A nightmare night passed and it was already dawn.

But what happened in the village is irreversible. Most of the people who died in the nightmare last night had already committed suicide strangely. Many crying and heart-wrenching shouts have gradually subsided. Those who lost their loved ones have gradually accepted this cruel reality.

For Yang Jian, such meditation is a kind of enjoyment. Even if he sits hand in hand with a ghost in the trunk, it will not affect his mood.

He has checked the body several times.

In rotting.

However, the degree of decay is not particularly fast. If this continues, it will take at least one or two days to rot more than half of the body.

In other words, Yang Jian wanted to suppress the corpse for a day or two.

During this period, he must not use the abilities of other evil spirits as much as possible to prevent his own balance from failing.

So far, without the help of supernatural objects, he can use the ability of the evil ghost for one or two days, and there will be no risk of recovery. So far, he is the only one who knows about him, and Wei Jing may be able to do it, but that guy seems to be half dead, and his consciousness has been eroded by the evil ghost. I don’t know if Wang Xiaoming can save him.

"Hehe, cousin, why are you here? I just went to your house to find you, and Aunt Jiang said you would leave in the evening."

Suddenly, a laugh sounded, but a sweet and lovely girl came over from the village. She seemed very enthusiastic when she saw Yang Jian.

"Cousin." Yang Jian's face moved slightly, and his eyes showed a bit of vigilance.

The man in the nightmare said that Xiaoyuan was an accident, not his arrangement.

As for what kind of accident happened, Yang Jian didn't know. The man might know, but he didn't say it.

"Is there anything you need to ask me for?" Yang Jian said.

"It's nothing, I just want to play with my cousin." Xiaoyuan said, her eyes circling on Yang Jian, and then looked into the open trunk.

It was a corpse covered by clothes, and a vague and rotten smell floated over.

Yang Jian said: "I can't play with you today. You can go find Jiang Yan, so I can ask her to take you to the city to go shopping."

"Auntie Jiang, I'm not free now. When I left, many people in the village went to find her."

Xiaoyuan laughed and came to Yang Jian while talking, sitting directly on the open trunk, her legs hanging in the air and swaying gently.

"What do the people in the village ask her for?" Yang Jian asked with a frown.

"I don't know either, I didn't ask...Huh, what is this? Who is alone? Who is sleeping here?"

Suddenly, Xiaoyuan reached out and took off a piece of clothing covered next to her. A pale and cold corpse was sitting in the carriage with her eyes closed.

Yang Jian grabbed her wrist and his eyes became colder: "Are you curious about this corpse?"

This is stopping her from touching the ghost.

You should know that this ghost is now in a state of suppression, and this state is not stable. As long as he lets go and stops suppressing, the ghost will wake up from the nightmare.

No one can predict any accidents that will happen at that time, and maybe another supernatural incident may occur.

Many people died in this village last night. If you come again, Yang Jian’s hometown will probably become an uninhabited village. He doesn’t want to see such a result.

"No, I just think this person looks familiar, as if he had seen him there before." Xiaoyuan tilted her head with a thoughtful look on her face.

Then she shook her head again: "I can't remember it, it's so annoying."

"Is there something wrong with memory?" Yang Jian thought to himself when he saw Xiaoyuan's somewhat painful look.

Yesterday, her friend Lin Xiaoxi died, and she only blamed herself for a day of pain. Did she experience the bad things in the village last night? She seems to know now... No matter how big the mind is, no matter how forgetful a person is, he cannot adjust so quickly. The only possibility is that Xiaoyuan's memory has always been problematic.

She will forget something, or she can't remember something that impressed her.

So when relatives and friends die, she cannot remember this matter, so naturally she will not be sad.

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it. Don't buy a knife again in the future, and don't need to sleep in a raincoat. The nightmare is over. If nothing unexpected happens, it shouldn't happen again." Yang Jian comforted her.

"Is that true?" Xiaoyuan was thinking about something again.

But she couldn't remember many things, and seemed to have missed something more important, but it seemed that she didn't.

Yang Jian said again: "Don't touch this corpse. Stay away from this thing, it's very dangerous."

"Oh well."

Xiaoyuan, who was sitting in the trunk, jumped down again and said with a smile: "If my cousin is fine, please accompany me to fish. It seems that I have never caught fish before."

