Chapter 118 Is the Script Wrong?

Bai Yingying returned carrying the freshly washed bedsheets. She always dried clothes on the second floor. Of course, Bai Yingying’s laundry speed was indeed fast, but she was definitely not being perfunctory.

She knew that her boss had an almost obsessive-compulsive disorder when it came to household hygiene.

In short,

he was difficult to please.

Sometimes, Bai Yingying would mentally grumble:

It wouldn't be surprising if her boss was an orphan abandoned by his parents in his past life. Maybe he wouldn't eat if the nipple wasn't sterilized, wouldn't sleep if the bedding wasn't clean, wouldn't let his parents touch him without washing their hands, and then his parents couldn't stand it and abandoned him.

Of course, Bai Yingying only dared to mutter this in her mind, never daring to say it out loud.

She still had to put on a receptive expression every time, and then hold hands with her boss to run towards the happy paradise of cleanliness, making it look like she understood the spirit and was enjoying it.

From the heart,

that was how it was.

If Heaven hadn't created Bai Yingying, the eternal path of cowardice would be like a long night.

Zhou Ze stood by the window smoking a cigarette. He had read the post and it actually provided a lot of information.

Xingren Town,

dry cleaner,

the location should be there.

Zhou Ze could even see a lot of information that wasn't in the post, because he was a ghost messenger, and no longer the naive newbie he once was, but had begun to slowly enter the profession and become familiar with the business.

Ghosts come from people, and people will inevitably become ghosts, but people and ghosts are different, with a line separating them.

The Yang realm and the Yin realm,

coexist and oppose each other.

What kind of people are more likely to see ghosts?

Those who have encountered special events, that was one category.

Another major category was people who are about to die, whose lifespan is coming to an end, just like when your phone balance is low, 10086 (customer service) will constantly send you reminder messages.

It's time,

you should leave.

At that time, although you are a living person, you are about to become a dead person, and the death aura on your body has already begun to increase.

This increase does not simply mean that you are sick or seriously ill; it may also mean that you are about to encounter misfortune, possibly a car accident, possibly choking to death while eating, or choking to death while drinking water.

In short,

you're about to die.

Then you are very likely to see ghosts, and the aura between you begins to change from opposition to fusion.

Combining this with the fact that the original poster hadn't been active since 2009, it could be roughly guessed that the poster was indeed dead.

But his description of Sanxiang Village and his own recorded experiences, coupled with the words of the little girl downstairs, had actually outlined the entire course of the incident.

A village that was massacred in the year the Japanese army invaded Tongcheng,

eighty years later,

the people of that village, no, the ghosts of the entire village, were still trapped in one area, unable to be reincarnated.

They hadn't turned into vengeful ghosts either. If they had turned into vengeful ghosts, coupled with eighty years of fermentation, the original poster would have been GG'd the first time he went in, and it would have been impossible for him to come out.

Moreover, the little girl was still innocent and carefree, as if she had just died.

What was the reason that caused such a harmonious village to appear?

Bai Yingying dried the quilt and secretly sat down in front of the computer. The internet-addicted girl glanced at Zhou Ze while secretly trying to play a game. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, and she naturally read the short story, then said:

"Boss, isn't this just *Peach Blossom Spring*?"

Zhou Ze nodded.

Yes,

this was a remake of *Peach Blossom Spring*.

People have always taken it for granted that Tao Yuanming's *Peach Blossom Spring* is understood as a paradise, but in reality, this seemingly beautiful story reveals weirdness and eeriness everywhere.

If you look at it from a different perspective, *Peach Blossom Spring* is completely a ghost story, a story of a fisherman who accidentally enters a ghost village, just like the original poster in the post.

His fingers trembled lightly by the window sill. He had to go to this place.

Not to mention the temptation that if he could send all the souls of that village into hell, he could basically be promoted to a regular employee, just the fact that they were his fellow countrymen was enough to make Zhou Ze try to help.

Eighty years ago, when the nation was in decline, they became pitiful souls under the butcher knife of the invaders. They had suffered for eighty years, and it was time for them to be liberated.

Zhou Ze took out his phone and dialed Xu Qinglang's number.

But it showed that he was not in the service area, which surprised Zhou Ze. Shouldn't Xu Qinglang be in the local library now? Was the mobile phone signal there that bad?

After a while, Zhou Ze called again, but the other party still couldn't be reached. Zhou Ze didn't plan to wait any longer, and directly signaled Bai Yingying to watch the store, while he took a taxi to Xingren Town with Lao Dao (old Taoist).

The reason for bringing Lao Dao was very simple. First, Lao Dao's ability to control souls wasn't strong. Apart from touching his crotch, he basically had no restraint on souls, and the little girl's soul needed Bai Yingying to watch over.

Second, the little monkey got along with Lao Dao, and this time, to find the entry point for the original poster to enter Sanxiang Village, he needed the help of this animal.

