Luo Xian had already drank several tables in a row, and a red glow appeared on his fair face.

Facing some strange relatives and friends, she still maintained enough enthusiasm, pursed her lips and kept toasting.

Ji Li sat on the main table all the time, putting his hands in front of his knees, staring at an elder at the same table.

At this main table, they were all relatives who were closely related to the Luo family. Because Luo's father was "not welcome", he did not attend the banquet at all.

The second uncle became the host of the table. He was gathering with everyone to praise Luo Xian.

And on this table, only this old man who seemed to be in his seventies didn't say anything from beginning to end.

The old man's clothes are also out of place.

Wuer Village is not poor at all, and the conditions are good in all aspects, so everyone's clothes are not much different from those of the citizens in the city.

Only this old man was wearing a patched cotton coat, and was as thin as a hair. His hands with chopsticks were not full of flesh.

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

The excitement around seemed to have nothing to do with him. He didn't look up and just drank the wine sips, holding the nearest dish in front of him.

Logically speaking, 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 always staring at me if you don't eat?"

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

Although the old man looked weak, he was quite confident in his voice.

Although Ji Li didn't know much about village missions, most of them were related to rural monster talks.

Some elderly people in this kind of mission are likely to become a breakthrough and are a major channel for obtaining information.

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

"For the first time I came here, I want to learn some stories about Wuhou Village."

"Oh, why are the niece-son-in-law anxious? Let's have two drinks first and stay at my second uncle's house tonight. I'll tell you all night, don't worry."

The second uncle took this opportunity to hold the wine glass and put it over Ji Li's shoulders, and said in a drunken smell.

Ji Li frowned at this action. He glanced at the rosy second uncle below, but did not choose to push it away. Instead, he became more vigilant in his heart.

This second uncle seemed to have been talking nonsense, but his ears were always on Ji Li's side, otherwise he wouldn't have talked so promptly.

But the skinny old man drank the wine in his glass at this moment.

With a bang, he slapped the wine glass on the table, stood up shakingly, and left without telling anyone.

Before leaving, the old man narrowed his eyes and glanced at Ji Li, and then disappeared into the yard.

The second uncle drank a pale face, and he hugged Ji Li's shoulders, and the wine glass was hanging in the air.

Ji Li knocked down the second uncle's hand on his shoulder, picked up a bottle of unopened white wine on the table, stood up and said:

"Luoxian is a little drunk, I'll go to toast her."

"Oh, okay... OK."

Uncle Er looked at Ji Li with blurred eyes and his tongue began to tie knots.

Luo Xian was already shaking, but she was still full of smiling faces. She was sitting among the group of women and smiling politely. The group seemed to be having a happy chat.

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

"There is something under the wine glass on the empty seat of the main table. Go and find the thin old man. He has nothing to say."

Luo Xian seemed drunk, but in fact his eyes were still particularly clear and he started acting quietly.

His body shook and almost fell off the stool. Ji Li helped him up in time and said to the few people:

"She can't drink much, so I'll drink it for her."

"Is that true? You have to get a few fines first, a few drinks."

Ji Li opened the bottle in his hand directly, raised his head and poured half a bottle in one breath. Everyone praised his good alcohol tolerance.

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

...

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

Luo Xian threw the wine glass to the mound and opened the note left by the thin old man. There was an address on it.

A strange look flashed through her eyes. It seemed that Ji Li had observed well, and the first clue was here.

The second uncle's family is located on the east side of the village entrance, and the thin old man's home needs to pass through the entire village.

Luo Xian turned his head and looked at the people in the yard and left quietly.

It was similar to Bai Huaiguang's experience. She had never seen anyone on the way to the west of the village.

There is only the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking on both sides, and some red painted slogans can be seen on the road.

A strange feeling also appeared in Luo Xian's heart. Now it is the end of the year, so why is there no one on the street?

Even if there is a banquet at my second uncle's house, the whole village will not go there.

If the "entanglement" that Luo's father and his second uncle did not explain is listed as the first doubt, then the strangeness of the village is the second doubt.

If you can get some information from the thin old man in this trip, it may explain some problems.

Luo Xian walked quickly along the Central Street, and as she walked, she suddenly stopped.

She was not satisfied with her speed, but she had already left for more than ten minutes, but it seemed that she would take seven or eight minutes to think about the west side of the village.

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

And the thin old man had a physique that could blow down even a gust of wind. How could he not see him after walking for so long?

The old man left the field and went out with Luo Xian, but it was only less than three minutes apart.

It would never be that Luo Xian, a young man in his twenties, could not catch up with the old man in his seventies.

Luo Xian frowned, opened his cuffs and showed off the sinful objects of the watch, and carefully observed the surroundings.

However, the pointer on the dial still rotates according to the normal trajectory and no supernatural power was detected.

"Did I think too much? Could it be that he is taking another shortcut..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Since Luoxian does not know about Wuer Village, it is not ruled out that the thin old man knows the shortcut to go home.

After thinking for a while, she took out her cell phone and dialed Ma Mingyu's phone number, and soon the other side answered.

Ma Mingyu responded directly, sure it was himself.

Luo Xian held his cell phone and looked at the West and said softly:

"You are here to the third household in the west of the village now, and I'll wait for you at the door."

The sound on Ma Mingyu was very noisy, but he immediately agreed and hung up the phone without any pause.

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

This was the first outsider she had seen. She quickly stepped forward and stopped him and asked softly:

"Are you at home by yourself?"

The boy was suddenly stopped and his face was a little panicked, but seeing that Luo Xian looked good, 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 the palm of his hand, and asked:

"Children, do you know the old man who lives in the third home in the west of the village?"

The boy kneaded the chocolate wrapping paper, tore it apart, and nodded obediently:

"He is the village chief's grandfather. I heard from my mother that he gave me the name he personally when I was born."

Luo Xian felt relieved. It seemed that he was over-thinking.

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

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

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

Just as she was stunned, a hand suddenly pushed her chest with great force, pushing her back.

A middle-aged woman with a somewhat ugly appearance and a majestic physique like a man held the boy in her arms and said sternly:

"You are the daughter of Luo Jianjun's family? Why are you running back after not coming back for many years? Let's go away!"

In Luo Xian's eyes, the woman hugged the boy and returned to the door and locked the door.
Chapter completed!