There were not even a few weeds growing in the backyard. It could be seen from the flat cuts that the weeds had been neatly cleared by someone. Moreover, this person was very meticulous and did not leave a single weed fragment on the ground.

Leaves or seeds.

They dragged all three of us into the central room. Those who had been dragging us for a long time were able to stop and take a breath.

The two Yang brothers and I were put down on the ground, and the three of us looked at the high beams. There were still many dried corn ears and chili peppers hanging on the beams.

"It seems you are all awake." An old voice rang from my right. The three of us turned our heads as hard as we could, and then we could see clearly that it was a man with shoulder-length white hair and a bald patch of Mediterranean hair.

The old man is talking.

The old man was wearing a white coat, coarse linen trousers, and a pair of double-mouthed shoes. They were all styles of clothing from a long, long time ago.

The three people sitting at a round table with him were two boys and one girl. They were all 17 or 18 years old. The boys looked very honest, while the girls looked very lively, which was in line with my self-imagined image.

Although there is a huge difference, it can still be regarded as a rare freshness among city girls.

The girl wears two braids and her hair is neatly combed. She wears a women's jacket with a red background and a printed pattern. The same goes for the two boys, who both wear jackets with plum blossom buttons on their upper bodies.

Several people were dressed in retro style, as if they had not yet come into contact with modern culture. The bottoms of their square-mouthed cloth shoes were more or less stained with some red mud.

I took a serious look at the old man, and it was at this glance that I discovered something strange. The old man was with the children who were dragging us.

But the soles of the old man's shoes didn't have any dirt on them, and they were so clean that I could even see the lines on the soles.

"This old man." Immediately, I muttered in a low voice and frowned slightly.

"This old man is a ghost. He will act according to the opportunity. Take your time first." Yang Jisong then said softly.

So, the three of us lay side by side on the ground, all keeping the same posture. The eldest brother with glasses looked at the old man and the three children.

The three of us looked at them very uncomfortable, and the girl even said directly: "Grandpa, they won't be beaten to death by us, right? I don't have anything heavy to do."

As I was talking, the girl started whimpering in fear. I couldn't bear the girl's crying, so I had to say that I was not dead yet.

The girl just stopped.

The old man stood up from his seat, and after signaling to the girl, the girl quickly ran out of the house. The old man slowly floated towards us and squatted down: "What are you kids doing here?"

The old man spoke very quickly, and his facial expressions were a bit exaggerated, as if he was talking about something very serious.

""The three of us collectively chose to remain silent. Even if we want to argue with this old man now, I can't think of any reason worth believing.

Unexpectedly, the old man fell silent. He squatted in front of me and glanced at the three of us. The two boys who were still sitting on the chairs also came over and squatted next to us.

Finally, under the gaze of the three people, Yang Jisong couldn't bear it anymore and said directly: "We are here to find our relatives, and we are not bad people. We are all good kids~"

At the end of the story, I couldn't look directly at Yang Jisong whose voice suddenly changed.

Regarding Yang Jisong's obedient behavior, I just felt nauseated and almost vomited. Yang Jisong noticed my reaction and grinned, ready to bite me.

"Relatives? We are not three-year-olds anymore. Do you think we are so easy to deceive? Our family lives nearby, and there is no one around for hundreds of miles. Why are your relatives here!"

One of the boys, whose hair looked like a dog's gnaw, glanced at us disdainfully and said in a somewhat contemptuous tone.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a strange woman's voice sounded from the other side of the door. I tried my best to look at the door, and then I realized that a man and a woman had walked in from outside the house together.

At this time, I had already walked several steps into the house. If the woman hadn't spoken, I wouldn't have noticed anyone coming in.

Tsk, right now, I just feel throbbing pain in the back of my head. Damn it, I don’t want my brain to be short-circuited by this stick.

This is a middle-aged couple. The man looks like a farmer, and the woman looks like a farm girl. They tie their pigtails casually with cloth strips, and have two conspicuous "plateau red" patches on their cheeks.

The man was rubbing his shoulders, while the woman was carrying a bamboo basket. Some green vegetable leaves were exposed on the edge of the basket, which looked like they had just been picked from the vegetable field.

"Oh, my son is back. Come here quickly and see who I caught, Dad." When the old man saw that his son was back, he greeted him loudly.

The man and woman also saw us lying on the ground, and quickly put down the things in their hands and walked over quickly. The woman immediately covered her mouth when she saw us.

The man also had a similar expression: "Dad, their heads are bleeding, why don't you wrap them up quickly?"

"Dad, they deserve it. Who let them hang around on grandpa's grave?" The arrogant boy said directly.

"What?! They went to dad's grave?" the man said, casting an inquiring look at the old man. The old man looked back at him and nodded affirmatively.

Seeing this, the man suddenly lost his compassion for the three of us. Instead, he became a little cold: "Then they deserve to be like this. Dad, why don't you just throw them outside to fend for themselves."

"Don't do this." The woman said to stop her. It was obvious that the woman was still very kind-hearted. When she heard the man's words, her expression changed.

"But they went to dad's grave!" The man became a little anxious and couldn't help but speak louder to the woman. The woman looked at the man in horror. The man realized his gaffe and quickly stretched out his arms to hug his wife: "

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so loud, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

I frowned, what was going on with this family? Why did the relationship between this middle-aged couple look so strange?

And they obviously knew that this old man was a ghost, but they were not afraid at all.

The old man stood up, looked at us coldly, and moved his lips: "I don't know if they have a gang, so we can't let them out for the time being."
Chapter completed!