At this thought,

Zhou Ze's gaze fell on the little monkey. The little monkey, who was originally lying on Lao Dao's lap, suddenly raised its head and bared its teeth at Zhou Ze.

Yo,

can you understand what I'm thinking?

Or,

are you simply sensing that I'm scolding you?

Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed the little monkey's tail, avoiding the driver's sight in front, and stared at the little monkey.

It seems to have grown a little,

and it's heavier,

Hehe,

you've gotten bolder too.

The little monkey twisted its body unhappily. It had always been somewhat cold towards Zhou Ze, so in the bookstore, it basically played with Lao Dao. Towards Zhou Ze, it had a fear and dread in its bones.

After all, the little monkey's predecessor was stabbed to death by Zhou Ze with his fingernails.

It and Zhou Ze, one person and one monkey, were like two intertwined lines, with a chaotic cause-and-effect relationship.

Arriving at the place, getting out of the car, Zhou Ze stretched lazily.

Xingren Town was a small town, close to the city, and next to the airport. The location where Zhou Ze was was east of Shizi Street (Cross Street), also a small intersection.

Due north was Xingren Elementary School, due south was an apartment building, and the street in the middle was full of small shops.

That dry cleaner was still open there.

Calculating the location, Zhou Ze began to simulate the scene of the original poster parking here and falling.

"Boss, should it be towards the elementary school?" Lao Dao asked at this time.

"Oh?" Zhou Ze was a little puzzled. He knew what Lao Dao's level was.

"Hehe, I didn't see anything, but I have experience. Generally speaking, places like schools or hospitals are often built on mass graves.

Because the land is cheap, especially schools, they don't need to be in the downtown area. It doesn't matter if they are a little remote.

Moreover, isn't it said that school district housing is very popular now? Even many years ago, wherever a school was built, the popularity of that place would immediately rise. So, in urban planning, they often regard the school as an important placement point, choosing a slightly remote place to drive the development there."

Lao Dao spoke eloquently, and it did make some sense.

Zhou Ze looked at the little monkey and said, "Can you see anything?"

The little monkey scratched its head, jumped down from Lao Dao's body, and began to look around.

Then, it shook its head blankly.

Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't think the little monkey was being lazy and slippery.

Perhaps, it was because the sky hadn't completely darkened yet. Some places were suppressed during the day, and they might easily reveal clues at night.

Just like that, Zhou Ze and Lao Dao entered a nearby fast-food restaurant, ordered some drinks and snacks, and sat there waiting.

Elementary school started to let out, and many vehicles gathered here. When the elementary school dismissal ended, the sky slowly darkened, and the popularity nearby gradually declined.

Calculating the time, it was almost time. There was no need to wait until midnight for this kind of thing.

Holding the little monkey again, this time the little monkey seemed to capture something all of a sudden, and began to circle around in place. Lao Dao followed behind the little monkey, also circling around.

Zhou Ze stood aside watching.

Finally, the little monkey made a "squeak squeak squeak" sound, and then rushed directly to the road.

At this moment, a small car happened to drive over. The speed wasn't actually fast, but the little monkey was basically pressing into the car wheels!

"Squeak!"

The car braked suddenly, and the owner cursed, "Where did this stray dog come from!"

The owner got out of the car to check. He had just seen a ball of yellow fur rush in front of his car, but after getting out of the car, he didn't see any blood stains. He cursed a few more times, got back in the car, and drove away.

Lao Dao was a little slow to react. When the little monkey rushed out, he didn't even have time to shout.

But at this moment, he also understood,

the monkey wasn't hit by the car,

to be precise,

the monkey went in.

"Boss, what do we do?"

Lao Dao asked.

Zhou Ze stayed in place, circled a few times along the position where the monkey had been circling, and then sprinted in that direction. In an instant, Zhou Ze sensed his fingernails tremble slightly, as if he had caught something, and grabbed it.

"Buzz!"

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding environment began to distort,

high-rise buildings,

roads,

vehicles,

all disappeared,

this was a muddy field, and not far away were rows of houses built of mud and straw.

The golden monkey squatted in front of Zhou Ze, looking at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze looked around,

he knew,

he had also come in.

As for Lao Dao,

he probably couldn't get in, unless he was about to kick the bucket and breathe his last, then maybe he could accidentally get in.

In the distance, a pair of grandparents and grandchildren walked over, a grandfather leading a little girl.

The little girl was a bit similar to the one in his bookstore. If you looked closely, you might even think they were the same person.

It matched,

it matched the original poster's description in the post.

"Where is this?" Zhou Ze asked.

According to the script, they should answer that this was "Sanxiang Village."

But the next scene,

made Zhou Ze stunned,

the grandfather didn't answer,

the girl didn't answer either,

one old and one young,

just stared at Zhou Ze and the little monkey,

the corners of their mouths began to drip saliva exaggeratedly,

at the same time, their eyes,

also began to slowly glow red!

Hey,

director,

the script,

seems to be wrong?