Chapter 713 Old Home

Hello, Xiaoyuan cousin, my name is Jiang Yan, and I am Yang Jian’s girlfriend.

Jiang Yan greeted him warmly, polite and cute.

Liang Yuan just blinked her big eyes and looked at her, as if she was thinking about something, and seemed to be looking at Jiang Yan. After a while, she smiled and said: Hello, aunt, you are so beautiful, cousin must like you very much.

Aunt?

Hearing this, Jiang Yan's smile froze, and her heart was filled with coldness.

It would be fine if Yang Jian called his aunt before, but he didn't expect his cousin to be like this.

The most annoying thing is that I couldn't refute it, because Yang Jian's little cousin looked like he was fifteen or sixteen, and was nearly ten years old, so it seemed reasonable to call him aunt.

You can't be angry. Now I must not be angry. This time I'm going to see Yang Jian's relatives. If this is embarrassing, Yang Jian won't bring me here next time.

Jiang Yan said in her heart that she comforted her heart and kept a relatively good image.

Auntie, your skin is so white. Are you sick?Liang Yuan spoke again.

No, my sister's skin is naturally white.Jiang Yan said with a smile.

Liang Yuan nodded and said: If your skin is so white, it will be easy to be targeted by ghosts at night. You will die very quickly. Cousin, you might as well change a girlfriend.

What, what... Jiang Yan's mouth twitched.

Is there anyone who speaks like this?

OK, Xiaoyuan, wherever you want to go, I will accompany you.Yang Jian spoke.

Liang Yuan smiled and said: I want to buy a raincoat over there. It has been raining recently. I don’t want to get wet every day.

good.Yang Jian nodded.

On the way, Jiang Yan followed behind, took Yang Jian's arm while Liang Yuan was going to choose a raincoat, and then whispered: Yang Jian, don't be angry, I think your cousin seems to have some problems... It feels strange.

As she said that, she pointed to her head.

Her head is fine, her thinking is very clear, and I can tell what she was affected by just now. I have seen it a long time ago.Yang Jian pressed his voice and said: Whether it was before or after, no matter what Xiaoyuan said, don’t take it to heart, just treat her as a patient.

I am not so scrupulous and will care about a child. I am just worried about your cousin. If there is any disease, we can take her back to Dachang City for a check-up.Jiang Yan said.

Yang Jian nodded slightly and said: I will arrange this matter.

Jiang Yan responded and stopped talking about this matter behind her back. She believed that Yang Jian could handle it, which was an instinctive trust.

While shopping with her cousin and her companions, Yang Jian found that she had bought a lot of strange things, including raincoats, some yellow straw paper, and some candles. What makes people feel most uneasy is that she actually bought several sharp fruit knives, and the companion next to her didn't feel anything strange, as if she was used to it.

What do you buy these things for?Yang Jian asked.

Liang Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled: I want to use it. This thing is consumed very quickly, and I used it all three days ago. I didn’t use the scalpel just now. It’s too thin and difficult to hold.

... Yang Jian didn't know what to say at this time.

Where have you used these things?

Liang Yuan frowned and thought, as if he was recalling it, but he seemed to be unable to recall it all at once: I don’t know, I don’t know where I used it, but I always feel that I need it very much.

Is there something wrong with memory?Yang Jian pondered.

If this is the case, he can't ask for many things, but the more he does, the more he feels that it is not normal near his hometown, and it is not as peaceful and peaceful as he imagines.

After a walk around, he bought all the strange things, and then Yang Jian drove the three of them to the countryside where his hometown was.

Although it is a township, the roads are smooth and driving is very convenient. However, on the way he came, he saw several special vehicles coming from the opposite side. Yang Jian, who opened the window, smelled a very familiar smell.

It was the stinking smell of corpse.

The car is a hearse, and it contains a corpse.

He looked at the back of the vehicle passing by in the rearview mirror and saw a dead body covered by a white cloth. He was curious. His ghost eyes opened and ignored the obstruction and glanced at the body under the white cloth.

It was dead stiff, cold, wet all over, as if it was raining. The strangest thing was that one of his hands tightly grabbed his neck, and his fingers had already penetrated his neck deeply, as if he had pierced his artery and his blood was drained alive.

So the corpse is stiff and looks white.

What made Yang Jian feel the most profound was the dead expression.

It's not fear and despair, but a cruel and vicious look, as if you're fighting with something.

But in this way, could it be that I was fighting hard with myself before I died?

An abnormal death, but that person should not be from my hometown village, and is likely to be a villager from a nearby village.Yang Jian said in his heart, and at the same time, his previous uneasiness was gradually amplified.

Something definitely happened around here.

But this place is also managed by Dachang City.

In other words, the person in charge is Yang Jian. If there is really a supernatural incident, he will definitely be notified. Why didn’t he hear similar reports from Zhang Hua?

There are too many things, but this place is serious, so it is down?

There are some other reasons.

