Several young people at the institute were frightened when they heard they were staying the night. Moreover, they were very tired and just wanted to go home and take a hot shower.
These young people who grew up in cities have never experienced the hardship of sleeping in a deserted village. They are reluctant to do so in their hearts, but they dare not speak out.
Hu Jianjun saw that everyone had a bad look on his face, but he showed a confident smile and said: "What, are you scared now? If you just stay overnight, I don't believe that any ghosts can really appear in this village."
"Master Hu, then I rely on you to protect me!" the girl wearing a red T-shirt said with a charming smile.
She knew that among the young men in the entire institute, Hu Jianjun's family was the richest, and she herself was somewhat pretty, so she often flirted with Hu Jianjun.
Hu Jianjun glanced at the girl, with an ambiguous look in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Yao Beibei, since you said so, I will keep vigil for you tonight."
Such ambiguous words made Yao Beibei's face turn red and she couldn't help but spit, but a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.
Other young people started making noises, touting Hu Jianjun as the messenger who protects the flowers. Only He Qing looked at the increasingly gloomy sky and the pale white walls of the mud houses around him, and looked uneasy.
"Okay, since we are going to spend the night here, let's find out if there is a clean water source in the village. A few more people will come with me to collect some dry firewood and hay, and then boil water for everyone to take a hot bath." Hu Jianjun gave the order, as if he was
Leadership style.
The seven young men and women moved separately and quickly found a stone well at the head of the village. There was a pool of clear water in it, which lifted everyone's spirits.
Hu Jianjun also led people to collect a lot of firewood, and then went into several earthen houses to find water tanks, and began to fetch water, start fires, and boil water.
After boiling the water, the two girls found a still intact mud hut and went in to take a bath, while the boys randomly found a few dilapidated mud huts and washed themselves.
Ma Hui and several bodyguards followed suit and took a shower. Only Chen Xuan and Wu Xie did not move. Wu Xie was obsessed with studying ancient tomb patterns. Chen Xuan was spotless and did not sweat.
No need to take a shower.
After a lot of trouble, the sky finally darkened completely and night fell.
The dark clouds in the sky seem to have become lighter, and the moonlight shines down through the clouds like a gray gauze, hazy, and the folk call it Mao Yueliang.
Hu Jianjun called on several young people and started a bonfire in front of the ancestral hall.
Afterwards, everyone took out food from the car for dinner.
A young man went to the back of the ancestral hall to relieve himself. Suddenly he screamed "Ah" and ran back.
Behind him, followed a dark figure.
Everyone was shocked.
Is it really haunted?
Even for a person like Wu Xie who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he couldn't help but feel terrified at this moment.
Hu Jianjun and other young people, not to mention, were instantly frightened and froze on the spot, their legs seemed to be frozen.
Ma Hui quickly hid behind several bodyguards.
Only Chen Xuan remained calm and composed. He had already seen clearly that the strange figure following him was not a ghost, but a living person.
After the figure approached the bonfire, everyone realized that it was a false alarm.
I saw this man with unkempt hair, ragged clothes, bloodshot eyes, and an expressionless face, staring straight at the food on the ground.
"It turns out he's a beggar!" Hu Jianjun shouted, emboldening himself. At the same time, he laughed and cursed at the young man who was urinating: "What did you call just now? Do you know what it means to be scary? Scary to death!"
The young man looked embarrassed when he was told that he didn't see the situation clearly and made a fool of himself in front of everyone.
He Qing looked at the beggar with pity, picked up a piece of bread and carefully handed it to the beggar's hand.
The beggar quickly took it, tore open the packaging bag, and gnawed the bread desperately, as if he was reincarnated by a starving ghost.
After eating a piece of bread, he grabbed a mineral water bottle on the ground, drank it all, and then stood still.
Hu Jianjun asked angrily: "Hey, are you a villager from Niujiazhuang?"
As soon as he said these words, everyone's hearts suddenly sank.
It's strange. It's clear that the entire population of Niujiazhuang has disappeared without a trace, and the police have also come to search for it. Where did this beggar come from?
After this idea came up, everyone felt a chill all over their bodies, and something was wrong everywhere.
Moreover, the beggar has not answered Hu Jianjun's question, which is even more shocking.
"Chen, Master Chen, is this beggar a human or a ghost?" Ma Hui approached Chen Xuan and asked in a low voice with trembling lips.
Chen Xuan smiled calmly and said: "If he was a ghost, what he ate just now was not bread, but a human being."
Ma Hui breathed a sigh of relief when he heard what he said.
In fact, Chen Xuan also found it strange that the entire population of Niujiazhuang was missing, and it was impossible to leave this beggar alone.
Therefore, there must be something unusual about this beggar.
But when he turned on his clairvoyant eyes, he didn't find anything strange, so he could only wait and see.
Although others felt something was wrong, they also thought that the beggar's behavior just now was a normal human behavior, and everyone felt that they were scared.
Hu Jianjun thought the same thing, and his courage returned to him. He walked up to the beggar and shouted loudly: "You have eaten our food and you still don't answer the question I just asked?"
The beggar's eyes were dull and he just stood there blankly, as if he didn't hear what Hu Jianjun said.
Hu Jianjun was a little angry now. He raised his palm and slapped the beggar hard across the face, and cursed: "Are you fucking deaf or mute?"
The beggar's face was red and swollen after being slapped, but he still didn't speak and seemed not to even feel the pain.
Hu Jianjun turned around and said with an angry smile: "Looks like he is a stupid beggar."
"Okay, leave this beggar alone and help me check out the archaeological data of the Tang Dynasty." Wu Xie said, and all seven young people from the research institute walked towards him.
Under Wu Xie's guidance, they began to study the tomb door patterns in more detail.
Chen Xuan scanned the surrounding environment. Against the backdrop of the moonlight and bonfires, the entire village was deserted and silent. Some of the doors of the mud houses were open and some were closed. Some wooden doors swayed and creaked in the breeze.
Outside Zhuangzi, there is a dark mountain forest wilderness. The darkness even swallows up the moonlight, leaving only the purest black.
Suddenly, Chen Xuan saw three faint black shadows flashing behind several earthen houses in the distance.
Due to the long distance, Chen Xuan's clairvoyance eyes could only see vague shadows, and could not see clearly the faces of the three black figures. He could only feel that the three "people" were all dressed in black, and they seemed to be
Also wearing a black backpack.
In just an instant, the three black figures disappeared.
Chen Xuan's heart trembled, it seemed that tonight would not be a peaceful night.
