"boom!"

Ji Li had just stepped out of the courtyard wall of his second uncle's house, and a huge thunder suddenly sounded in the sky made his pace stumble.

When I raised my head, dense raindrops hit my face, and with the wind, I felt as if I was hit by steel beads.

The gloomy sky seemed to be closer to him, and there was no way to tell the difference.

Whenever the mission reaches a critical moment, it is always accompanied by such harsh weather.

Ji Li held his clothes tightly, but the corners of the windbreaker were still whirling in the wind. The powerful wind made it particularly difficult to walk.

Luo Xian held his coat over his head, caught up, deliberately increasing his volume and shouted:

"I took Luo Jianjun as my dream, but I couldn't see the ghosts and human bones mentioned in the dream!"

Even though she had used a little more than usual to expand her power, she still seemed light and fluttering when she fell into Ji Li's ears.

Ji Li also noticed this and responded loudly:

"We did not fully understand Wuer Village, which was a huge obstacle to understanding the nature of the mission.

During this period, we seemed to be busy every moment, but in fact we were only at the edge."

"Swish!"

Luo Xian's attention was distracted, and the coat supported by his hands was blown down by the strong wind and drifted towards the rear along the wind.

It’s too storm, so it’s useless to hold on to anything.

She squinted her eyes, looked at the blurry road ahead, turned her head and took her steps firmly and shouted:

"What do you think?"

"Just go to the stone grave, it will tell us whether everything we have done before is right or wrong!"

Ji Li's hair had just tied up was blowing behind his head at this moment, and he had not moved forward in such a violent storm.

The Wuer Village in front of him looks illusory against the backdrop of heavy rain.

The road ahead leads to heaven or hell, and you will only know if you continue.

It would be closer to the village from the edge of the village to the end of the village, but because they avoided the wind and rain, they chose to travel through the village.

The bad weather caused a great delay, and after nearly twenty minutes of hiking, they barely arrived in the middle of the village.

When he came to the wall of the slogan "Diligence and Get Rich", Luo Xian deliberately looked at the family.

Without the barrier of the coat, Luo Xian's thin upper body was exposed to the wind and rain, and his torn shirt was swinging in the rain.

A blue-gray palm print was printed on the snow-white skin.

And this death mark comes from this ordinary family.

But when Luo Xian came back here, he was shocked to find two dim lights in the small bungalow.

In the blurred vision, she could not see if there were any reflections on the window.

But in the dark, she felt a look, and was also looking at her from afar through the wind and rain.

"What exactly are the villagers of Wuer Village..."

The two of them did not stop here, but just looked back for a moment and continued to move forward.

After passing this family, the village road became more and more spacious, which meant that they had officially arrived in the middle of the village.

Even in such a bad weather, the slightly tilted old crooked tree still stood in the wind and rain and stood firm on the land.

The branches and leaves that were not many were destroyed, symbolizing the desolation of a life before death.

Luo Xian's pace was faster at this time, and an anxiousness emerged on her face wet by the rain. She changed from walking to running and heading towards the crooked tree.

"Huai Guang!Huai Guang!"

The madman once predicted that if Bai Huaiguang would die, his head would hang on this tree.

This undoubtedly provides Luo Xian with an opportunity to discover Bai Huaiguang's life and death without reaching the wooden house at the end of the village.

Ji Li didn't speed up, but just watched her stumble and run, and then watched her fall and get up again.

It was only at this moment that he saw the other side of this woman.

Even to her level, there will still be someone who gives sincere heart.

He saw Luo Xian kneeling in front of the swaying crooked tree, his thin back trembling in the wind, as weak as if he would be scraped away at any time.

A pale human head hung on the branches, like a white lantern swaying in the wind.

Without blood or horror, Bai Huai's face as bright as paper was now calmly closed, as if he had not suffered any pain.

A little bit of rain washed his head, and the dripping water looked like fruits from a tree.

Luo Xian covered his face in pain and knelt in front of his head. His long hair, like a waterfall, was completely wet and could no longer be blown by the wind.

Ji Li couldn't see her expression clearly. He couldn't see whether the water droplets flowed from his fingers were rain or tears.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, took off his windbreaker and put it on Luo Xian's shoulder.

"You followed me at the age of nineteen, and you have been following me since you were nineteen..."

Luo Xian took the hand covering his face, looked at the head that was shaking with blurry eyes, and his tone turned from compassion to viciousness.

"I will kill any ghost that kills you!"

Her mourning mood disappeared in an instant, and she stood up neatly and put her windbreaker on her body.

Standing in front of Bai Huaiguang's head, his eyes returned to the spirit that a store manager should have, and made a great oath.

After saying that, he turned around decisively and continued to move towards the end of the village. His slender shadow was firm in the rain.

Ji Li didn't say a word and watched this scene quietly.

People can never kill ghosts, and they can't even hurt them.

This is their sorrow and its permanent destiny in this unfair match.

However, at this moment, a very unreal sound suddenly appeared in his ears, like an illusion.

"Two ghosts..."

Ji Li suddenly turned his head and looked at the trunk. The head was still normal, shaking his eyes and mouth.

The three words I just heard were like hallucinations, but they were definitely not hallucinations!

He carefully observed the head, but he still didn't see anything abnormal.

This is indeed a dead head, from Bai Huaiguang, and there is no information other than that.

"It's not an illusion, this sentence is what this head says. I remember Bai Huaiguang's voice.

Even if it is very weak, it must be him!"

The third personality words made a sure thing for this matter and dispelled Ji Li's suspicion.

Bai Huaiguang, absolutely not dead!

Luo Xian's figure had disappeared from his sight at this moment, and Ji Li quickly chased after him.

After crossing a corner, he grabbed Luo Xian's arm and said:

"Bai Huaiguang is probably not dead. I heard him revealing information for me."

Luo Xian's eyes were filled with confusion, and she frowned and asked again:

"What did you say?"

Ji Li said what had just happened again and explained:

"This is information. Not to mention that the clerk cannot become a ghost after his death, even if Bai Huaiguang becomes a ghost, he shouldn't reveal clues to us.

So Bai Huaiguang must have not died yet, he was just in a stalemate and could not get rid of it."

Luo Xian was silent for half a minute, and her mood was obviously much higher than before. She grabbed Ji Li's wrist and said anxiously:
Chapter completed!