Xie Hua's family.

His wife is Chen Shuping, with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary name.

In this world, there are still the vast majority of ordinary people. Every young man who holds dreams and feels that he is extraordinary will eventually become like everyone else when he grows up.

Duan Xu does not think it is a derogatory term to be like everyone else.

Different from ordinary people, geniuses, and geeks, these words themselves create a circle for people.

He watched Chen Shuping quietly carry the child into the inner room, then walked out, and said uneasy: "I'm sorry, the family... really has no money... can you relax some time?"

What did she misunderstand?

Duan Xu did not explain, but stared at Chen Shuping and continued to ask: "Where did the things Xie Hua sold us come from? Is there any?"

Chen Shuping's face turned pale and she shook her head quickly and said, "I...I don't know. Xie Hua never tells me these things, but he seems to have mentioned that what he does is Hu Wenshan and his son Hu Yong, and he is only responsible for taking them to the city for price..."

"Son?" Duan Xu looked at her in confusion, "As far as I know, Hu Yong is Hu Wenshan's grandson."

Chen Shuping shook her head, and a hint of irony quickly flashed across her face: "It's just that to the outside world. Hu Wenshan's son Hu Xianxun died on the day of his wedding. A year after Hu Xianxun was buried, Hu Wenshan's daughter-in-law suddenly gave birth to a grandson for him. Who would believe this if she told me?"

There are these stories here?

Duan Xu's three views were somewhat impacted, but he suddenly thought of a question: "Where is Hu Xianxun buried?"

Chen Shuping reached out to the center of the village and pointed: "The back mountain is just behind the locust tree."

Duan Xu pondered for a moment and stood up.

Chen Shuping was happy on her face and quickly ran to the yard and opened the door for Duan Xu.

Duan Xu walked out of Xie Hua's house with his head down. Just when Chen Shuping thought it was finally okay, Duan Xu suddenly turned around and asked a very strange question: "What year is it now?"

Chen Shuping was stunned. Although she didn't know what the young man's question meant, she dared not not answer: "Today is October 28, 2017..."

Duan Xu's whole body stiffened, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and looked up at the sky.

"Nine years ago..."

Chen Shuping looked at the young man in front of her in confusion, but before she could ask, Duan Xu had already left.

Seeing Duan Xu's figure disappearing, he suddenly stopped.

Chen Shuping looked at him nervously, but heard Duan Xu say, "Move early and go to the city to find a job to make a living."

Before he finished speaking, Duan Xu smiled self-deprecatingly and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Although this doesn't make any sense..."

He walked alone towards the center of the village. In Chen Shuping's eyes, the young man's figure seemed to become vague, covered with a bit of illusion...

...

The fog is getting heavier and heavier.

Zhao Wei frowned. He used many methods but could not find the way back to the village.

"What are your suggestions..."

Zhao Wei asked.

"I'm asking what you mean..." Zhao Wei's head turned halfway and realized something was wrong.

People are gone!

Meng Yue and Wang Changjiang, behind him, disappeared strangely!

There was only a vast white mist behind it.

Oops...

Some sweat oozed from Zhao Wei's forehead.

He had known for a long time that this stop would not be so easy.

With three newcomers, there were twenty-five people on the train. Shi Nan and Wang Yuli died at Lantian Apartment Station, and there were twenty-three left.

Among the twenty-three people, fifteen had knots. By coincidence... the passengers who arrived in Huai Village were all passengers with knots.

One of them is even a mysterious passenger Hua Jiyun who has four knots.

This is simply to inform passengers of the difficulty this time.

Just then, Zhao Wei suddenly heard a sound.

"Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-

The slow and clear footsteps sounded in the fog behind me, getting closer and closer...

Zhao Wei's pupils shrank, and a bad premonition surged up.

Something has come...who is it?

Meng Yue, Wang Changjiang, Hu Yong, and Ma Shu?

No...I can't stay here.

Zhao Wei originally had the idea of ​​conserving his physical strength, after all, he didn't know how long the fog would last.

But in the current situation, he had to leave quickly.

The closer and closer, the more you step, it sounded like stepping on his heart. The more you didn't want to think about it, the more you felt confused.

Humans are such creatures, they know but cannot do it.

Zhao Wei ran away.

He plunged into the depths of the fog and did not dare to stay where he was.

He couldn't afford to gamble, he didn't know who was walking through the fog.

If it's a ghost...

The terrifying guess that made Zhao Wei's heart beat faster and faster. When he stopped, he was already out of breath.

Where is this?

Zhao Wei found that he seemed to have run to a low-lying place.

When you come, you go downwards, while the road next to you is going upwards.

He happened to be at the bottom of the valley.

It should be...got it?

Zhao Wei stared at the way he came. The white mist was like the exit of hell, making people shudder.

That thing... didn't seem to follow.

Zhao Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps appeared again.

"Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-

Zhao Wei's nerves that had just relaxed a little suddenly tense, and his eyes were subconsciously wide because of fear.

The "people" are approaching...

There is no way, you must use knots!

Hiding all his own traces, Zhao Wei felt cruel in his heart. He must see what was always following him!

Although I can't bear to live for the number of days, it is obvious that living safely is more important now.

Five days per second... One minute of use is three hundred days of life. Zhao Wei has lived until now and finally saved up 1,500 days. Even if he consumed all of them, he could only support five minutes.

But it is enough, ten seconds, ten seconds are enough!

Zhao Wei took out the bloody towel from his arms and put it on his neck.

In an instant, Zhao Wei disappeared into the fog.

However, his body was not invisible or transparent. He was still sitting here, just because of the strange power of the knot, completely erasing his sense of existence, making it impossible for him to be "observed" for the time being.

Zhao Wei subconsciously held his breath and stared at the way he came.

Although he knew that even when he used the knot, even if he made a sound, he could not be noticed by ghosts, he still did it.

"Tap, tap."

In the fog, the steps stopped.

Zhao Wei widened his eyes and saw a blurry figure through the hazy fog.

That "person" seemed to be in confusion.

"He" is searching, or thinking?

Who is that...

The strings in Zhao Wei's heart became tighter and tighter, and suddenly, the "person" moved again.

The figure of "his" slowly emerged from the fog.

Wang Changjiang?

Zhao Wei breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to lift his knot, he suddenly held his breath again, and the clothes on his back were instantly wet!

Another person walked out from behind Wang Changjiang.

He turned out to be... Zhao Wei?!
Chapter completed!