Chapter 1409 Small cannon fodder in horror games 28
He walked over and heard her ask himself: "Zou Jihan, do you think these lanterns are strange?"
Zou Jihan looked up.
Lanterns are the kind of lanterns made from bamboo and paper in the old days.
It was about the size of a girl's hands, hanging outside the shop.
But the lantern in front of me is neither red nor yellow, but white.
The kind of person who does funerals.
It was as if a spotlight had been turned on automatically in the thick fog, and it was very bright.
And it’s not just this shop.
Along the way, no matter whether it was a shop or a house, the lanterns they saw were all of this style.
So much so that Gu Ruojiao didn't feel anything was wrong at first.
A dull-looking boy whispered: "Isn't everyone in this village dead?"
That's why every house hangs white lanterns.
Another boy said: "Oh, don't be scary. If everyone is dead, who, who hung up this lantern!"
"I think what you said is scarier, okay!" The curly-haired girl trembled and rubbed her arms.
Gu Ruojiao didn't think so much, because she was thinking of another thing.
"Zou Jihan, do you think white lanterns should be hung in places like ancestral halls?"
"Normally speaking, no."
"Does that mean that if there are lanterns of other colors hanging somewhere, that is the place we are looking for?"
Zou Jihan glanced at her appreciatively: "Yeah."
Gu Ruojiao shook her head proudly.
It seems to be saying "praise me quickly, praise me quickly".
But Zou Jihan didn't even boast.
Gu Ruojiao was not angry and gave herself a thumbs up!
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Now that I have a direction to look for, the long road that I originally thought is not so boring.
I have to say that Zou Jihan's eyes are really good.
Gu Ruojiao obviously thought that many places looked the same, but he just knew where to turn and which road he had just taken.
After walking for about ten minutes, Gu Ruojiao seemed to see two red light spots in the distance through a thick layer of fog.
But it was not clear, especially since the red dot was still flickering.
As the red dots swayed, the cold wind blew by one after another, carrying the dust and dead leaves on the ground and rolling past their feet.
Gu Ruojiao subconsciously grabbed Zou Jihan's clothes and pressed against him tightly.
After thinking about it, he grabbed the adjusting strap on his small backpack and stuffed it into Zou Jihan's hand.
Zou Jihan glanced at her.
Gu Ruo said delicately: "I'm afraid of losing it."
If he's afraid of losing it, shouldn't he be allowed to grab his hand? Grabbing the belt is nothing.
Zou Jihan threw away the belt and took her hand instead.
"Let's go."
Gu Ruojiao pursed her lips and snickered.
But soon she stopped laughing.
At some point, a faint sound began to come from the quiet and empty street.
It seemed like someone was talking or singing something.
The voice was childish, with a strange inflection.
But apart from a thick fog, no one could be seen.
Gu Ruojiao carefully identified it for a while and found that it was a nursery rhyme.
——The little boy, sitting on the door pillar, crying and shouting for a wife, what do you want a wife to do, covering the pit with a basin, talking to the feet.
Intermittent, accompanied by children's laughter.
It's just that there is no childlike innocence in this laughter, but instead it makes people panic.
The few people behind were so frightened that their legs weakened, and they all gathered around Gu Ruojiao and the others like chickens.
Gu Ruojiao even moved herself into Zou Jihan's arms, grabbing his hand and wrapping it around her waist.
Zou Jihan's expression didn't change at all, he just said: "We've arrived."
Gu Ruojiao looked up and her eyes widened suddenly.
Only five steps away from them, they saw two red lanterns swaying in the wind hanging in front of the tall door.
But this place is neither an ancestral hall nor a village committee.
