"Old Feng, what are you looking at?"

A middle-aged man of similar age lifted the curtain and poked his head. Feng Laolai was so scared that he was shocked, rubbed his eyes immediately, and looked back at the place just now. However, this time, it was already dark, and the woman he had seen before disappeared.

"There was a woman over there just now. Did you see?"

Lao Lai Feng pointed out outside the car incoherently, and the other party saw his appearance and laughed: "I said Lao Feng, don't do this with me. Last time you teased the new one, which scared the other person and screamed. I'm not fooled."

"No, I was joking with Xiao Zhao that time, it was true just now."

Feng Laolai was obviously a little anxious. Seeing his expression, the man put away his smile and said seriously: "Hey, we have never encountered these dirty things before. But our ancestor of the Pear Garden is the true emperor of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. How dare the evil demons and heretics offend? This time I went to Fuping Village, wasn't it also a show for the dead? Isn't it just a lonely ghost? What's there to make a fuss about?"

The speaker is Lao Xiao, who is responsible for playing music and music flute in the troupe. He has been in the Quanfu Class for nearly 30 years. In addition to Mr. Cui, he is the most experienced and knowledgeable person in the troupe. Therefore, after listening to the other party, Feng Lao Lai's heart was a little calmer.

"There is Fuping Village in front of me. It seems that it will finally arrive." Lao Xiao narrowed his eyes and looked ahead, then turned around and walked into the carriage, and began to urge others to prepare.

After he left, Feng Laolai was blown by the night wind outside, and he felt that from just now, his hands and feet were cold and restless. He touched his pockets and held a cigarette in his mouth. The spicy smell of tobacco stimulated his senses. After smoking two, Feng Laolai felt that his mind became much clearer and his body became warmer.

At this time, a short bungalow appeared not far away. As the distance got closer, Feng Laolai saw lanterns on both sides of the stone door at the entrance of the village. Looking at the two pale paper lanterns, Feng Laolai always felt strange.

"Why choose a color that is not good? You have to use white, it looks like a dead person." He put out the cigarette butts, and when he looked up again, he found more than a dozen black figures appeared at the entrance of the village. Feng Laolai took a closer look and found that they were all young and middle-aged people in their thirties and forties.

Maybe the boss sent someone to greet them at the entrance of the village. He could use so many people, and it seemed that the other party was indeed quite rich.

While smoking, he waved to the villagers. It is worth noting that after seeing the appearance of the people, they did not show any emotions on their faces after seeing the appearance of Feng Laolai and the truck. They all had a dull expression, and under the reflection of the fire, they were faintly glowing with blue on their faces, looking a little cunning.

Old Leeton Feng felt his scalp numb, and his calm mood just now became a little nervous again.

At this time, Mo Yue was around 3 a.m. Because Fuping Village was too backward and there was no phone call, Feng Laolai comforted himself. Those people didn't know when they would arrive, so they stood there for a long time in the cold wind at the entrance of the village. They couldn't help but feel a little resentful and unwilling to pay attention to themselves.

"When you get to the place, everyone clean up. Be careful with the props and boxes over there!"

Zhou Zhifei lifted the curtain and looked out, then turned his head and directed the others. He glanced at Feng Laolai and said angrily: "Why are you still standing here? Help!"

"I understand." Feng Laolai came to his senses and went back to the car and put away the bedding on the car board with the others.

The truck stopped at the entrance of the village. Everyone got out of the car. Soon they saw a middle-aged man wearing a military green jacket and a white vest trotting over with a flashlight.

"It's Master Wang from Quanfu Class, thank you for your hard work."

The middle-aged man spoke Mandarin with a heavy dialect and said to Wang Hongguang with a smile: "My name is Li Dafu, and I live at the village entrance. Boss Shen specially stuffed money and asked me to wait for you here and lead a way for you. I heard the sound of cars just now, and I came over immediately."

He looked at the items in the carriage and the number of handymen, and said to everyone: "There is a river on the road to the Shen Family Ancestral Temple. The road by the river is very narrow. There are no street lights yet. You really can't get through this car. But everyone is waiting here for a while. I have already asked someone to push the cart. In a while, other villagers will come to help everyone transport the things over."

"Okay, I'm in trouble." Wang Hongguang politely said to him and handed a cigarette. He turned around and said to Zhou Zhifei, "Let me get the props out of the car first."

"Yes." Zhou Zhifei nodded and began to instruct the handymen to do their jobs.

At this moment, Feng Laolai snorted and walked out of the crowd. He looked at the open space behind the man and said dissatisfiedly: "What have you been going long ago? There were so many people standing at the entrance of the village before, so you don't need to borrow a car, right? Now come here to help, don't you unload all the goods!"

"Master, what do you mean?" Li Dafu suddenly became confused. After Feng Laolai finished speaking, Zhou Zhifei also scolded him: "Shut up, why are you talking nonsense here?"

"Hey, Zhou Zhifei, why are you pretending to be stupid?" After he said this, Feng Laolai also got angry. He pointed at the entrance of the village with his neck in his arms and raised his voice: "Didn't you and me just now? There were more than a dozen people standing under the lanterns at the entrance of the village. Why don't you admit it now... Oh, no, I saw two big white lanterns just now, why are they gone now?"

Jiang Li, who was standing beside him, noticed that as soon as Feng Laolai finished speaking, the expressions of Li Dafu and Zhou Zhifei instantly became wrong.

Wang Hongguang seemed to realize something. He glared at Feng Laolai, then smiled and said to Li Dafu: "My colleague likes to joke. Don't take what he said just now. Oh, are you here to help?"

"Ah, yes, yes. You guys hurry up, the masters have been waiting in the village for a long time!" Li Dafu forced a smile, and then he called the villagers behind him at the top of his voice. Feng Laolai was not stupid either. Seeing everyone's reaction, he naturally understood that he had seen the dirty thing just now. Under Zhou Zhifei's scolding, he returned to the crowd with a pale face and said nothing.

With the help of the villagers, the troupe transported all the prop boxes onto the cart, and the rest were picked up or carried away by other handymen. Li Dafu walked in front of the front with a flashlight, and Wang Hongguang also inquired about Boss Shen with the other party.

Most of the houses in Fuping Village are traditional low dirt houses. The houses face the dirt roads, and there is a large area of ​​farmland under the ridges. The whole team walks on the dirt roads in the countryside, and occasionally there are some stones on the ground. Whenever the wheels of the cart pass by, they will bump a few times, causing the box to collide and make a ping-pong sound.

Jiang Li and Lao Yugan walked in the middle of the team, covering up their communication with the noisy sound. The two understood that Lao Lai Feng was not talking nonsense. He saw many ghosts before entering the village.
Chapter completed!