village. I don’t know if it’s because it’s late at night. Everything here is very quiet, just like an ordinary village. There are still last year’s Spring Festival couplets on the doors of many houses, and red Lanterns are full of peace and even some warmth.

What I'm feeling now doesn't fit at all with the Goddess Village that continues the mysterious customs and regards human life as nothing.

What impresses me is the architecture here, which is obviously different from our modern people, with a strong ancient charm.There are also many ethnic characteristics.But let me say which style is here, and I can't tell.

I think it may be because it is located on the border of HLJ and Russia, and the cultures of both countries should have an influence on this village. In addition, this is an ancient village, where foreign culture and traditional life, ancient culture and modern civilization are integrated together. Only then has such a nondescript goddess village been created.

At this moment, a bell rang suddenly from nowhere.

The bell was so loud that it hit the eardrums.

As the bell rang, the few villagers on the road all quickly walked towards their respective houses.It seems that this bell is passing a signal.

They all have places to go, what do we do?
We suddenly panicked and stayed on the street for a long time, otherwise we would be discovered.

We looked left and right, hoping to find a temporary place to stay.

At this moment, Uncle San's sharp eyes suddenly pointed to the house in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Look, there are number plates on the doors."

We ran over to look, and sure enough, there was a sign hanging on the door of the house next to us, which read: Jia Mao Tian.

The third uncle pointed to the sign: "See? Jiamao, we are Jiachen, and the next street is probably Jiachen. Our residence should be there."

The third uncle's discovery made us feel like a treasure, so we hurried across this Jiamao Street and ran to the next street.

The third uncle's judgment was accurate. On the door of the next street, there was indeed the words Jiachendi written on it.

Old Xiao pushed the door open and led us in.

The structure inside the house is a bit like a factory building, long and empty.There are quite a few beds inside, and some of the beds have people lying on them.

After we came in, we didn't disturb them.

According to the bed number, we found three beds, Jiachen [-], Jiachen [-] and Jiachen [-].

However, Jiachensi's bunk, which was vacated in the middle, was empty.

From the time I got this domino, I wondered that our three dominoes were numbers three, five, and six, and there was a number four missing in the middle.

But thinking about it carefully, this situation is also very normal, the serial number is just a code name, there should be no rules to follow who should be sent out to get the medicine.So although I had doubts, I didn't care too much.

But now that we have returned to the residence of the Jiachen, this question arises again.

(End of this chapter)