The soul is the essence, the spirit is the god, and it dominates the seven emotions and six desires of people.

Because of this, when someone is in a bad spirit, there will be such a loss of soul.

Hearing Han Xiaoqi's words, Liu Lang's heart suddenly trembled twice, and he hurriedly asked, "Wu Banxian is really crazy?" ”

Han Xiaoqi slowly turned around, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, the one he lost was in charge of his mind, but his memory did not disappear." ”

"Huh?"

Liu Lang suddenly understood that something must have happened to Wu Banxian.

When he looked up at the village again, Wu Banxian's figure had long since disappeared.

The whole village is scattered and full of low-rise houses, which resemble buildings from the 80s, in stark contrast to the two-storey buildings of Fishnet Village.

Just a mountain apart, the gap between the rich and the poor is so big?

Liu Lang became more and more curious about this village, took two steps forward, and admonished: "Xiaoqi, your heart." ”

"Well, Liu Lang, I know."

Liu Lang and Han Xiaoqi walked side by side towards the village.

Behind the plane trees there is a dirt road into the village, which leads to the width of a car.

The two walked along the dirt road until they reached the nearest building in the village.

The building is a pigsty.

The pigsty is not large, and it sits abruptly at the head of the village, and an old man in his sixties and seventies is lying next to the pigsty feeding the pigs.

"Lulu...... Lulu ......"

The old man poured the pig food in his hand into the trough of the pigsty, and his mouth kept purring.

There were two old sows in the pigsty, all fat and strong, screaming and rushing up, gulping for food.

Liu Lang walked up to the old man's side and smiled. shouted: "Uncle, what about feeding the pigs?" ”

The old man didn't say anything, as if he hadn't seen Liu Lang at all, and was still fiddling with the pig food in his hand.

Liu Lang frowned, raised his voice, and called again: "Uncle? ”

The old man still ignored it.

Now Liu Lang was depressed. stepped forward and patted the old man on the shoulder.

The old man was frightened, turned his head with a whoosh, and stared at Liu Lang with two eyes in horror, obviously frightened.

But after looking at it for a while, the old man seemed to find that it was a raw face, and he couldn't help but slowly show a puzzled look, and put down the food bucket in his hand. The two hands kept gesturing in mid-air, and their mouths were screaming.

When Liu Lang saw it, he immediately understood that the old man was a mute.

Ten dumb and nine deaf, the old man may not be able to hear at all. No wonder I just yelled twice and ignored it.

Liu Lang had no choice but to smile at the old man, pointed to the village twice, and signaled that he was passing by.

Although the old man is old, he is not confused. Seeing Liu Lang for a long time, he grinned. Whined twice at the village.

After a while, a child ran out of a low house at the head of the village.

The child was only six or seven years old, had lost two front teeth, and was wearing gray shorts. Shirtless, he shouted at the old man from afar: "Grandpa, grandpa, you call me?" ”

The child was barefoot, but he didn't seem to be afraid of being awkward at all, and soon ran to the old man's side, grabbed the old man's arm, and looked very intimate.

The old man touched the child's head twice dotingly, raised his finger and pointed at Liu Lang, and screamed twice.

Although Han Xiaoqi had already run out of the pendant at this time, except for Liu Lang, no one else could see it at all.

However, what made Liu Lang strange was that the child raised his head, glanced at Liu Lang, and unconsciously turned his head to Liu Lang's side, staring at the place where Han Xiaoqi was standing.

"Uncle, this sister is so beautiful."

Suddenly, the child stretched out his hand and pointed at Han Xiaoqi, with an innocent expression.

Liu Lang was suddenly startled, turned his head to look at Han Xiaoqi, but saw that Han Xiaoqi was also shocked.

"Huh? How can it be? How could he possibly see me? ”

Han Xiaoqi whispered, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

The old man didn't seem to know about Han Xiaoqi's existence, so he just patted the child's head and pointed to the village again.

The child understood, let go of the old man's arm, stepped forward to hold Liu Lang's hand, and pulled Liu Lang to the village.

"Hey, why are you going?"

The child grinned, didn't look back, and said, "Grandpa asked me to take you to see the village chief, he has something to ask." ”

Liu Lang's face was full of doubts, but he didn't resist, and followed the child to the village.

Han Xiaoqi was even more curious at this time, but she didn't say anything, and followed Liu Lang and walked towards the village.

Walking into the village, Liu Lang found that although there were fifty or sixty households in the entire village, most of them had closed doors, and even nearly one-third of the doors were locked.

Looking at the door and lock, it seems that it hasn't been touched in years.

Seeing this scene, Liu Lang's heart also hung up, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't come out.

I have been dragged forward by the child for five or six minutes, and when I came to a gatehouse that looked a little taller, the child pointed to the gatehouse and said, "Uncle, this is the village chief's house, you can go in and say hello directly if there is anything." ”

Liu Lang glanced at the child gratefully and said, "Friend, thank you." ”

"You're welcome."

The child smiled faintly, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth, grinned, turned his head and ran.

Hehe, this grandfather and grandson are so strange?

Liu Lang shook his head, but didn't take it to heart, but walked to the gatehouse and knocked lightly on the door twice.

Although the houses in this village are old and somewhat low, each house has a courtyard surrounded by a wall more than one person high.

Liu Lang knocked on the door twice, and heard a woman's voice coming from inside.

"Who?"

The woman's voice sounded a little old, and she should be fifty or sixty years old.

Liu Lang hurriedly replied: "Oh, auntie, is this the village chief's house?" ”

"The village chief?"

The woman's voice showed a hint of doubt, and then Liu Lang heard the sound of footsteps, and soon someone came over to open the door.

Liu Lang looked up, but saw that the woman's hair was half white, and her face was also wrinkled, with a sad and listless look.

The woman was wearing a loose gown on her upper body, a blue old-fashioned coarse cloth pants on her lower body, and slippers, when she saw Liu Lang, she frowned, and her face was full of doubts: "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Oh, excuse me, is this the village chief's house?"

"Village chief? Man, my old Yang was the village chief five years ago, but he ......"

Suddenly, the woman's eyes turned red and she sobbed softly.

Liu Lang was suspicious and hurriedly asked, "Auntie, is the village chief not at home?" ”

"Old Yang, he, he's already dead."

"Huh? Dead, dead? ”

Liu Lang suddenly opened his mouth wide in shock, his head was as if he had been bombarded by five thunders, and his buzz was blank. (To be continued~^~)