The Villa

34.Confronting the Past

　　"Is she sick?"

　　The old man who served the food shook his head.

　　"Then I don't know, I didn't ask in detail, it's probably some kind of illness... The medical conditions in the village are not good, and there's a bit of evil spirit, occasional headaches are also normal."

　　Ning heard this and asked the old man for the aunt's address.

　　After getting the information he wanted, he took the plate and went to Bai and Liu's room.

　　"Bro, how is it?"

　　Liu was shoveling rice into his mouth while looking at Ning and asking.

　　"She didn't come, she said she was unwell, but I think things are not that simple. After eating, let's go to her house and see what's going on..."

　　The two nodded.

　　After the meal, they followed the directions given by the old man and entered the village where the villagers lived.

　　To be honest, this was their first time coming to this place.

　　The scenic spots visited in the village and the guesthouse are completely different from the village.

　　The architecture of the first two is very elaborate, while the living environment of the villagers in the village is quite simple, and even has a bit of a remote and impoverished flavor.

　　Judging from the architectural environment of the scenic spots, the three originally thought that the villagers' economy was not bad, and everyone lived a relatively affluent life.

　　However, the current environment is very different from what they expected!

　　The ground is all paved with mud and gravel, and most of the houses where the villagers live are adobe houses, and some don't even have brick walls.

　　Everywhere you look, it's desolate.

　　"Damn... how can it be so dilapidated?"

　　Liu murmured softly,.

　　The three walked along the dirt road, and occasionally villagers passing by, as well as villagers busy in the yard, cast strange glances at the three.

　　It was a strange scrutiny.

　　There was a touch of unspeakable guilt in their eyes, and three points of unclear gloom.

　　But without exception, these villagers looked at them secretly when they looked at them, and no one dared to look them in the eye, let alone talk to them.

　　"These people really have ghosts in their hearts."

　　Ning sneered.

　　Soon, they arrived at the address of the aunt who served the food at noon yesterday.

　　When they pushed open the dilapidated fence gate and entered the courtyard, they happened to bump into a middle-aged man who had just come out of the house.

　　The middle-aged man was holding a basin of water in his hand, and there was a towel next to him.

　　After seeing the three of them, the middle-aged man's eyes changed suddenly.

　　He first showed a sudden panic, but it was quickly suppressed.

　　"Who are you, what are you doing in my house?"

　　The middle-aged man's voice was very flat, as if he was hostile towards the three of them.

　　Ning said: