Chapter 78: The third way to die

　　 Brother Wang and the others left the hotel and discussed where to go next.
　　 "Let's do it, Smoker, Xiaopang go to the temple in the northern village, I, with the same flower, Huihui, go visit the villagers' houses."
　　 Their distribution is centered on the hotel, with one team facing south and the other facing north.
　　 Everyone had no objection, and they split up soon. Wang Gang took the flush and Huihui to the south and walked to the dense bungalow area.
　　 Brother Wang turned on the camera and pointed it at the flush. The flush quickly entered the state, showing a sweet smile, and began to host:
　　 "Hello everyone, you can see that this is the residential area of ​​Zhouxiao Village!"
"Through previous experience, we found that the villagers who live here are a little restrained. In order to break the barrier between us, we will bring our little gifts to visit the villagers and learn more about the village. History, culture and customs."
　　 "The camera, please follow me."
"and many more."
　　 Brother Wang stopped the flush and turned off the camera.
　　 "What's wrong with Brother Wang?"
　　 Tonghua and Huihui had some doubts, but soon Brother Wang gave an explanation:
　　 "The people here are a little afraid of life, I carry the machine in, they will definitely be very alert..."
　　 "I just watched it. There is a small window next door, where I am shooting." Huihui took Huamai and a mobile camera in to shoot in the dark. The old man would not know this. "
　　 "Hmm."
　　 Huihui and Flush nodded, they both thought that Wang's suggestion was quite good.
　　 And after Brother Wang arrived at the designated seat, Huihui and Flush knocked on the door of a bungalow.
　　 "Boom boom boom."
　　 "Hello, is anyone home?"
　　 "Squeak."
　　 The door leaked a small gap, and a cloudy eye appeared from the gap, looking at the three people outside.
"Is there a problem......"
　　 The old man’s voice was as dry as a crow, and it sounded uncomfortable, and he was very alert and did not open the door at all.
　　 The same flower barely smiled and communicated with the old man in a sweet voice:
　　 "We are foreign travelers, can we talk to you... We also brought some of our souvenirs."
　　 The same flowers raised the bag in his hand, but the old man still didn't mean to open the door.
　　 He showed that eye and didn't speak, but looked at the flush coldly.
　　 After a while, the old man nodded reluctantly and replied:
　　 "Go...Come in."
　　 With the flower and the brother Wang by the window nodded, and then walked into the room.
　　 This room is very tidy, but it is very old, and a thin layer of ash has accumulated on the table.
　　 "Master...it seems like no one has cleaned your house for a long time."
　　 "Why don't I help you clean it for a while." #br......
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　　 Uncle raised his head, looked at Huihui with muddy eyes, and said nothing.
　　 He sat down dumbly, then stared at the flush.
　　 It was a bit embarrassing to be seen in the same flower, and she fluffed the hair around her ears, and then casually began to ask.
　　 The same flower routinely gave some simple greetings, and the uncle nodded from time to time, but it is not known whether he listened to it or not.
　　 And Huihui walked into the kitchen to soak the rag, listening to the conversation between the two outside, she was a little bit bored.
　　 "How come the old people here are so stubborn..."
　　 Huihui twisted the rag and was about to walk to the living room, but inadvertently, she saw an open gap in the bedroom.
"Ok?"
　　 Huihui saw someone inside...
Is 　　 the uncle’s wife?
　　 Huihui didn't intend to go in and disturb others, she was about to turn around, but heard the old calling.
　　 The people in the room seemed uncomfortable. Huihui glanced at the uncle who was still talking, and after thinking about it, she didn't bother, but approached the room.
　　 If someone in the room asks for help, Huihui intends to tell the uncle immediately.
　　 Huihui approached the room so that he could hear more clearly.
　　 Just as she approached, an inquiry came from the room.
　　 "You... can you hear me?"
　　 She is talking to Huihui.
　　 Huihui quickly said,
　　 "I can hear... You said, what's the matter?"
　　 Is it possible that something happened?
　　 Zhang Huihui was a little nervous, she leaned closer.
　　 "You can hear..."
　　 The old voice whispered to himself, which made Zhang Huihui a little embarrassed for a while, Huihui quickly added:
　　 "I can hear, can I help you with anything?"
　　 "You can hear...you can hear."
　　 This sentence is repeated in the room, and no longer one person makes the voice, but many people speak together.
　　 Are there so many people in this room?
　　 Huihui quickly solved her doubts.
　　 The door was slowly opened, Zhang Huihui looked up, and there were densely packed people standing inside.
　　 They showed weird smiles, all their mouths were exactly the same, repeating the same sentence.
　　 "You can hear it."
　　 Huihui took a step back abruptly and dropped her handkerchief on the ground. She wanted to open her mouth for help, but unexpectedly found that she couldn't make a sound.
　　 Huihui couldn't even hear the sound of the handkerchief falling to the ground.
　　 "Uh...Uh."
　　 Huihui turned around and wanted to ask for help, looking at the flush that was close at hand, still talking and laughing, but...
But she was totally unable to ask for help.
　　 She turned around and started to run away, but the next moment, she silently fell to the floor.
　　 She opened her eyes wide, looking at the countless hands holding her ankles.
　　Don't...
　　 A tear fell from the corner of Huihui's eyes and dropped on the floor.
　　 But crying is useless.
　　 She was quickly dragged into the room without making a sound.
　　 Just when Zhang Huihui was dragged away, the uncle sitting in the hall looked at the still talking flush, and suddenly smiled strangely.
　　 Looking at the uncle with the same flower, I feel a little scared inexplicably.
　　 She turned her head and looked in the direction of the kitchen, but did not see Huihui's figure.
　　 Where did Huihui go...
　　 The uncle's voice was as dull as a machine, speaking confusing words.
　　 He repeated it again.
"boom!"
　　 The door of the room was hammered open, and he turned his head in the same flower. He saw Brother Wang's flustered face and the mouth that was constantly talking.
　　Same flower for a moment~EbookFREE.me~Why can't she hear Brother Wang talking?
"what are you saying?"
　　 opened her mouth in the same flower, but she was shocked again, she could not hear her own voice.
　　 She tried hard to identify, and finally recognized the shape of Brother Wang's mouth.
　　 "Run away."
　　 Escape... what to escape?
　　 "Can you hear..."
　　 The same flower heard the voice of the uncle behind again, this time with the voices of other people.
　　 She turned her head and looked at the open room. The room was crowded with densely packed people. She was in the same crowd and saw familiar figures.
　　 Zhang Huihui.
　　 This is... a ghost?
　　 The flush finally realized something was wrong, she turned around subconsciously and started to run towards the door, and Wang Ge also stretched out his hand to grab the flush's hand.
　　 "Help me...Help me!"
　　 The mouth is opened in the same flower to make a mouth shape.
　　 But when she couldn't hear the sound, she was already dead.
　　 A pair of hands clung to her legs, and under the shocked eyes of the flush, she fell forward, a little short of brother Wang's.
　　 is just that, it is the distance between life and death.
　　 Tonghua felt a huge force pulling her, and the distance between her and Wang Ge kept widening. The next moment, she was suddenly pulled into the room.
　　 Brother Wang's hand froze in mid-air. He was shocked when he saw this strange scene.
　　 There is a ghost in this village!
　　 must escape!
　　 Brother Wang turned around to escape, but the next moment, the same voice echoed in his ears.
　　 "Can you hear it too?"
　　 He was also spotted.
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