"fishing?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Xiaoyuan to suddenly make such a strange request.

By the way, aren’t you afraid of the cold when fishing in this winter?

"I don't have time now and can't leave. If you want to fish, I can accompany you to fish in a few days after I finish my work." Yang Jian said.

"No need, now I don't want to fish anymore, hehe, thank you cousin." Xiaoyu changed her mind at this time.

In addition to this change, Yang Jian was really confused.

But at this time, his cell phone rang.

I looked down and saw that it was Jiang Yan's phone number.

Generally speaking, Jiang Yan would not call herself. After all, Yang Jian had said before that he might be dealing with supernatural events at any time, and he would only need to contact him by phone unless it was a particularly important matter.

It is precisely because of this that, whether it is the company or some of Yang Jian's assets, they are handed over to Jiang Yan to take care of, so as to save themselves from coming to the ground to avoid trouble.

"What's the matter?" Yang indirectly called.

Jiang Yan said with some anxiety and grievance: "Yang Jian, where are you? I was surrounded by people in the village. I don't know what to do now. I think only you can handle this matter. Come back quickly..."

After listening to Jiang Yan's story, Yang Jian roughly understood what was going on.

Actually, it's not a big deal.

It's a matter of compensation.

Lin Xiaoxi died yesterday. Yang Jian generously compensated Lin Xiaoxi's family for 5 million to settle the matter. As a result, the people in the village also died in a nightmare last night. I don't know who took the lead, so I went to Yang Jian's house early in the morning and wanted to compensate.

Yang Jian went out last night and found no one, so he surrounded Jiang Yan and his mother Zhang Fen, wanting to ask for compensation.

Five million is enough to make people jealous.

In addition, most of the family members died and were emotionally excited, so Jiang Yan became a catharsis.

"I understand. I'm sitting in the car. You can ask them to come and find me." Yang Jian said calmly as usual.

"Okay, OK." Jiang Yan replied with some relief.

After Yang Jian put down the phone, he immediately contacted Zhang Hua: "Hey, Zhang Hua, it's me, Yang Jian."

"I'm here, does Team Yang have any tasks?" A voice from Zhang Hua quickly came out.

Yang Jian said: "Jiang Yan must have contacted you before. The matter in Meishan Village has been almost completed. When will your people come here? Some of the aftermath work needs you to take a seat."

"I have asked Xiao Hu to deal with it. Now their car is on the road. It will arrive in about ten minutes. Team Yang, do you need me to rush over?" Zhang Hua said.

"No need, let your people bring more people over. There are more people who die, and some conflicts arise." Yang Jian said.

Zhang Hua replied: "Okay, no problem, Team Yang, do you have any more instructions?"

"No, I will contact you if you have something to do." Yang Jian stopped talking and hung up the phone.

But at this time he found that Xiaoyuan, who was still here just now, had left at some point, and there was no trace of her around him.

Leaving?

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

His cousin has other secrets on his body, and the bruises or corpse spots are the best evidence.

But he has no energy to investigate now that he has to deal with this ghost.

soon.

Many people from the villages appeared nearby.

Jiang Yan was encouraged to take her head and walked over here. When she walked to Yang Jian, she looked very embarrassed and lowered her head, as if she had done something wrong.

"Go and sit in the car." Yang Jian signaled.

"Oh." Jiang Yan did not hesitate much, and obediently opened the car door as instructed and sat in the passenger seat.

Obviously.

What happened next had nothing to do with her, and Yang Jian wanted to deal with these issues himself.

However, as soon as Jiang Yan sat down, the quarrel outside appeared.

"I said Yang Jian, yesterday a foreigner paid 5 million to others when he died. Now that the people in the village are dead, why are you embarrassed to not pay a penny? Your girlfriend could say it before, you are responsible for something happening here, don't refuse to admit it now."

An unknown aunt said without hesitation.

"That's right, your girlfriend also said you are the head of Dachang City. Now that someone is dead, do you think you are responsible for this matter?"

"We don't want you to be responsible, but if this big thing happens, you have to make compensation no matter what."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and he looked at the people who were talking.

"Is there only compensation? Nothing else?"

The others were stunned for a moment, as if they did not expect Yang Jian's attitude to be so calm, and they had no intention of refuting or refusing.
To be continued...