The place the hotel tycoon was talking about was not somewhere else, it was the ancient battlefield that the old people here were talking about. There are no tourism resources to develop here, but that place still has a bit of a story. Therefore, the leaders of S Town decided to convert the ancient battlefield with ancient legends.
It has been transformed into the only tourist attraction in the area.
After leaving the inn, Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing stood blankly on the deserted street.
"Dazhi, what should we do? Should we continue to look for Director Bai's child Baizhu, or should we go back?" Zhou Zijing is now used to Wu Dazhi deciding everything, so after standing on the road for a while, he couldn't help but ask
.
"I still think the funeral procession last night was a bit strange. Just now you heard the hotel owner say that last night..."
Wu Dazhi did not continue speaking. At this point, Zhou Zijing should have understood what he was going to say.
"Could it be that what we saw yesterday was not reality at all? It was an afterimage left over from a long time ago?"
"Maybe, but I think that thing appeared to welcome us!" Wu Dazhi shrugged and said, "But for our official status as workers, we have to risk our lives to get there!"
Alas, Zhou Zijing sighed silently in his heart. There is indeed a huge difference between the status of a regular worker and a temporary worker! Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing walked out of the main road in the town and walked through a jungle to the path leading to the ancient battlefield.
This road was obviously built by man. It was paved with various small stones. It was a bit rugged. Both sides of the road were covered with various trees and weeds.
This road is not very convenient to walk. There are too many gravels on the ground, and there will be a clicking sound under your feet from time to time.
"Oh, the tourism development is not done well at all. Can this road go up the mountain? What if it's the National Day Golden Week? Oh, I'm definitely not here for tourism, I'm here to commit suicide!"
Zhou Zijing complained as he walked away.
"..." Wu Dazhi seemed to have no other choice but to remain silent.
"I'm talking about Dazhi, why do I think this place is weird?" After walking for a short distance, Zhou Zijing began to complain again, "Do you think anyone will really come to this place for tourism? It's so difficult to get up, but if you get down,
, isn’t it more difficult?”
Wu Dazhi said nothing. They were already halfway up the mountain. The mountain where the ancient battlefield was located had a very high altitude. Although it was only halfway up the mountain, it was enough for Wu Dazhi to see the situation below clearly.
"Fat man, do you think there is a village there?" Wu Dazhi tugged Zhou Zijing's arm and motioned for him to look down.
Sure enough, there was a small mountain village at the foot of the mountain not far from them. The village didn't look big, but it was a lively scene.
"Could that be Baijia Village?" Zhou Zijing had an idea and asked casually.
"Let's go down and take a look first. After all, the hotel tycoon lives in the county, and he may not know many places."
After the two of them agreed, they quickly walked towards the small mountain village. Strangely enough, the way down this day was much easier than the way up before.
After a while, they arrived at the entrance of the village. This village is the most common mountain village in Northeastern rural areas. If it weren't for the "Baijia Village" written in red on the big stone at the entrance of the village, Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing would not have known it at all.
Go right around it.
"Baijia Village!" Zhou Zijing looked at the words on the big stone excitedly, "Let's go back in the evening and kill the hotel tycoon. He actually lied to us and said there is no such place!"
Wu Dazhi nodded, but didn't say much. He left Zhou Zijing, who was still complaining, and walked toward the village alone. The further he walked, the more he felt something was wrong.
Quiet, unusual quiet, the kind of quiet that is invaded by death.
Wu Dazhi was suspicious, so he made a seal in his hand and chanted a spell in his mouth. After the spell was finished, the Baijiacun in front of him took on a different appearance.
Except for the long-abandoned crop fields and a few dilapidated brick houses, there is nothing else.
"How could this happen?" Zhou Zijing was a little panicked.
"Well, it seems that what Director Bai said is not that simple! Let's see if there is anyone in the village first!" Wu Dazhi sighed, and then began to check the courtyards one by one.
The two searched the village for a long time, knocking on all the doors, but all they got were dead silences. There was no one. How could there be any living people in the village that was enchanted outside?
The sky gradually darkened, a cool breeze blew by, and Zhou Zijing shivered involuntarily.
"Dazhi, why don't we go back first? I think what happened in this village should be related to the ancient battlefield. Let's go to the ancient battlefield tomorrow to see it first!" Zhou Zijing said tentatively. He was not afraid, but just
This place is too evil. He and Wu Dazhi haven't figured out the situation yet, so it would not be a wise choice to act rashly.
"Well, I also think there's something wrong with that ancient battlefield. Even though it's only halfway up the mountain, the Yin energy there is enough to make people with no spiritual power die violently..."
"So powerful?" Zhou Zijing looked at Wu Dazhi in surprise. You must know that he was there just now, but he didn't feel anything at all. When did Wu Dazhi become so powerful?
It was already evening, and the rocks on the mountain were reflected in the setting sun and turned into a deep red color. It was a blood-like red, which seemed to give people an unlucky feeling.
The wind blew outside the window, sounding like a call from the thousand-year-old battlefield. Those who died here because of the war kept telling their sorrows...
Wu Dazhi looked out the window helplessly, looking in the direction of the village. The mystery in his heart was like a tangled cotton thread, as if he couldn't breathe unless it was untied.
"Fat man, you eat first, and I'll go out to find out if you've heard anything about what happened in Baijia Village!" Wu Dazhi stood up and walked out.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Zhou Zijing put down his chopsticks and asked hurriedly. To be honest, he was a little uneasy because what happened in Baijia Village was too weird.
If a village is wiped out, even in such a remote countryside, it will definitely not alarm anyone. You know, aren't there frequent inspections in the countryside now? Fortunately, Baijia Village is at the foot of the ancient battlefield.
As long as someone goes up the mountain, he can see it when he lowers his head...
Zhou Zijing didn't dare to think about it. The more he thought about it, the more strange things seemed to him. He stood up and was about to go see what happened with Wu Dazhi, but Wu Dazhi had already disappeared.
Because the location of the village is very remote and can only be found by walking through the rugged gravel road in the jungle and standing on the hillside of the ancient battlefield, so few people know that such a small village is located in this place.
Wu Dazhi asked all the nearby merchants and old people outside to enjoy the cool weather. No one knew that there was a small mountain village in that place and what happened there.
It was completely dark, and Wu Dazhi still didn't get any news. He returned to the hotel in frustration, and Zhou Zijing immediately greeted him:
"Dazhi, have you made any new discoveries?"
Wu Dazhi shook his head.
"Is there really a village that appears out of nowhere in this world?" Zhou Zijing sighed. As soon as he finished speaking, there was another sound of blowing and beating outside the hotel window.
Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing were shocked. This was clearly the mournful music played by the funeral procession. There were funerals last night, and there are still funerals tonight?