On our wedding night, my husband changed!

"But they didn't. Until such a big thing happened, they were a little bit like people who didn't want to care about what was going on outside your window. You could also say they closed the door and pretended they didn't know."

"It's just that one family is not like this. The ones at the end of the village basically don't show up..."

Fengying followed Jiang Xinrui and said.

When the embarrassing issues between the two of them are no longer brought up, Fengying can still distinguish between public and private affairs, that is, say what needs to be said.

The shadows are clearly distinguished.

Now that Jiang Xinrui said so, Fengying would not say anything even if his face was getting hot. He even thought about settling the matter quickly, otherwise Fengying would always feel that he, as an elder, had completely lost his elder look.

And the road that Jiang Xinrui took was the direction Fengying mentioned at the beginning. Since most of Fengying had already gone there, Jiang Xinrui would definitely not go there again. Besides, there was obviously something wrong here, or there was obviously something wrong with all of this village.

Jiang Xinrui even wondered if she had accidentally bumped into someone else's "territory". In other words, from the beginning, this was a place where a certain evil spirit sought to gain energy and practice for himself. She didn't expect so many people to come here. , it is even possible that these people came because of some operation inside. As for how many children she would take away, it can only be said to be a coincidence.

After all, Fengying was injured at the time, and Jiang Xinrui didn't have any ability to predict things.

If it weren't for Mo Cui's warning of fever, and Jiang Xinrui's sudden body heat, vomiting blood would have relieved it...

It was the backlash of dripping her own blood on Mo Cui. She could feel one-tenth of what happened to the other party. Regarding this, Jiang Xinrui did not tell anyone. She didn't think there was anything to say about such a thing. She did it on the spur of the moment and never thought it would be successful.

Everything written in the book about ghost stories is not certain, because no one has succeeded, and Jiang Xinrui just tried it.

I didn't expect it to happen. Maybe it's fate? So after Jiang Xinrui calmly adjusted to what Feng Ying said, Jiang Xinrui felt that it wasn't really hopeless, right?

Even though she didn't have any hope, she couldn't be so concerned...

"Are you looking for someone? A reporter or a family member of the children? Or an anchor?"

"Are you done yet? We have said this countless times, why are you still here? None of us really know what is going on. We are just old, weak, sick and disabled, what else can we do?"

An old man who looked to be in his sixties was wearing an old washed white shirt, with a hunched back, and a thin face with two eyeballs protruding.

If you saw it in the dark night, you would definitely be shocked, because the old man's voice was also very strange, a bit like the voice made after being pinched, hoarse but weird, as if he was suppressing something.

Jiang Xinrui looked at the sudden appearance of the old man, her eyes moved slightly, and she did not look at Feng Ying who was hiding at the side. She was just full of doubts about the sudden appearance of the old man in front of her.

How did the old man, who was staggering when he walked, appear in front of her without making any sound of footsteps?

Even if he had been standing in the alley at the corner without walking, what about the sound of breathing? There can't be any, right? Jiang Xinrui didn't hear any breathing sound, unless it was a dead person, but Jiang Xinrui didn't feel any breath of the dead on his body.

If she didn't feel it, neither would Fengying.