It was getting dark, and Duan Xu also went to Ayun's farmhouse.

"Ayun, do you live alone?" Duan Xu looked up at the two-story building.

"No, my grandma and I live!" Ayun shook his head and said.

While Ayun opened the door, Duan Xu turned around and looked into the village.

The terrain of Ayun's house is high, and you can see most of the village, and you can even vaguely see the canopy of the locust tree in the middle of the village.

I don’t know if it was because it was too dark, Duan Xu always felt that the shadow of the tree canopy looked like a person lying in the sky.

He closed his eyes, stopped looking, and took a deep breath.

Very familiar taste...

The fragrance of firewood is mixed with the sweetness of rice, and the earthy smell of the mountain wind. The rustling sound in the woods outside the village is like dripping water droplets, penetrates the smoke from cooking and falls into Duan Xu's ears.

From the story told by Gao Lan, Duan Xu understood that what happened in this village was inseparable from the locust tree.

As for the villagers? For the time being, there is nothing special about the villagers here. They cannot be said to be simple, kind, warm and hospitable, but they are not ignorant and arrogant.

However, if Gao Lan's story is true, there must be a secret kept by everyone in the village. A villager died, very strangely. Not only was no one pursued him, but the insider was also asked not to meddle in other people's business.

It is unclear whether Gao Lan meddled with other people's affairs, but... Gao Lan came to this village again, and the village chief personally received it.

Opening his eyes and putting away his thoughts in his head. Duan Xu was about to turn around, but he saw Ayun's dark eyes: "A guest, are he also from the mountain?"

Duan Xu shook his head: "Why do you ask that?"

Ayun looked at him thoughtfully and said, "The guest looked like he was very familiar with the mountain village, just like he grew up in the mountain village."

Ayun's statement made Duan Xu shook his head and laughed. He was an adopted child and had lived in Fengdu since he was a child. He had never seen any scenes of a mountain village in his memory.

But Duan Xu could not refute what Ayun said about it, because... he himself felt a sense of familiarity from the depths of his soul, and this sense of familiarity was like he first stepped on that train.

If it were the past, Duan Xu might have no idea.

But now, he knew...this sense of familiarity might come from another person, a person who looks exactly like him.

"Come in, it's cold in the mountains."

Ayun shouted, holding the door.

Duan Xu nodded and entered Ayun's home. There was no decoration, but it was cleanly taken care of.

"Grandma! Guests are coming from home!" Ayun jumped into the inner room.

Duan Xu sat on the wooden bench and looked around.

After a while, an old man with white hair walked out holding a few oranges.

Duan Xu quickly stood up and reached out to pick up the oranges.

"Thank you, grandma."

The old man hid his hand and glared at Duan Xu: "Young man, this is what I ate myself."

Duan Xu withdrew his hand angrily and glanced behind the old man: "Where is Ayun?"

“I’ve gone to cook.”

Duan Xu withdrew his gaze and looked at the orange: "Is this orange sweet?"

The old man stopped peeling the oranges and asked, "You want to buy it?"

Duan Xu raised his eyebrows: "How much does it cost per pound? I'll buy some to eat."

The old man handed over one and said proudly: "This is planted by my family. Now in this village, only my family has an orange forest."

Duan Xu asked in confusion: "Why? Others don't plant oranges?"

The old man's face collapsed: "Seed? Everyone is dead, how do you plant it?"

Duan Xu looked gossipy and asked nervously: "When I came, I heard that someone died in the village. Is it the one who planted oranges?"

The old man raised his head, stared at Duan Xu with his turbid old eyes, and whispered: "Don't ask about Xie Hua, be careful that they beat you up."

Duan Xu looked puzzled and asked, "Why? I am not from the village, what did that person do? I can't even mention it?"

The old man sighed: "I haven't committed any trouble, what can I do in the mountains?"

"Then Xie Hua is a good person, why can't you mention it?" Duan Xu said.

The old man put a petal of orange into his mouth and chewed it while saying, "Who has always been a good person or a bad person? No matter how good a person is, he will hurt others. No matter how bad a person is, he will have to go home and kowtow to celebrate the New Year."

Duan Xu nodded: "That's right."

The old man sighed and said, "Oh, Xie Hua's life is miserable. His family died early. He grew up eating a hundred families. He finally got married and built an orange forest, but the people lost it. He asked me to tell me that he shouldn't have met any city people."

"He still knows people in the city?" Duan Xu asked in surprise.

The old man said, "No? His orange forest was contracted by the city people."

"Then isn't this a good thing?" Duan Xu asked.

"Good thing? Where can people in the city have good people? Can you get a advantage?" the old man said indignantly.

Duan Xu glanced at her and said, "You said just now that people are good and bad, and they will not always be good or bad."

"That's when you remembered it wrong, I didn't say it."

The old man ate an orange and took the remaining orange in his arms and left.

"Xiao Yun'er, grandma is going to sleep, don't ask grandma to have a meal!"

"Hey!"

Ayun's voice came from the depths of the room.

Duan Xu watched the old woman with a very good spirit walk into the inner room and fell into deep thought.

The dead person... is called Xie Hua.

So, was he a ghost this time? Is the knot he is going to find? Is it his knot...

...

Zhao Wei stood at the entrance to the west of the village, next to her was Meng Yue.

"Others should have entered the village from other entrances. Should we go to the old locust tree first to take a look?" Zhao Wei asked.

Meng Yue looked at him and said, "It's okay to go, but for safety, we'd better keep a certain distance. Once my ring is used, as long as two people are not killed by evil spirits at the same time, there will be no accident. If you go under the locust tree, I will watch from afar. If there is danger, you use your knot first. If it really doesn't work, I will use my knot."

Zhao Wei lowered his head and thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I heard the story before entering the village. No matter how you look at it, it is related to locust trees. This village is also called Huai Village. Is the train going to ask us to find a knot for a locust tree?"

"No, we can't meet evil spirits without source and cause and effect. If there is really something wrong with the locust tree, we can't deal with it with our current knot." Meng Yue said affirmatively.

"You make sense. Let's go to the old locust tree first while there is still the moon."

Zhao Wei said.

The two of them had just walked two steps forward when they suddenly saw a pitch-black outline coming out of the village.

The tension suddenly surged into my heart. The two looked at each other and quickly distanced each other. If there was an accident, they could immediately scatter and flee from left to right.

The dark outline quickly walked to the bright spot and found Zhao Wei and Meng Yue.

"You... haven't gone back to sleep yet?"

Zhao Wei and Meng Yue felt relieved, and Zhao Wei replied: "After having a meal, go for a walk, where are you, Mr. Gao Lan?"
Chapter completed!