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Early the next morning.

The area under the century-old locust tree at the entrance of Jiangjia Village is even more bustling than a vegetable market.

Jiang Gundao was surrounded by a group of villagers.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes sunken, as if his soul had been ripped out. He was describing, with spittle flying, the terrifying ordeal he had experienced the previous night that was a near-death experience.

"Really! I saw it with my own eyes!"

Jiang Gundao's voice trembled as he gestured wildly.

"That thing, its head, 'click,' spun around a whole circle! And its eyes were glowing red! Just like a wolf!"

He lowered his voice and added mysteriously.

"It even talked! It said...it was going to eat me! For my midnight snack!"

The villagers already felt that the construction team was incredibly strange.

Now, after hearing Jiang Gundao's embellished description, and knowing that Luanshigang used to be an abandoned, neglected cemetery, they realized that...

This caused an uproar throughout the entire village!

"I knew that place was haunted! We must have run into something unclean!"

"My God! More than a hundred! That must have been a huge amount of resentment!"

"Jiang Gundao is lucky to be alive! If it were anyone else, they'd probably be found dead at the construction site this morning!"

The villagers were talking amongst themselves, their faces filled with fear.

Just then, Third Grandfather Jiang Wanhai, leaning on his cane, pushed through the crowd and walked in.

After listening to Jiang Gundao's description, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he stroked his beard and had a look of sudden realization.

"Nonsense! What unclean things!"

Third Grandfather slammed his cane on the ground and shouted in a strong voice.

"I think this isn't a bad thing, it's a fantastic thing!"

Everyone was taken aback and looked at him.

Third Grandfather cleared his throat and announced his "authoritative" conclusion in an extremely confident tone.

"Think about it, we just burned an aircraft carrier and planes for our ancestors a few days ago. Our filial piety was truly moving!"

"I think this isn't a ghost. It's just that our Jiang Chen's filial piety is so strong that it moved the sleeping ancestors underground!"

"These are 'ghost soldiers' sent from below by our ancestors, who were worried that building the factory would be too hard for us. They're here to help us, the descendants of the Jiang family, build our houses!"

"May the ghostly soldiers lend their passage, bringing prosperity to the Jiang family!"

My third grandfather's words were resounding and full of metaphysical persuasiveness.

The villagers immediately understood!

Yup!

No wonder those workers work like their lives depend on it, and they're so strong!

No wonder they don't eat, drink, or rest!

So... so they were one of our own!

In an instant, the fear on the villagers' faces quickly faded, replaced by a sense of pride and awe!

The rumors about "ghost soldiers building a factory" spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of Jiangjia Village in just one morning.

The rumors became increasingly outrageous as they spread.

Finally, some people even claimed with certainty that they personally witnessed those "ghost soldiers" not eating in the middle of the night, but instead gathering together to gnaw on the cast iron and steel bars at the construction site!

After that, the villagers' attitude completely changed when they passed by the construction site again.

They dared not crane their necks to look inside anymore, nor did they dare to point or whisper.

Instead, they stopped far away and bowed respectfully in the direction of the construction site.

There are still words in his mouth.

"Our ancestors worked so hard!"

"Please take it easy, don't overwork yourselves!"

After hearing these rumors, Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated.

What is all this about?

Ghost soldiers?

If the leaders who come tomorrow hear this, it won't just be "illegal military experiments," but they'll also slap a big label on him for "spreading feudal superstition in rural areas!"

He quickly dragged Jiang Gundao, who was still bragging at the village entrance, to the village committee.

In front of everyone, a serious "debunking" meeting was held.

"Jiang Daniu! Stop spreading these fallacies!"

Jiang Chen pointed at Jiang Gundao's nose and reprimanded him sternly.

"What do you mean, 'eyes glowing red'? Those are night vision goggles the workers wear for night patrols. The equipment reflects light, understand?"

"What do you mean by turning your head 180 degrees? That's because they've been training for years, doing yoga; their neck is more flexible than yours!"

"You said you were going to eat me? I think you're just drunk and hallucinating!"

Jiang Gundao was thoroughly scolded by Jiang Chen. Although he dared not argue back, he was still terrified inside.

He vowed that he would never set foot near that eerie construction site again in his life.

For Jiang Chen, this was actually a good thing.

That's great, we don't even need to install security systems and surveillance cameras.

Jiang Gundao is the most dedicated volunteer anti-pickpocketing advocate in Jiangjia Village.

Su Qing, standing to the side, was laughing so hard her stomach hurt and tears were almost streaming down her face as she listened to Jiang Chen's serious nonsense.

She leaned close to Jiang Chen's ear and whispered something.

"Ghost soldiers using this route to build infrastructure? That's impressive, President Jiang. Even Hollywood screenwriters couldn't come up with this script."

"Your mysterious construction team is about to become famous all over the country."

Jiang Chen sighed inwardly as he looked at the villagers' expressions, which were a mixture of disbelief and skepticism, yet they clearly believed more in the "ghost soldiers" theory.

Rumors cannot be dispelled.

Then we can only go with the flow.

He decided to make this "ghost army" behave more "humanly" during the day.

The next day, the villagers witnessed an even stranger scene.

During the short lunch break.

Two "ghost soldiers" were actually setting up a chess set in a corner of the construction site.

The two sat facing each other, silent and expressionless, exchanging blows in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Of course, the villagers didn't know that these were actually two T800 machines exchanging data and checking engineering drawings tens of millions of times per second through the ancient method of playing chess.

Gradually, the villagers still held the construction team in awe.

But at least, I'm not as panicked as before.

After all, who has ever seen a ghost soldier who works for their own ancestors, has to bring them lunch boxes, and even has to play chess during their rest time?

This is so down-to-earth.