It's already getting dark.

There is a completely different feeling in the forest than in the city. At this time in the city, many students have not finished school yet, pedestrians are rushing on the road, the subway is crowded with people, and there are many vendors on the street.

In the deep mountains and old forests, only the village in front of us is inhabited.

The fire in the village appeared from under a pile of corpses.

The firewood was piled up like a high hill, with corpses wearing clothes of different colors on top. Under the firewood, stood five or six adult men.

In addition to this, you can also see small wooden houses next to the fire in the village. There are fences in front of the wooden houses and the doors are closed, so you can't see clearly what's going on inside.

This is not the first time Feng Song has visited places like "Ghost Village" and "Dead Man Village", and this village looks much more earthly than the one she and Lin Qi went to——

At least, there is fire here.

It turns out that people in that village were burned in small houses that they falsely called "home" but were actually coffins, using a single house as an incinerator. The "smoke" coming out there was actually the burning

The smoke of death.

In comparison, this village does look much warmer, and the villagers here are also much more normal.

As soon as Feng Song, Lin Yaoyan and Lin Fengling walked into the village, a man who was still burning the corpse noticed it. The man turned his head in front of the fire, and his face, which looked like he was in his fifties or sixties, was full of haggard.

The other party glanced at Feng Song and then explained something to the people around him. Next to him, a man in his thirties but with a weathered face nodded to the old man and strode towards Feng Song and the others.

When Lin Yaoyan saw someone coming, she clenched her fists subconsciously and stepped forward to block Feng Song's side.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come.

If someone wants to take action, Lin Yaoyan will also take action, and even strike first!

Feng Song also stopped. The man in his thirties, holding a torch in one hand, was getting closer and closer to them. Lin Fengling narrowed his peach blossom eyes and lowered his voice, "Little dad, will they put Lin Qi there too?"

Burned?"

Thinking this way, Lin Fengling was still looking forward to it.

They arrived late, Lin Qi was hopeless, and there was one less person to compete with him to fight for his baby daddy.

Lin Fengling was too stupid to think like this, so this thought just flashed through his mind, and he patted his head hard——

How could he curse his brother?

What if his little dad discovers his vicious thoughts and hates him and stays away from him?

With this thought in mind, Lin Fengling raised her hand and wiped her eyes, trying her best to look worried.

"Probably not. My miserable eldest brother has suffered from weak kidneys and weak legs at a young age all his life, and now he has turned into ashes? No, I can't accept this situation... He won't... Although he is lucky

It’s not good for him to be weak and sick, but he is still a good big brother to me!”

Lin Fengling didn't even believe what he said.

Feng Song and Lin Yaoyan glanced at him and then at each other. Lin Yaoyan said to Feng Song, "Teacher Feng, don't believe him. They are just crocodile tears. No, there are no tears."

Feng Song was amused by Lin Fengling.

"I didn't expect that you still have some acting skills."

Lin Fengling didn't expect to be praised by his father, so he acted even harder. He put his hand on his thigh and squeezed it hard, trying to squeeze out the tears of worry and distress for Lin Qi's death.

But this kind of tears couldn't come out at all, he just wanted to laugh...

Helpless, Lin Fengling could only cover her mouth with one hand, lowered her head to hide her expression, and her whole body was trembling.

Lin Fengling felt that this was not his fault. If he was to blame, he could only blame Lin Qi for being too funny!

While a few of them were talking, a man holding a torch also came to their side. The man glanced sideways at Lin Fengling, who was trembling with his head lowered. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a weak and hoarse voice.

"Are you an out-of-town relative of someone in this village? If someone dies, you don't have to be too sad. Alas."

Lin Fengling nodded tremblingly with "sadness", covering her mouth with one hand and making a vague sound, "Well..."

What else did the man in his thirties want to comfort? He looked at the handsome appearance of Feng Song and Lin Yaoyan under the firelight, and also noticed that their clothes looked either rich or noble, and they didn't look like people from the village.

Relatives you can have.

He didn't go online much and didn't recognize Feng Song's face, but Feng Song alone gave him the feeling that he was out of place in this backward and remote village.

The man's brows frowned tightly, and his voice suddenly became stern.

"No, you must not be relatives of the people here. What are you doing here?!"

