Time flew by and it was the afternoon of the next day.
The bus Li Leping was traveling on was traveling on a sparsely populated mountain road.
Yesterday, he had asked Tang Ziyi to help him collect information about "Qingshi Village".
Even though Tang Ziyi had ordered nearby police officers to personally confirm the situation, the real-time situation seemed to show that everything was normal in "Qingshi Village" and there was no sign of any supernatural incident.
However, Li Leping didn't think so. The ghost clothes incident in the shopping mall building had made it clear that the ghost photo studio would not send people to take pictures for no reason.
Since the task requirement is to "take a photo of it", there must be some kind of supernatural event at the designated location.
"Maybe the supernatural events in Qingshi Village haven't really broken out yet?"
"Perhaps some supernatural event will happen in Qingshi Village within this month?"
Li Leping had this kind of thought, because the ghost photo studio actually gave him plenty of time this time, with a full month's deadline.
The bumpy bus made Li Leping feel drowsy. Perhaps he was in a state of high tension. The shaking from the seat at this moment relaxed his nerves a bit.
Li Leping's eyes were filled with vigilance. He was very sure that the strange smell of smoke came from the man in the passenger seat.
"Yes, because I like to go to these rural areas and take photos when I have nothing to do. I heard that the environment in Qingshi Village is very pastoral, so I wanted to go to Qingshi Village to take some photos, just to collect materials.
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"Yeah?" Li Leping asked habitually, focusing on key words.
"That's the guy."
The tricycle stopped upon hearing the sound. The driver, who was dark-skinned and thin, immediately stuck out his upper body and said with a local accent: "You called me?"
"Haha, is our village so popular? One of you wants to go there to relax, and the other wants to take pictures there." The driver didn't think much about it, smiled boldly, and then said, "100, you are a good boy.
No haggling will be accepted."
As soon as money was mentioned, this middle-aged man who looked about fifty years old immediately changed his face, his attitude became very unfriendly, and even his accent disappeared.
The paths leading to remote villages are rarely visited by outsiders.
"Is it this person?"
Suddenly, the whistle of a tricycle sounded from behind.
As he spoke, he touched the old-fashioned camera on his chest to prove his identity as a "photographer".
Then, Li Leping found that the one hundred yuan in his hand had disappeared.
Checked the mobile phone navigation.
There was nothing in the suitcase, just some emergency food and a few changes of clothes.
"Wait a minute!" Li Leping shouted.
"Try him."
"Are they local villagers?"
This is very abnormal. No matter how strong the smell of smoke is, it is impossible to say that people will feel pain in their lungs as soon as they inhale it.
In an instant, the roar of the engine disappeared, and the driver changed his face at the speed of light into a smiling and polite look.
That's right, you can see Qingshi Village after crossing this path.
"Yes." After saying that, Li Leping dragged his suitcase and walked over.
"Hey, that's right. Get in the car quickly."
"Oh," Li Leping put away his wary eyes and looked at the driver, "Uncle, is there Qingshi Village ahead?"
There was the passenger seat, and a man who looked to be in his thirties was sitting there with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he was also observing the approaching Li Leping.
It was like something was burning in his lungs.
Although his consciousness is constantly being eroded by forgotten ghosts, and his needs for eating and sleeping are beginning to weaken, Li Leping is still a human being and cannot completely need energy supplements.
You can already vaguely see the village from here, and you can reach Qingshi Village at most by walking a few miles.
"Humph! I love it, but I don't like it."
At this time, the driver who had been beside him became a little unhappy and urged him.
Just when Li Leping was a little confused, a somewhat worn-out tricycle with a shell that looked like it might fall off at any time passed by him and then drove deeper into the path.
His brows furrowed slightly because he vaguely smelled a strange smell.
As the back door of the bus opened, Li Leping stepped out of the bus with an old-fashioned camera hanging around his neck and carrying a black leather suitcase.
Suddenly.
The bus finally stopped at the entrance of a trail.
In the car, Li Leping lowered his head slightly and stared at the silent man opposite.
The car can't drive in, so it can only be sent here.
Li Leping sighed in his heart, but still hurriedly got in the car.
Many footprints can still be seen on the muddy path. The road leading to Qingshi Village was forcibly walked by people's feet, not a modern cement road. After all, it is located in a remote place and the village's road facilities are not well constructed.
Not completely.
This kind of hand speed cannot be developed without being single for fifty years.
"Haha." Li Leping looked like an ordinary traveler.
The smell was very similar to the second-hand smoke emitted by his college roommate when he smoked in the dormitory.
Holding the handlebar tightly, the tricycle began to make a violent roar, as if it was about to start and leave at any time.
I don't know if he is too sensitive. Now when he sees something in someone else that is not in line with the characteristics of a normal person, he always wonders whether this person is involved in supernatural issues.
"Yes, what do you mean? You want to go too?" the driver said.
This man never said a word from the beginning to the end. He kept his eyes closed and leaned against the carriage as if he was recuperating. However, there was always a strange smell of smoke surrounding him, especially in the carriage of the tricycle.
, this weird smell of smoke even made Li Leping feel a little uncomfortable.
It's just that this smell is much stronger than the smell of second-hand smoke, and Li Leping always feels that there is a faint odor in the smoke, lingering around the tricycle as if it is lingering.
"Yes, the guy behind me is going too." The driver nodded, indicating that the passengers he was carrying should also go.
"Um?"
Li Leping thought for a moment and took out a hundred yuan from his pocket.
He didn't intend to make the matter a big deal, nor did he want to make any noise. After all, looking at the villager who acted as the driver, it seemed that everything in Qingshi Village was quite normal?
If no supernatural incident has occurred in Qingshi Village, then Li Leping will definitely stay in the village for a while. If he directly conflicts with the villagers at this time, he cannot guarantee whether someone will put rat poison in his food.
Li Leping walked over and glanced behind the driver.
There seemed to be passengers in the car, but Li Leping didn't pay attention.
"Ghost Controller?"
"Didi, didi~!"
"Hey, young man, you said you didn't want to speak?"
"100? Uncle, you're not a rip off like this, are you?" Li Leping said.
Soon, the tricycle started and drove on the path into the village.
Li Leping squinted his eyes, intending to test whether this man was a ghost master.
"Ghost Controller?" He said in a low voice.
Suddenly.
The man who had his eyes closed and said nothing suddenly opened his eyes.