Chapter 606 Died Last Year

Luo Xian had already drunk at several tables in a row, and a blush appeared on her fair face.

Facing some unfamiliar relatives and friends, she still maintained enough enthusiasm, smiling and toasting continuously.

Ji Li just sat at the main table, with his hands on his knees, staring at an elder at the same table.

At this main table were relatives with close ties to the Luo family. Because of Luo's father's "dislike", he did not attend this banquet at all.

The second uncle became the host of the banquet. He was now gathered with everyone to praise Luo Xian.

And at this table, only this old man who looked to be over 70 years old did not speak from beginning to end.

The old man's dress was also out of tune with everyone.

Wu'e Village was not poor at all, and the conditions in all aspects were good, so everyone's dress was not much different from that of citizens in the city.

Only this old man wore a patched cotton coat, skinny, and his hands holding chopsticks had no flesh but skin.

Sitting alone on the chair, he looked like a lonely and poor old man.

The bustle around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He didn't even look up, just drinking wine and picking up the nearest dish in front of him.

In theory, those who can sit at the main table are important relatives of the Luo family or important figures in the village.

This poor old man is too conspicuous in this area.

"Young man, why are you staring at me when you don't eat?"

Perhaps because he had been staring for a long time, the old man had already felt Ji Li's gaze and asked in a deep voice, but he still didn't look up.

Although the old man looked frail, his voice was quite confident.

Although Ji Li didn't know much about village-related tasks, most of them were related to rural ghost stories.

And some of the elderly in the village in this kind of task are likely to become a breakthrough and a major channel for obtaining information.

So Ji Li became more interested in this special old man and answered softly:

"This is my first time here. I want to know some stories about Wu'e Village."

"Oh, nephew, why are you in such a hurry? Let's drink two cups first and stay at my second uncle's house tonight. I'll tell you stories all night. Don't worry."

The second uncle took this opportunity to hold the wine glass and put his arm around Ji Li's shoulders, saying with a smell of alcohol.

Ji Li frowned at this action. He glanced at the ruddy second uncle with a squint, but did not choose to push him away. Instead, he became more alert in his heart.

This second uncle seemed to be talking nonsense and drinking, but his ears were always on Ji Li's side, otherwise he would not have spoken to him so promptly.

And the skinny old man drank the wine in the glass at this time.

He slammed the wine glass on the table with a bang, stood up staggeringly, and left without telling anyone.

Before leaving, the old man squinted his eyes and glanced at Ji Li, and disappeared in the yard.

The second uncle's face was blue and white from drinking, and he still hugged Ji Li's shoulders, with the wine glass hanging in the air.

Ji Li knocked down the hand that his second uncle had placed on his shoulder, picked up a bottle of unopened liquor on the table, stood up and said:

"Luo Xian is a little drunk, I'll go and toast her."

"Oh, OK... OK."

The second uncle looked at Ji Li with a dazed look in his eyes as he left, his tongue beginning to knot.

Luo Xian was a little shaky, but still smiling. She was sitting in the middle of a group of women, smiling politely. The group seemed to be chatting happily.

Ji Li walked behind Luo Xian with the bottle of wine, gently poked her back with his hand, and whispered in her ear:

"There's something under the wine glass at the empty seat at the main table. Go get it and find that skinny old man. He has something to say."

Luo Xian seemed drunk, but in fact her eyes were still exceptionally clear, and she began to act calmly.

She almost fell off the stool, but Ji Li helped her up in time and said to the others:

"She can't hold her liquor, take a break, I'll drink for her."

"Really? Young man, you have to drink a few glasses first."

Ji Li opened the bottle in his hand, raised his head and drank half a bottle in one breath, and everyone praised him for his good alcohol tolerance.

On the other side, Luo Xian also took this opportunity to evacuate, came to the main table to apologize to the second uncle and others, and took away the things under the old man's wine glass.

...

"The third house at the west end of the village."

Luo Xian threw the wine glass to the side of the mound, and opened the note left by the skinny old man, which had such an address on it.

A strange look flashed across her eyes, it seemed that Ji Li's observation was good, and the first clue person was here.

The second uncle's house was located on the east side of the village entrance, and the skinny old man's house needed to pass through the entire village.

Luo Xian turned her head and glanced at the people in the yard, and left quietly.

Similar to Bai Huaiguang's experience, she did not see anyone on the way to the west of the village.

There were only the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking on both sides, and some red painted slogans could be seen on the road.

Luo Xian also felt a sense of weirdness in her heart. Now it was the end of the year, how could there be no one on the street.

Even if there was a banquet at the second uncle's house, not all the villagers would go.

If the "entanglement" that Luo's father and the second uncle had never explained was listed as the first suspicious point, then the weirdness of the village was the second suspicious point.

If some information could be obtained from the skinny old man on this trip, it might be able to explain some problems.

Luo Xian walked quickly along the middle street, and she suddenly stopped walking.

Her speed was not full, but she had walked for more than ten minutes, but it seemed that it would take another seven or eight minutes to get to the west of the village.

This is the speed of an adult with good physical fitness.

How come the skinny old man, who seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, had walked for so long without seeing him?

It was less than three minutes between the old man leaving the scene and Luo Xian going out.

It was impossible that Luo Xian, a young man in his twenties, could not catch up with the old man in his seventies.

Luo Xian frowned, turned up his sleeves to show his watch, and carefully observed the surroundings.

However, the pointer on the dial still followed the normal trajectory and did not detect any supernatural power.

"Am I overthinking? Could it be that he took another shortcut..."

Since Luo Xian did not know Wu'e Village, she did not rule out the possibility that the skinny old man knew the shortcut home.

After thinking it over again and again, she took out her mobile phone and called Ma Mingyu, and the other party picked up the phone soon.

Ma Mingyu responded directly, confirming that it was him.

Luo Xian held the phone, looked west and said softly:

"Come to the third house in the west of the village now, I'll wait for you at the door."

Ma Mingyu's voice was very noisy, but he agreed without any pause and hung up the phone.

At this moment, the iron gate of the yard next to Luo Xian was opened, and a little boy holding a remote control car jumped out of the door.

This was the first outsider she saw, so she hurried forward to stop him and asked softly:

"Little friend, are you home alone?"

The boy was suddenly stopped and looked a little panicked, but seeing that Luo Xian was good-looking, he was not afraid and nodded slightly.

Luo Xian flipped through the backpack, took out a piece of chocolate from it and put it in his palm, and asked:

"Little friend, do you know the old grandfather who lives in the third house in the west of the village?"

The boy rubbed the wrapper of the chocolate, tore it open, and nodded again obediently:

"He is the village chief grandfather. My mother said that he gave me the name when I was born."

Luo Xian breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that she was worrying too much.

The little boy stared at Luo Xian with innocent eyes, but added:

"But he died last year and was buried in the forest behind the mountain."

Luo Xian was struck by lightning, and her smiling face froze at this moment.

Just as she was stunned, a hand suddenly pushed her chest with great force and pushed her to the ground.

A middle-aged woman with an ugly appearance and a physique as strong as a man held the boy in her arms and said sternly:

"You are Luo Jianjun's daughter, right? You haven't come back for so many years, why are you running back? Hurry up!"

In Luo Xian's eyes, the woman carried the boy back to the door and locked it.

In front of Luo Xian, the chocolate packaging was lying on the ground intact.