You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Under the dim flashlight.

Zheng Heng and Wang Haitao's eyes met.

Wang Haitao looked at the little girl carefully again.

She has pigtails and her face looks very fair.

Although she was wearing the same linen clothes as the zombies outside, it was obviously much cleaner and tidier. If you didn't look closely, the linen color would make the little girl's skin look very delicate.

It is clear.

This is not an ordinary zombie like the ones outside.

Looking more closely, the little girl's eyelashes were trembling slightly.

His chest was rising and falling slowly.

Is this a... living person?

Yagu Village is located on the top of a mountain. The only entrance to the village is through a very narrow mountain stream. On one side of the only road is a bottomless cliff, and on the other side is a steep mountain wall. The entire journey of more than a thousand meters can only be done by sticking to the mountain wall, walking on a narrow path that is only 20 to 30 centimeters wide.

So when they entered the mountains, even though there was an old guide named Ning leading the way and everyone in the team was in good physical condition, Wang Haitao still scolded the crappy hikers who came into the mountains.

These people simply want to die. Instead of lying on a comfortable bed, they insist on walking on this mountain road where you can meet the King of Hell if you are not careful.

The most infuriating thing is that these people are really rich and have a lot of free time. Even if they don’t work hard, they are definitely winners in life.

So, in a place like Yagu Village, the appearance of a few hikers seeking death was what they deserved, but the appearance of such a small living girl was extremely strange.

Wang Haitao became alert instinctively.

Seeing this, Zheng Heng whispered, "Master brought this, so... there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

Wang Haitao slowly shook his head and said in a low voice: "Better safe than sorry."

He asked Zheng Heng to put the little girl in the corner, and everyone stayed two meters away from her. Only then did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, one of the hikers who had been most severely affected by the evil spirit woke up.

After looking around blankly, he found people in uniform around him and stood up in surprise.

Just as he was about to speak, when he saw the little girl in the corner, his face changed drastically and he shrank back in horror.

"Devil, it's a little devil!"

Su Chen returned to the small square.

The sun is now at its zenith and it is almost noon.

The villagers who were watching had been standing there for a long time and were probably getting impatient, so they started shouting.

"Village chief, where is the village chief?"

"Yeah, are we still going to kill the pigs? We haven't eaten pork for a long time."

"It's not just pork. I've barely tasted any meat. I'm dying of cravings."

"I'll ask the village chief to save some pig heart for me later."

"What's so delicious about pig heart? It's better to have pig tongue and pig ears."

……

Someone trotted away.

After a while, a sturdy middle-aged man about 1.7 meters tall came out with an old man holding two pig-killing knives in each hand.

"Master Zhou, thank you for your help."

"Oh, it's not a big deal, it's just that I haven't used my pig-killing skills for a long time. I wonder if they're still as good as they could be."

"Don't worry, after we kill the New Year pig, all the offal will be yours, Master Zhou."

"Hey, that's fine, that's fine."

……

"Clang~"

Another burst of gong sounds rang out.

Following the robust middle-aged man's energetic shout of "Kill the pigs", the villagers immediately dispersed, some fetched water, some chopped firewood, and soon a large iron pot nearby began to boil water.

Here, the old man crossed his two pig-killing knives, making a clanging sound, and then he quickly aimed at the "pig's" neck and slashed it hard.

Su Chen hurriedly took control.

Under the illusion.

A big cut was made on the pig's neck, and bright red blood gushed out, quickly flowing down the pig's neck into the wooden basin below.

Seeing the speed of the flow, the old man nodded with satisfaction and touched his chin: "Village Chief, this pig blood looks good. There should be half a basin of it."

The burly middle-aged man rubbed his hands with joy: "Really? That's great! Our village can finally have a good New Year this year."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sniff, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

But soon, his attention was drawn to the old man's question: "Village chief, what's going on outside?"

The burly middle-aged man's face froze.

"What else can happen outside? Same old thing."

"It's been seven or eight years, and we're still fighting?"

Someone else came over with firewood.

"Then do they still eat two-legged sheep?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Chen clearly felt that the evil spirit in the entire village was fluctuating.

And the source...

It was the burly middle-aged village chief.

In an instant, the man who was holding the firewood and talking suddenly disappeared.

The old man and the other villagers didn't seem to notice anything unusual and continued to boil water busily.

In a moment, the "pig" with its blood drained was thrown into a bath tub filled with boiling water.

A woman used melon pulp to scrub the "pig" up and down, and then everyone worked together to lift the "pig" onto the chopping board that had been prepared long ago.

The old man's knife clicked twice and quickly gutted the "pig".

When the "pork" was divided, the onlookers applauded.

Nearly two hours.

The "killing of the New Year pig" is over.

The originally bustling small square soon became empty.

The old butcher was humming a tuneless tune as he carried the pig "into the water".

Su Chen did not leave with him.

He quietly watched the burly middle-aged man who came back, still holding the small piece of pork he was given, only the size of a palm.

Like all the other villagers, he didn't get any more because he was the village chief. He only got a piece the size of a palm.

But at this moment, he looked at the piece of pork in his hand with murderous intent in his eyes.

"This isn't pork, this isn't pork!"

"Who is it? Who stole the pigs from our village?"

His muttering quickly turned into a roar.

With him as the center, evil energy surged wildly.

It seemed to be swallowing up the entire group of stone houses.

Su Chen watched quietly, still motionless.

After a long time, the evil spirit slowly subsided.

The burly middle-aged man murmured, "My Huan'er, my Huan'er is still waiting for me at home. She must be hungry."

Su Chen quietly followed him into a stone house.

Seeing that it was empty inside, the burly middle-aged man seemed to remember something.

"I hid my ring."

"Pork, Huan'er can't eat pork."

"If you eat pork and become fat, you'll turn into a pig. Huan'er can't eat it~"

He murmured something and took out a handful of corn from a jar.

"Huan'er, grandpa has brought you some food."

Su Chen sighed slightly.

When he followed the burly middle-aged man to the waterfall and watched the middle-aged man carefully open the coffin, hold the corn and place it next to the little girl, and touch the little girl's face lovingly, Su Chen's expression had become as calm as water.

Just when he thought the illusion had successfully deceived the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head.

"Outsider?!"

Su Chen was surprised.

When he thought that the illusion he learned from the little bamboo cat had a flaw and was discovered, he saw a hunched figure slowly approaching.

The man was carrying a basket filled with bread.

Seeing that it was him, the murderous look in the middle-aged man's eyes faded a little.

"Is it a descendant of the Ning family?"

"What are you here for?"

The old man stepped forward, put down his backpack, and kowtowed three times respectfully before saying, "Village Chief, I want to give Miss Huan'er some food as a gift. I beg you to grant me this!"