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Li Sanhan revealed a strange smile and said to the members of the project team, "There are all sorts of things in the deep mountains. I've told you before, there are indeed ghosts in the village, so it's best not to go out at night. Haven't you noticed that every household closes their doors at night?"
"Do ghosts kill people?" Old Shao asked.
After this question, all the villagers burst into laughter.
Li Sanhan glanced around and said with a grim expression, "Of course, ghosts can kill people. But you don’t need to worry. Just remember not to go out no matter what sounds you hear at night. If you keep this in mind, you'll be fine. If you need any research assistance, just come to us; the fees are reasonable."
At that moment, Er Dan spoke up, "Village Chief, I want to marry a wife. I can marry her for a million. I want her to be my wife. Do I have a million with you?"
Li Sanhan kicked Er Dan in the rear and said, "Where do you think she's from? You're such a fool; do you really think you can marry someone like her?"
Then Li Sanhan turned to Xu Yiman and said, "He's a fool; don't take it to heart."
While saying this, Li Sanhan pulled Er Dan aside and whispered something to him.
Jiang He noticed the villagers standing behind them, just like when he first saw them, holding sticks, kitchen knives, ropes, and other items.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries with everyone, Li Sanhan finally led the group of villagers away.
Not knowing what Li Sanhan and Er Dan had discussed, Jiang He saw Er Dan return to his house with a look of grievance on his face.
As the villagers dispersed, Old Shao remarked, "You don't need sticks or kitchen knives to catch ghosts."
Jiang He glanced at his watch; it was already one o'clock in the morning.
A few people returned to their beds, but no one felt like sleeping. They lay there in silence, each lost in their thoughts, and the entire village had an incredibly eerie atmosphere. In this isolated mountain village, life should have been self-sufficient, like a paradise, but now everything felt strange.
Indeed, it was a Desolate Village, absurd in every way.
After the villagers dispersed, the surroundings quickly fell silent again.
They lay on their beds like that, but it wasn't long before the sound of banging on the door echoed once more.
The "bang bang bang" noise rang out again.
It was the same sound as before.
At that moment, Yuan Jun's temper flared. This time he wasn't afraid; he walked straight to the wooden door and unlatched it without hesitation.
But outside, there was still nothing.
"What the hell is going on!" Yuan Jun couldn't help but shout. "If you're some kind of ghost or god, come out! Stop sneaking around!"
Naturally, there was no response.
After standing there for five minutes, Yuan Jun reluctantly closed the door and returned to his bed.
However, just as he settled back down, the noise started up again.
It seemed as if they had fallen into Endless Hell, with sounds echoing in an infinite loop.
Amidst this intermittent noise, several people had drifted off to sleep.
Time passed, though how long was uncertain, when a scream suddenly pierced the tranquility of the mountain village.
"What happened!" Startled awake by the scream, Wang Chao felt a surge of panic. His heart raced wildly, like a frightened deer. In the dim light, Wang Chao caught a glimpse of two figures flashing past the head of his bed. Before he could clearly see who they were, the figures had already dashed out of the room, leaving only the two doors shaking incessantly.
The two who ran out were Yuan Jun and Jiang He.
It turned out that Yuan Jun and Jiang He had not been asleep at all. Upon hearing the sound, they immediately rushed outside, both understanding that this scream was definitely not made by a ghost; it was a sound produced by a human.
At that moment, Yuan Jun had already opened the front door and stood at the entrance, looking left and right.
There was only one scream, and then silence fell again. With just that single scream, Yuan Jun couldn't determine where it had come from. In a village devoid of streetlights, looking to either side revealed nothing but pitch darkness.
Jiang He patted Yuan Jun on the shoulder and said, "This way."
Though they had only heard one sound, Jiang He had already pinpointed its direction.
The sound came from the distant Cornfield, to the east.
At that moment, Jiang He stood there.
The sound emanated from deep within the dense Cornfield. Standing beside it on the path and peering inside revealed nothing but dark branches.
This was the second time Yuan Jun and Jiang He found themselves beside the Cornfield.
The last time, it was because Qiuju Niu had seen a face in the cornfield, and now, at this moment, everyone heard a sound coming from within the Cornfield.
