The sky has turned completely dark, the moon is hanging in the east sky, and the cold moonlight shines on the cornfield, giving people an illusive feeling.
Wang Ling followed Ye Qianfan closely and walked in.
He originally wanted to stop him, but after calling a few times, Ye Qianfan didn't answer him.
He just went his own way and rushed in like a man possessed.
There was no other way, so Wang Ling had to follow closely.
Although the night wind brought a little bit of coolness, it was airtight in this cornfield, and the summer heat made them sweat quickly.
The clothes stick to the body like wet rags, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.
The smell of corn and wild grass fills the nostrils, making people feel like they have entered a strange plant world.
The crickets under my feet were chirping, and it was difficult to calm down.
The moonlight reflected the dark corn stalks, and Wang Ling felt that he and the others seemed to have entered a strange world.
In this world, plants and animals seem so weak, but in fact they all have huge hearts, as if they may turn into evil ghosts with teeth and claws and pounce on them at any time.
Wang Ling followed Ye Qianfan and walked for about twenty meters.
Wang Ling could no longer bear this panicking feeling.
He held two bags in one hand and held Ye Qianfan tightly with the other hand.
Said: "Okay, we can't go any further inside."
Ye Qianfan stopped, looked back at Wang Ling, and said, "I heard someone calling my name, I" "Qianfan" Wang Ling said in a more serious tone, "Are you possessed by a demon?
Look, it's already dark.
How could someone hide in this dark cornfield and call your name?
Aren't you afraid?"
"So you heard it too?"
Ye Qianfan asked.
"This me," Wang Ling really didn't want to confirm that there was really a ghost here, so he said impatiently, "Qianfan, what does it matter if I can't hear it or not?
In short, it's already dark, we can't stay in this wilderness, we Should go back early."
"No, I must find him and see who is calling me," Ye Qianfan said stubbornly.
"You don't even know who is calling you, so why do you still need to see clearly?"
Wang Ling was puzzled.
"No."
Ye Qianfan shook his head, glanced at Wang Ling, and said solemnly, "I know who he is."
"What?"
Wang Ling was startled, "You mean, you recognize this person who calls your name?"
Ye Qianfan nodded.
Wang Ling simply couldn't imagine that there was a ghost in the wild who knew Ye Qianfan.
This somewhat made Wang Ling curious.
The two people were talking, and the shout floated in the wind again, as if they were not far ahead, and seemed to be right in their ears.
Ye Qianfan grabbed Wang Ling's hand and said, "It's only eight or nine o'clock now, it's not that late yet, let's go."
Wang Ling had no choice but to follow her and continue walking.
The two of them had just walked a few steps.
Ye Qianfan, who was walking on the right side of Ye Qianfan's body, couldn't help but open his mouth, because right next to a small dirt bag where Ye Qianfan walked, a haggard old man squatted there, staring at the two.
A single cloudy eye was staring at the two of them.
"Sorry, sorry, borrowed, borrowed, borrowed," Wang Ling muttered.
"What are you mumbling about?"
Ye Qianfan didn't even turn around, just asked softly.
"Uh, it's nothing."
Even though he had Yin skills, he still felt panicked.
The old ghost squatting in front of the little bumpkin finally didn't embarrass them.
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The two of them had just passed the small dirt bag, and after walking a few steps, they arrived in front of a big willow tree.
This big willow tree is very big, at least as thick as a person's arms.
Ye Qianfan didn't care, just pulled him under the big willow tree and continued walking in the direction where the shouting came from.
As Wang Ling walked, he looked up and down, and suddenly found a woman hanging from the branch of a big willow tree.
Her long hair was hanging down and fluttering in the wind; her tongue stretched out a foot long, her face was black and purple, and black beads popped out.
Especially those eyes were extremely strange, dripping blood constantly.
Moreover, the eyes can blink.
Every time your eyes blink, a drop of blood drops.
Wang Ling's heart was shocked, and he almost screamed.
The panic was like a cold current, and he instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and a cold chill followed him all over his body.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, sorry for bothering me," Wang Ling muttered, leaning forward and walking around while praying.
There was nothing wrong with the hanged man in charge, he was still floating in the night wind like a mummy.
Finally, the voice came closer, and this time the shout seemed to be just a few steps ahead of the two of them.
Ye Qianfan listened and slowly looked around.
Wang Ling glanced straight ahead and suddenly discovered that there was a small collapsed brick house in the middle of the cornfield.
Among the broken walls, there was a ghost standing there.
Wang Ling looked carefully and finally understood.
This hateful ghost was none other than the headshot ghost he had seen several times.
"Hey, hey, can't you see ghosts?"
Ye Qianfan held Wang Ling's arm with both hands, glanced around, and asked tremblingly, "Now, what did you see?"
Wang Ling didn't answer him.
Instead, he shouted angrily at the headshot ghost: "What did you do by bringing us here?"
This time, Wang Ling found it very strange.
The head of the head-exploded ghost was constantly changing.
It seemed that as long as he saw Ye Qianfan, the half of his blown-out head would automatically grow back, and his mouth could also speak.
People say: "I want to show you this place."
The headshot guy stretched out a severed finger and pointed at the ground under his feet.
Wang Ling glanced at the ground and found a dark hole on the ground.
Soon, Wang Ling saw clearly that it was a well, a deep well used by farmers to water their fields.
"You mean to let us look into the well?"
Wang Ling asked inexplicably.
The headshot guy nodded.
"Who are you talking to?"
Ye Qianfan asked again, as if she couldn't hear what the headshot ghost said now.
Wang Ling waved his hand towards him and slowly took two steps closer, wanting to see clearly what was in the well.
However, just two steps closer, there seemed to be movement at the dark wellhead.
Wang Ling felt a shiver in his heart and hurriedly stopped, staring at the mouth of the well with both eyes.
Under the moonlight, the cement edge of the wellhead shone brightly.
Suddenly, a few fingers stretched out from the wellhead and touched it firmly.
Then a hand came up.
Almost in the blink of an eye, an unusually tall and burly ghost crawled out of the well and stood up at the edge of the well.
What shocked Wang Ling was that the ghost's head was actually flat, as if the back of his head had been hit hard with some blunt instrument, and the back of his head was really sunk deep into his skull.
Wang Ling took a closer look and confirmed that his first impression was correct.
The back of the guy's head was indeed missing, and brains and blood were pouring out from the back of the head and dripping down continuously.
This is also a headshot guy, a brainless guy with the back of his head blown off.
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The brainless ghost rolled his eyes and felt a little confused when he saw the headshot ghost standing next to him indicating Wang Ling's position.
When the headshot ghost saw the brainless ghost crawling out of the well, he screamed "Fufu" as if he had met an enemy.
Half of his head was missing again.
He stretched out his hands and rushed towards the brainless ghost to kill him.
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