After speaking, he raised the torch high.

Lin Yaoyan nervously clenched his fists and prepared to take action. He suspected that the man was about to take action!

But the man held the torch high to let them see the road here clearly.

"This is not a place for joking, nor is it a place for adventurous rich kids to explore! This village is very dangerous now, I will take you out!!"

The man's expression was not weird at all, he was just helpless and anxious, which made Feng Song even more curious about this place.

"What's wrong with this village? Maybe we can help."

The man shook his head weakly, "I can't help. No one can help. Our village is haunted. Now we have to burn the dead people, and then we all have to leave here."

This development is very similar to Feng Song's original village.

only--

Feng Song just stared at the fire for a long time and found that all the people burned on it were young women between the ages of eighteen and nineteen to twenty-one or twelve years old. The fire must not have been burning for long, the temperature was not high enough, and the corpses had not been processed yet.

You can also find many clues.

The man sighed heavily.

"It's useless. You can't help. The people in the village have already called the doctor. The doctor said that these people all died of cardiac paralysis, which was caused by a hereditary heart disease. This congenital heart disease may be related to ours.

The village is backward and they are not going out, so they are not saved at all due to their close blood relationship."

"Those who are able take their families and leave, while those who are incapable have no choice but to leave."

At this point, the man sighed even louder.

"This kind of genetic disease is passed from female to male, and the incidence rate is very high, so our village is very afraid of giving birth to daughters, who will not live long. But it is not like today, where suddenly more than a dozen people died overnight...

…”

Lin Yaoyan's eyes widened. He did not speak, but looked at Feng Song.

Lin Fengling asked what Lin Yaoyan wanted to say.

"Lin Qi may have been kidnapped here, and strange deaths started here again. Is there any connection?"

Feng Song's eyes turned cold and he nodded.

"Probably."

The man holding the torch couldn't quite understand what they were saying, but when he heard the word "kidnapping", his expression became even worse. "Has someone been kidnapped here? It's so dangerous. Do you have others to help?"

What?"

It was obvious that the man regarded Feng Song and the others as young masters who came out to play. Feng Song looked thin and tender, with a slender figure. Lin Fengling also had fair skin, a beautiful appearance, and a slender figure. At first glance, he had no fighting ability. The only one who looked a bit fierce was Lin.

Yao Yan is not very old either.

In the eyes of men, these are young and pampered, and there is no use coming here.

Feng Song replied.

"No one is here yet."

The man was relieved when he heard this, "It's good that someone else is here! If you are kidnapped here or nearby, people in our village can usually help you, but now..."

As the man spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the firewood pile behind the village.

I don’t know why, but the fire that was still burning just now has been extinguished. There are no street lights in the village, and the center of the village is dark. An old man is saying loudly, "Don't be anxious, don't be afraid, keep lighting the fire! There are many people behind us."

Waiting for us to protect!"

It sounds like this old man is not a bad person, at least he is responsible.

But the extinguished flames brought darkness, and the gloomy environment made people feel fear. Someone in the rooms on both sides of the village opened the door, and someone was whispering inside.

Darkness falls.

Fear also spreads in the village.

The torch held in the man's hand became the brightest light source in the village. The firelight illuminated the man's tightly furrowed brows as he murmured in a low voice.

"Something weird happened again!"

After speaking, he turned his head and said to Feng Song and the others.

"Sorry, I may not be able to accompany you now. Something strange happened in the village again. I have to go and help. I'm sorry that your friend was tied here. If I finish my work here, I will go and help you."

This shows that men are usually very enthusiastic people.

But no matter how warm his heart is, it can't withstand the coldness that permeates the village at this time. The man's heart can't help but feel cold, because the firewood is all dry firewood, and the weather is dry now. How could the fire suddenly go out?

After the fire was extinguished, four or five men who were usually good at working were busy in front of the fire, but the fire still did not rise. This was so weird!

If the fire cannot be lit today, these corpses cannot be disposed of. Not to mention that there are still some women, elderly and children in the village who may be frightened to death. Even young men like them in their prime will be frightened to death. Now they clearly feel that they are under the fire.

The people in front of the pile seemed to want to retreat.

The man hurriedly walked to the fire, talking loudly as he walked.
Chapter completed!