"Let's go take a look," Jiang He said.
Yuan Jun nodded and followed Jiang He into the Cornfield.
The two beams of light moved forward, cutting through the tall stalks of corn. They moved slowly, searching for the source of the anguished cries. The surroundings were eerily quiet, occasionally interrupted by the distant chirping of insects and the howling of wolves far away. The Cornfield rustled softly, obscuring their view of each other.
The flashlight struggled against the dense foliage, barely illuminating anything beyond a meter ahead. Jiang He could even hear his own heartbeat, feeling like a helmsman lost at sea—overwhelmed, suffocated, utterly alone.
Jiang He's keen observational skills surpassed those of an average person; he could confirm that the sound originated from this Cornfield. It was a heart-wrenching scream, as if someone were enduring immense torment. From the sound, it seemed to be a woman's cry.
But after that one scream, silence fell again. It was as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, creating only the slightest ripple.
Jiang He’s mind raced with thoughts: a village where no woman or dog could be seen, an unknown entity banging on doors at night, ghostly rumors, and the endless expanse of cornfields—all accompanied by the inexplicable scream of a woman.
All these elements made the mountain village suddenly feel mysterious and terrifying.
What hidden secrets lay within this village?
For some reason, Jiang He couldn't shake off the feeling that in this cornfield where they couldn't see each other, there were others present besides himself and Yuan Jun. And these unseen individuals were watching him closely, observing his every move...
"Ah!" Another scream echoed through the air.
But this time, the voice was different from the last; it was not the scream of a woman, but the voice of a man. Jiang He recognized it—it was Yuan Jun's voice.
The sound came from nearby. Jiang He quickened his pace, pushing aside the corn stalks with his hands as he moved toward the direction of Yuan Jun's cries.
Closer, even closer.
As Jiang He pushed through two clusters of corn and stepped forward, he stopped in his tracks at the sight before him.
When Jiang He emerged, he found that the tightly packed cornfield had suddenly opened up. This reminded him of the tales surrounding the Field Circle. However, as he observed more closely, he realized that this vast expanse of land devoid of corn was not the work of aliens but had been intentionally cleared by someone.
The beam of his flashlight cut through the corn stalks and illuminated a great distance ahead; wherever the light reached, it revealed nothing but open ground.
It was clear that this open space was extensive, though Jiang He could not determine its exact size.
In this vast area stood several stone tablets. The tablets bore no inscriptions, but each one had yellow paper affixed to its surface. Jiang He directed his flashlight toward one of the yellow papers and discovered red characters written upon it.
This was no ordinary yellow paper; according to Yin Yang Master, such things were called talismans.
Jiang He recalled the door gods that every household posted and the bronze mirrors on every family's walls—objects used to ward off evil spirits. He felt eighty percent certain that the ghosts feared by the villagers were sealed within this open space by these talismans.
He counted at least a dozen stone tablets.
Looking down, he noticed that beneath each tablet were slightly raised mounds of earth. Jiang He understood—this was a burial ground. Yet, it seemed rather chaotic; some tablets were spaced about a meter apart while others were separated by six or seven meters, facing various directions with no apparent planning.
It resembled a mass grave, but mass graves typically did not have markers erected for the bodies buried within them.
What on earth is going on?
At this moment, Jiang He still couldn't understand.
He shone his flashlight to the side and saw a figure sitting in the clearing in the distance. It was none other than Yuan Jun, the one who had let out the terrified scream earlier. Yuan Jun was slumped on the ground, and his flashlight seemed to have fallen somewhere, as it appeared to be extinguished. Jiang He hurried over to Yuan Jun's side.
"What happened?" Jiang He asked.
Upon seeing Jiang He, Yuan Jun calmed down a bit. He slowly raised his hand and pointed straight ahead, swallowing hard before hoarsely saying, "I just saw a face on the tombstone, a pale, ghostly face. It was staring at me with wide eyes..."
Just like what Qiuju Niu had seen before!
Jiang He stood up and aimed his flashlight at the spot where Yuan Jun described the pale face.
As the beam of light swept over, Jiang He indeed saw it—a pale face with wide-open eyes staring back at him.
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