Fire Game

"Perhaps your career has never been successful, it may just be because you chose the wrong direction of effort."

Looking at Zhou Like, Shen Lu said sincerely.

It was obviously a horror story, but she felt an indescribable warmth and moving from it.

It is undeniable that this guy still has some talent.

"Perhaps you can try to create other types of stories, which may be easier to reap the rewards."

She gave her advice sincerely.

"Thanks."

After talking for so long, Zhou Like was also thirsty, so he picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of water.

"It has always been my dream to write a well-known horror novel. Before reaching this goal, I will never give up halfway."

"A person can only achieve something if he has his own way."

Gao Fuwen nodded and said with a smile, "Come on."

At this time, the rest of the tour group seemed to have a different view on this unassuming novelist.

Zhou Like laughed and took a sip of water.

At this moment, the sound of suona came from outside the house.

Suona, originally the king of musical instruments, is known for its high-pitched sadness, but at this time in the wind and rain, it is even more mournful.

Everyone looked out in unison.

I saw the villagers brave the rain, carrying a corpse and passing by the gate of the courtyard.

Undoubtedly, it must be the two tigers.

"It's fast enough. Our people are dead and no one cares on this day, but their people are dead but they are in such a big battle."

Zhou Like muttered.

"The cause of death hasn't been found out yet, so he was buried so soon?"

Shen Lu was puzzled.

The corpse-carrying team quickly walked away and disappeared from sight.

At three or four in the afternoon, the drizzle finally stopped.

"I'll go to the village chief."

The rain will definitely make the air even more humid. Zhen Zhibing's body should not be placed like this. needs to be dealt with asap.

Just when Wang Wang was about to go out, Ye Xin took the initiative to speak.

"Let's go together."

The rest of the people were quite surprised.

Wang Wang was also a little surprised, looked at Ye Xin, and nodded quickly, "Let's go then."

The two went out together.

Although the village chief's house is the tallest building in the village, it is actually a bungalow, but his foundation seems to be higher than other villagers' houses.

Of course.

As the village chief, the most powerful person in the village, his house covers a large area, at least three or four times larger than the Niu brothers' yard.

When Ye Xin Wangwang walked into the courtyard, he found that it was very lively.

It turned out that Erhu's body was not brought to burial, but was brought here.

In the spacious main hall, the villagers knelt around the corpse and lit a lot of red candles. Under the leadership of the village chief, they recited words, as if they were carrying out some kind of sacrificial activity.

Ye Xin and Wang Wang looked at each other, stopped, and did not go in to disturb them.

It took nearly half an hour for the inside to subside.

The villagers put their hands together and prayed sincerely. Only the village chief stood alone, like a god.

"The village chief."

Wang Wang entered the door and shouted.

Standing at the innermost, the village chief with a sad expression looked over, then raised his hand to the villagers: "Get up, you all go back first."

Including Kou Chen and Ying'er, the villagers got up one after another and walked out.

Ye Xin stood at the door, not squinting.

Kou Chen's face was expressionless, and he walked past him.

It didn't take long for the villagers to leave, leaving only Erhu's body.

"Is there a problem?"

The village chief looked at Ye Xin and the two.

The villager's tragic death seemed to have dealt a great blow to the old man, and his voice sounded a little weak.

"Village Chief, we want to cremate our friend's body."

Wang Wang went straight to the point.

"It's time to deal with it, otherwise it will rot easily in this weather."

The village chief nodded.

"According to the customs in our village, cremation is not allowed, but you are outsiders, so don't follow those rules. I will send someone to help you deal with it later."

"It's troublesome for the village chief."

Wang Wang thanked him.

"It should be."

The village chief smiled with all his might, showing guilt, "Your friends were killed in the village, but I want to apologize to you."

Wang Wang glanced at the corpse that was tightly wrapped in white cloth on the ground.

"It's not the village chief's fault. You definitely don't want such a thing to happen."

The village chief let out a long sigh, his face trembled unconsciously, and said in pain: "To tell you the truth, in the past six months, our village seems to have been cursed, and people have been dying tragically, your friends, and Erhu, are just one of them. One, as the village chief, I have nothing to do, if possible, I would rather replace them, anyway, half of my body has been buried in the ground, and it is not a pity to die."

Perhaps it was because of excitement. At the end, the village chief coughed suddenly.

Seeing this, Wang Wang was about to speak, but a calm voice sounded first beside him.

"The village chief doesn't need to blame yourself too much. You are just the village chief, not a god. You cannot arrange the life and death of others."

Wang Wang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and frowned slightly.

The village chief also raised his eyes and looked at Ye Xin. After he stopped coughing, he smiled weakly.

"You're right, I really don't have the ability to arrange the life and death of others. I just hope that if this nightmare is really never-ending, the next one will be mine."

"Village Chief, I heard that the reason for all this is ghosts, right?"

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"You're talking about Hu Die, right?"

The village chief's dry lips trembled slightly, his eyes were complicated, and he murmured, seemingly to himself, "She is a good child, I don't believe it, she did it."

"Village Chief, we have a friend who is a policeman. You have seen it this morning. Maybe she can give you some help."

"No need."

The village chief rejected Wang Wang's good intentions without hesitation, "You have already died, and you can't be implicated any more."

Wang Wang still wanted to speak, but the village chief no longer gave him a chance to speak.

"Okay, I'm a little tired, I need to rest, you go back first."

Hearing this, Wang Wang had to stop talking and bid farewell.

The sky is grey.

It rained again in the sky.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Wang Wang and Ye Xin could only hide under an old tree for a while.

After all, getting sick with a cold in the game is a fatal thing.

"What do you think?"

Wang Wang turned his head.

Occasionally, villagers pass by in a hurry in the rain.

"On the surface, this village chief is pitiful, selfless and noble, but I always feel that something is wrong with him. Obviously so many people have died in the village. If he really loves the people as he does, why is he so resistant to our help?"

Wang Wang said, frowning, "Do you feel the same way?"

Ye Xin didn't answer, the rain inevitably dripped down the branches, leaves, and tree trunks, dripped through the ends of the hair, and finally splashed onto the ground, causing ripples.

As if he didn't realize it, he just quietly stared at the hazy rain curtain.

"Hundreds of ghosts walk at night in the heavy rain, and some people are among them, which makes me happier than ghosts."

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