With all kinds of doubts, Yang Jian drove to a village about five or six kilometers away from Yang Town.

Meishan Village.

The name of the village is a bit strange because there are no plum blossoms and no mountains here. I don’t know why this name was named. Maybe it has changed hundreds of years, which has changed the landform.

The village is very quiet.

Like most villages across the country, young people go out and some villagers move out. There are really not many people left. However, now that it is the New Year, there are still some people returning home, but they still seem a little deserted. It seems that young people are getting more and more busy with work now.

Xiaoyuan, is your friend from our village?If not, I can send her back first.Yang Jian asked.

Of course, she lives with me now and is my best friend.Liang Yuan said with a smile.

Yang Jian felt a little strange, but without asking any more, he immediately drove into the village and found an open space to stop.

Cousin, then we'll go back first and see you tonight.

Liang Yuan and her friend got off the car, then waved their hands with a smile, and then quickly ran into the village with their things and disappeared quickly at the corner.

OKYang Jian nodded.

My cousin’s home is not far from her old house, and it is all in the same village wherever it can be.

I feel that your hometown is very pure. I will often accompany you to stay here in the future.Jiang Yan stretched and felt that the air here was fresh, quiet and peaceful, and very comfortable.

And only after she got here did she feel like she became a woman in Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, but rushed directly to the old house.

His old house is a bit old, and it was built at some time when his father was alive. The style of that period seemed quite old, but it was one of the best in the village at that time, but now it has been completely out of date.

soon.

A two-story cement house appeared in front of him.

It has been uninhabited for a long time, with some moss growing on the house, and the various aging and abandoned appearances give people a slightly gloomy feeling.

But the house is very clean, because no one lives in it, there are only some miscellaneous items. In addition, Yang Jian’s mother Zhang Fen came back a few days early, so there was no odor after ventilation and maintenance. It was refreshing and tidy, so you can move in for a short period of time.

But Yang Jian was not concerned about this, so he went directly to the second floor of the room.

There is a room on the second floor that is not very useful, which is closed all year round. It used to be used to pile up debris, but since his father's death, the room has become a place for portraits.

Jiang Yan followed behind, looking at the surrounding environment curiously.

She was a little inexplicably panicked and a little uneasy about this old house, as if she had encountered a supernatural incident before, so she did not dare to fall behind at all, for fear that something would happen after falling behind would happen, and Yang Jian would not have time to protect himself.

Will his father be a person who deals with supernatural events?

Yang Jian could not suppress his curiosity, so he ran directly to the room where his father's portrait was.

Because his father passed away for too long, and in his current state, he did not feel any sadness, and everything seemed very calm.

After opening the door.

A relatively ordinary old wooden table is placed with a black and white photo, and next to the photo is some incense burners and other things, which are used for tribute.

The man in the portrait is a young man in his early twenties. The portrait was not taken when his father died, but was made from previous photos, so it feels a bit inconsistent.

The young man's appearance is very similar to Yang Jian.

Smiling, sunny and handsome.

If Yang Jian is more mature, exercise more, and shine more, he may be more similar to the people in the photo.

So, if someone thinks that the person in this photo is not Yang Jian’s father, probably no one believes it.

When Jiang Yan saw this portrait, she hurriedly bowed her head and bowed, and then prepared to take a few incense sticks.

Yang Jian looked at him and said nothing. His eyes were observing, not as a worshiper, but as a ghostly eye Yang Jian.

No exceptions.

As a result, he was a little disappointed and relieved.

There was nothing worthy of his attention in this room, and he had nothing strange about it.

But I can't be so arbitrary. I care a lot about Mr. Qin's words. People with his identity will not say such an irrelevant word for no reason. If they say it, there must be a reason. The portrait in this room should have been set up later. I should go to find places where my father often went during his lifetime, or where he often stayed during his lifetime.

Yang Jian began to ponder.

He felt that he must have found the wrong direction.

Yang Jian, don’t you go and worship?Jiang Yan handed a few incense sticks and said.

Yang Jian was silent for a moment, took the incense, bowed to the strange father, and then left the room.

But after he turned around and left and closed the door.

I don't know if it was a change in light or something that was incomprehensible happened.

The man's face on the portrait was shrouded in the darkness, giving people an incomprehensible weirdness, like a person hiding in the darkness peeking at everything here.

The lit incense emits a slightly red light, swaying and gradually extinguishing.

Our room is here. My mom has already packed it up before. If you are tired, you can rest first. You can take something out of the car, because you may stay here for several days.Yang Jian walked to the room next door.

It was a simple and clean bedroom.

That, Yang Jian, next door is... your father's portrait. Isn't it scary to live here?I don’t mean to be disgusted, I’m just a little timid, you know.Jiang Yan said nervously.

Yang Jian said: I checked it just now, there is no problem, and if there is something wrong, isn’t I still there?What are you afraid of?

Then I will be with you tonight, and you can't walk away alone.Jiang Yan said.

good.Yang Jian did not refuse and nodded.