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Chapter 31 Dear, Dear, I Get Used To It

The silver-haired old lady led everyone back to the tile-roofed house where she lived. The wooden door exuded a slight smell of poison, mixed with the smell of mud, which made people unable to get used to it.

Wang Chunhua subconsciously covered her mouth and nose, looking at the dark living room with a huge mouth that wanted to swallow everything, she raised her foot hesitantly, and stopped at the door for a long time. I always feel that such a place is easy to hide dirt.

A yellowish light flickered on in the room, driving away the disgusting darkness, Zhang Yang rubbed the back of his head and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, the electricity here was cut off a few months ago!"

The gully on the old lady's face looked unexpectedly kind, she reached out and wiped the bench whose original color could no longer be seen and said with a smile to Wang Chunhua and He Qianlin, "Sit, sit, have you eaten yet?"

"I'm going to cook, Mom, you can say hello here." Zhang Yang patted the old man's shoulder, turned into the darkness and disappeared in a familiar way.

Wang Chunhua raised her eyebrows, looked carefully at the old man in front of her, suddenly smiled and said softly: "Old man, how many people are there in this village?"

The old lady was stunned, her cloudy eyes gradually turned red, and said in a hoarse voice: "Now there are only a few old people who can't walk and don't know where to go. The young people who can walk are all gone. !"

"Do you like it here?" Wang Chunhua asked casually.

The old lady was stunned again, maybe she didn't expect such a question to be asked, she just lowered her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said sadly: "I want to die here, my grandparents have been here for generations, I can't go if I am not here Where is it?"

Wang Chunhua's eyes flashed, she smiled and said, "Zhang Yang explained that something will happen in the evening, why not hide if you can hide? Ants can steal their lives, let alone people?"

The old lady was stunned, hesitated for a while before saying: "Aren't you here to save the people in our village?"

Wang Chunhua smiled and said, "Then how many living people are left in your village?"

"With me, there are only seven or eight old guys." The old man seemed to have thought of something, and fell into deep thought and stopped talking.

There was a sudden wind blowing outside the door, and there was a whining sound. I don't know what was swept to the ground. The muffled sounds of "dong dong" made He Qianlin's nerves tense up, and she quickly took out the copper coins she carried with her. Gu Jian, although Wang Chunhua was by his side, He Qianlin didn't want to become a burden.

Wang Chunhua's eyes lit up, she squeezed He Qianlin's wrist, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, didn't Zhang Yang say that? Tomorrow is the night of the killing, and nothing will happen today!"

Seeing that He Qianlin hesitated, but still obeyed her own words and put away the ancient copper coin in her hand, she looked up at the old lady and said with a smile: "If I make a move, how much can you pay?"

He Qianlin looked at Wang Chunhua in surprise. She didn't think Wang Chunhua came here for a reward, but she was a little surprised to mention it so suddenly, but the surprise was the surprise. Maybe the curator had other plans?

"This... you have also seen that the strong men and laborers in our village have all left. We old fellows gathered together, and I am afraid it is only a few hundred yuan. If you are not willing to save, we will not force you, but you have to leave. I’m afraid I’ll have to wait another day.”

"What if I have to go?" Wang Chunhua stared at the old lady with a half-smile.

The old lady sighed, looked at Wang Chunhua with some guilt, and said, "It's Zhang Yang who is ignorant. We didn't tell her about this, so she doesn't know. But when this day comes, no one can go out for the first three days. You can only enter but not exit the village, and the day after tomorrow, at dawn, you can leave!"

"I don't want money, but I want the dead tree!"

"No." The old lady's mood suddenly became agitated, and she waved her hand at Wang Chunhua with a non-negotiable expression.

"Why not? Didn't it harm your village?" Wang Chunhua still had a smile on her face, but her eyes were cold.

The old lady looked at Wang Chunhua vigilantly and said slowly: "The things left by the ancestors should be with our village even if they die. If the dead tree is gone, is our village still a village? The tree of life and death is what we have been doing for hundreds of years. We worship it as a god. In our hearts, it is everything that can dominate us. Our prosperity is given by it. Now it wants to take us away in accordance with the reincarnation of heaven. You young people don’t understand anything , how can you move these things whenever you want!"

"But your ancestors also went against the sky. This is the foundation of the yin house. If you insist on building a yang house on it, I think you have to pay a certain price? What is the price? Can you tell me about it?" Wang Chunhua stared aggressively at the old lady.

"You..." The old lady stared at Wang Chunhua for a long time before she sneered, "So you are really capable, you discovered the secret of the dead tree."

This sentence is not a question, but a statement. Wang Chunhua rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm not sure, but you just told me!"

