In the square of Longshanji, many villagers gathered here, talking loudly, waiting for outside rescue.

Several old men with more prestige in the village were in a hurry and walked through the crowd to find the old Taoist priest who was chatting with the villagers, and his apprentice Xie Yunqing.

"Master Huang, I want to discuss something with you."

A short and fat old man called the old Taoist priest.

The other old men greeted the villagers around to disperse first: "Everyone should go and do it first. I have called, and the above said that someone has been sent to rescue me.

It's useless to wait here.

Why not take this time to go home to pack your things and then evacuate directly with your bag. If anything happens later, I will let you notify everyone from door to door.

——Watch one thing, stay home and don’t stroll around and run around.

Otherwise, the cars sent from above will enter the village and you will not be able to find you when you evacuate, so you can’t blame us for notifying you!”

Some of the old men were village accountants and some were village chiefs.

They often convene villagers to hold meetings, and their words are indeed more effective. After saying this, the villagers no longer gather here and went home to pack their things as instructed.

The old Taoist priest named Huang led Xie Yunqing and a few old men to the corner where no one was.

The short and fat old man - village chief Wei He looked solemn and said straight to the point: "Master Huang, someone is missing."

"Old lady Zhu and several other old ladies went to Wulang Temple at the entrance of the village to burn incense.

Several others are back.

She didn't come back and disappeared."

Hearing what Wei He said, the zodiac sniffled in his heart and asked, "Are you asking those old ladies? When they came back, they didn't call Mrs. Zhu?"

"I asked." The village accountant said in a deep voice, "They all saw Mrs. Zhu leaving the temple, but each of them had a different statement about the situation afterwards.

Some people say that when I saw Mrs. Zhu leaving the temple, I kept following them, I don’t know when I suddenly lost my shadow;

Some people said that they saw Mrs. Zhu stopping in front of Zhang’s house and not following them;

Some people say that Mrs. Zhu left the temple and went directly along the road at the entrance of the village to Yunlong Temple on the mountain."

“…”

The zodiac looked solemn.

Xie Yunqing couldn't help but say, "Why do everyone's statements differ? Even if you see a mistake, it's impossible for each statement to have such a big deviation, right?"

"None of them lie." Accountant Li glanced at Xie Yunqing, did not answer him, but continued to say to the zodiac.

"It's weird, it's weird." The zodiac shook his head and murmured to himself.

Village chief Wei He said directly: "Someone has begun to disappear, and things are getting worse and worse. I think everyone should be gathered together and taken care of.

If anything wrong happens, you can respond in a timely manner.”

"I think it's OK."

"There are many rumors now that people are panicking. If we gather everyone together, we can suppress the rumors and face them."

Several old men agreed with Wei He's proposal.

Their eyes looked at the zodiac together.

The zodiac nodded: "The village chief's proposal is very good, and I agree with it.

Have you told those old ladies? Tell them not to spread this matter again, so as not to startle people's hearts."

“Sayed it.

He also warned their respective families." The accountant responded.

"Has Mrs. Zhu's family also informed me?"

"Mrs. Zhu's house is relatively well-built. I have asked my son to go to his family to tell him about this."

"OK."

"Then let's do it!"

"We have to rely on everyone to work together to get through this incident. We can't just rely on the rescue outside, we have to save ourselves!

Everyone wants to be united!"

...

“Huh?

How come there is a mud tire here?”

The man who sprained his feet abnormally inwardly carried a woven bag and limped out of the bamboo forest behind him along the sheep path.

The woven bag on his back was filled with drink bottles.

At the fork in the path, there is a clay statue that is only as high as a person's knee.

The oil production on the mud tire has been rolled and peeled off most of the time.

But its face is full of smiles and its chubby figure is also very pleasing, which makes people unconsciously raise the corners of their mouths after a glance.

The man with a deformed left foot stood in front of the statue, looking at the statue with confusion.

The path extends forward, and under the shade of trees in front, houses standing tall gradually appear.

"Uncle Zhou, hey, I'm looking for you!

Why don’t you listen to your advice? You have to stay at home, but you still have to run around!”

At this time, a young man climbed up from the gentle slope of the path, and his appearance looked similar to that of the village accountant.

He held his waist with one hand, sweat oozing from his nose, and said to the lame middle-aged man with complaint.

The lame middle-aged man looked at him and smiled and said, "I went to pick up some plastic bottles and sell them for money. Didn't he just come back? It's okay, don't worry.

Xiaohu, what are you asking me for?”

While talking, he walked towards the young man called the "Little Tiger".

"I don't know either.

My dad, the village chief and others are looking for you.

It seems that something happened to Grandma Zhu?" Xiaohu replied a few words, but did not explain what was going on. He hurriedly turned around and left, "I have to go to the next house to inform you to gather in the square. Uncle Zhou, please go and have a look!"

"well!"

When Zhou Crooker heard that something happened to his mother, he was inevitably nervous and he was even faster.

He walked down the low slope.

It disappeared silently.

Xiaohu ran out of the path and onto the cement road.

Bypassing several houses connected by cement roads, when he stopped to breathe, he saw a mud-tied statue in a relatively dilapidated fence wall of a house that was only as high as a person's knees.

Most of the oil on the mud tire is peeled off after being harvested.

You can vaguely see it with a smiling face.

The statue stands in various scrap iron pots, cardboard, and plastic bottles, and looks at the tiger through the fence wall.

It made him suddenly have a sudden blow!

"Why did Uncle Zhou pick up this thing home after picking up rags?

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Can this be sold for money?”

Xiaohu's mind was filled with thoughts and moved away his eyes looking at the statue.

He gasped and continued running forward.

Not long after running, it disappeared silently.

...

On the village square.

All the villagers gathered here.

The originally small square was occupied by more than 100 villagers, and it immediately became noisy.

Children were laughing and chasing in the crowd with toys, and adults gathered together to play poker and mahjong.

If it weren't for the unconcealed worry between the elderly's eyebrows, no one would have thought that this village was shrouded in strangeness.

At this time, it is almost dusk.

There is no sunset or sunset in the dim sky, and the buildings and buildings around are shrouded in gloomy shadows.

The village chief and others gathered together with the old Taoist priest.

Talking in a low voice.

"Zhou Crooker is missing."
To be continued...