The old lady suddenly became grim, and reached out to pat the table. The whole room was suddenly brightly lit, and the energy-saving light pole on the roof in the center of the house was so dazzling that people couldn't keep their eyes open. He Qianlin subconsciously blocked the scorching light with her hand, and waited for her eyes to adapt. After turning on the light, I realized that the room was actually full of people.

Most of the crowd are young and middle-aged people with strong stature. The middle-aged people who take the lead are estimated to be around 40 years old. They are half-naked, showing a strong and strong body with a few abdominal muscles that even a bodybuilder would envy.

He Qianlin was a little dazed, didn't it mean that there were only seven or eight old people left in this village?Why is the room full of strong men, and all of them have solemn faces, there are only eleven or twelve in number, the old lady is lying, why?He Qianlin looked over expressionlessly.

"Village chief, you don't need to talk to them anymore, just tie them up." The middle-aged man in charge respected the old lady very much.

The old lady nodded, and several young people rushed forward. Seeing He Qianlin struggling, Wang Chunhua hurriedly said, "Qianlin, let them do it!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two of them were tightly bound!

Zhang Yang came in from the back of the house with his noodles in his hands. Seeing such a situation, the bowl in his hand hit the ground in shock. The soup in the bowl was instantly absorbed by the soil, and a ball of pale noodles curled up on the pitch-black ground, making people involuntarily Some feel disgusted.

"Mom, what are you doing? They are here to help us, don't be impulsive..." Zhang Yang was a little dazed when he saw that the room was full of strong men. Didn't everyone in the village move away?Why did these faces who were supposed to leave suddenly appear in this room, and why Wang Chunhua and He Qianlin who were invited to help the village were actually tied up by Wuhuada.

"Zhang Yang, I will tell you about these things in the future, someone will take Zhang Yang down." Seeing that Zhang Yang rushed up and was about to untie Wang Chunhua's rope, the old lady couldn't help being a little furious.

Zhang Yang's hands were locked behind him and he couldn't move, so he could only call out: "Mum, don't, Mu, don't hurt them, Mu, I beg you, isn't she..." There is another sentence. As soon as he said it, he was directly knocked out, fell down limply, and was directly wrung up by a strong man, and he was taken to nowhere.

"You should let Zhang Yang finish the sentence." Wang Chunhua looked at the old lady mockingly, obviously Zhang Yang's next sentence would show that she was special, but things were always so bloody, Zhang Yang fainted, no one knew Wang Chunhua's identity,

The old lady grinned happily, showing her mouth with only a few teeth left: "Zhang Yang is ignorant, don't worry, everything will be over tomorrow!"

Wang Chunhua and He Qianlin were led to a small room without windows. There were occasional pacing sounds outside the door, as if someone was patrolling around.

The room was pitch black, but the gleam of moonlight streaming through the crack of the door dispelled some fear. He Qianlin pursed her lips and asked cautiously, "Huahua, why did they tie us up?"

"Idiot, of course we are used to sacrifice. This place is too dark, and the tree of life and death can't suppress it at all. If you want to bless the offspring, you can only take risks."

"Is the priest going to kill us?" He Qianlin asked, tilting her head. She couldn't see Wang Chunhua's face clearly in the dark, but she felt extremely at ease leaning on the curator's body.

"Do you still remember what Zhang Yang said about the dead?" Wang Chunhua was persuasive.

He Qianlin was stunned for a moment and then said: "Hanging, but the blood drained out. Should we also be hanged on a tree and drained out the blood?"

"Yeah, dead trees gather yin, and living trees gather yang. If you want to balance, you can only sacrifice blood. Otherwise, why do you think dead trees are still growing after they die and are immortal?"

"So is this a conspiracy? The people in their village didn't die at all, and those who died were people who were tricked like us?" He Qianlin was a little angry, feeling that she wanted to help out of good intentions, but was deceived and would lose her life. What an irony!

"Zhang Yang doesn't know." Wang Chunhua tilted his head and asked, "Are you afraid?"

"Kiss me, I won't be afraid anymore." He Qianlin pouted towards Wang Chunhua's reassurance in the dark.

Wang Chunhua chuckled and stamped on He Qianlin's lips: "You don't know anything else, but frivolous people spare no effort!"

"Then why do you want to kiss?" He Qianlin smiled happily.

"In case you talk about it" Wang Chunhua hooked the corners of her mouth, how to get over love if you don't fall in love, how to get through love if you don't invest in it, but you don't need to talk to He Qianlin about this.

"Then I want more, or I'll just talk about it." He Qianlin hooked Wang Chunhua's neck, only feeling that the faint floral fragrance wafting from the curator's body was a bit intoxicating, and she really wanted to grow old in this embrace.