Chapter 8: Is Tian Mi Still Alive?

  Is it Pangzi or Chujing? How did he know that they would come to the village today? Even their departure time was so accurate! A string of question marks floated in Wang Ke's mind, and what made her most suspicious was what this person's purpose was. Is it related to Wang Chu?

  At this time, Tian Mi, who had just recovered from her panic, looked at Wang Ke with suspicion and asked: "Ke'er sister, what's wrong with you?" However, Tian Mi seemed to have no courage to take a step forward because Chu Jing's dead face was too frightening. Originally not considered beautiful but also delicate, now it was completely sunken in, just like someone had used some kind of grinding tool to grind her facial features flat, without leaving any bloodstains.

  Wang Ke got up and walked towards Tian Mi, her expression dim. She was thinking about whether to tell Tian Mi about this matter, but she was also worried that the sudden change would frighten the girl, so she hesitated. It seemed as if Wang Ke had just flashed through the unreliable idealism of the crown prince in her mind a moment ago.

  If this fifth person was Chu Jing, then how did she suddenly meet with disaster. But if it's Pangzi, Pangzi seems to have no suspicious circumstances at all.

  Wang Ke even despised herself for how she became timid at critical moments, directly going over to coerce the fat man into confessing the truth. Why did it have to be so troublesome? However, once fear took root in her heart, it was difficult to eradicate. She couldn't control her mind from wandering, thinking that dead people weren't scary, but the endless demons in her mind were terrifying. At this moment, the horrific images that Wang Cang had instilled in her kept flashing before her eyes, as well as the corpses she had seen lying in pools of blood. It seemed that she was no longer suspicious of Wang Cang, and if the fifth person wasn't human, then the fat man beside her might be...

  She didn't dare to think further, no matter if the fat man in front of her was human or ghost, now she must not alarm him. And what's most urgent now is to enter the village and find Wang Cang, to investigate the cause of Chu Jing's death.

  ……

  In the village, rows of tile-roofed houses and small buildings stood in disorderly array, their sparse lights insufficient to illuminate the sky, so that the whole village seemed still shrouded in the dark night.

  A young man with a worried look on his face had a palm-sized water stain stuck to the front of his shirt.

  "Village head, that's all I have to say. I'm sure this woman is connected to Wang Nainai's corpse transformation!" the young man said affirmatively.

  The village chief, as usual, had a calm expression, and after taking a light puff of smoke from his mouth, a cloud of hazy white smoke emerged from his nostrils: "Well, since you believe in this, follow me!"

  The village head led Wang Cui to the inner room and said, "Old lady, please help me ask the deceased Wang Cuihua if it was her doing that made Wang Cui fall ill in a coma this afternoon!"

  The Wang Cuihua in Village Chief's mouth is the Grandma Wang in Wang Chou's mouth.

  But Wang Cang heard that he was asking a dead person, and at the moment he was confused. Talking to the dead is only possible in movies, it's all fake. Now I really want to see it with my own eyes, and I'm actually quite looking forward to it. Everyone in the village knows that the village chief's wife used to be a shaman, this skill should still be there, no doubt about it.

  The village head's wife put down the work in her hands, went to the kitchen, and came back with a white ceramic bowl and a pair of red wooden chopsticks.

  The prince looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see anything special about the bowl and chopsticks, so he said with an embarrassed expression: "Nanny, you're being too polite, I'm not hungry, really!"

  The wife placed the ceramic bowl on the table, added half a bowl of water, and it was still steaming hot. Then she handed the pair of red chopsticks to Wang Cang, after which her mouth suddenly started chanting in a bird language that Wang Cang couldn't understand at all.

  Wang Chu looked at him and suddenly understood that he was not being entertained by himself, his face flushing with a hint of embarrassment.

  Xiao Cang quickly inserted the chopsticks in his hand into the bowl and immediately let go. The old woman finished reciting, then hastily said, her voice seeming very severe.

  Just a moment ago, Wang Cang's soul was still wandering in the movie he had once admired, completely unaware of what the old woman was doing.

  The old lady suddenly gave a stern order, and Wang Zhuo was completely unprepared. His mind went blank, and he subconsciously inserted the chopsticks in his hand into the bowl with force. Just as he let go, what were originally two dim and narrow eyes suddenly widened like glass balls, comically resembling a seasoned clown.

  At the moment he let go, the chopsticks stood upright in the bowl without any support.

  The king's heir had not yet been determined.

  "Wang Cuihua, if it wasn't you who made Wang Chusheng ill this morning, then get out of here immediately!" The old woman glared at the chopsticks.

  The wife's words had just fallen, the chopsticks standing upright in the bowl suddenly fell over, making two crisp knocking sounds. Then, the two chopsticks suddenly broke in half from the middle, and the water in the bowl disappeared without a trace.

  Wang Cuihua's answer left the three people in the house stunned, and for a moment no one spoke. The only sound was the news anchor on TV speaking continuously.

  At this time, the village chief frowned and his old face was twisted like a steamed bun. He opened his mouth and said: "It seems that all of this is indeed done by that woman, but why did she want to kill so many people and entangle you?"

  Before Wang Cuo could respond, a piece of news on TV struck him like a thunderbolt on a clear day, leaving him breathless and nearly fainting.

  "At around 6:30 pm today, a traffic accident occurred on Provincial Highway S484, resulting in 17 deaths and two missing persons. The police confirmed that the names of the two missing persons are Wang Chu and Sun Haoming. Contact has been made with the families of 15 deceased individuals, while the identities of two female victims cannot be determined due to severe facial damage and require confirmation from their families."

  Wang Chu stared straight at the screen, and at this moment, the police lifted out a body covered with a cold white cloth, only the right foot was exposed, a white high-heeled shoe stained with blood. Wang Chu was very familiar with it, because Tian Mi wore the same shoes today.

  "Could it be... could that corpse be Tian Mi's? Then who was the one who came back with me? And isn't Sun Haoming just Fatty? Didn't he come up in Wang Ke's car?" Wang Chu's face showed a terrified expression, his trembling voice seemingly infecting the village chief and old lady beside him.

  There's an even bigger question that Wang Chubai couldn't figure out: on the way to the village with Tian Mi, they had clearly arrived safely, except for that nightmare he had halfway through. Could it be that my nightmare was the real one?

  Everything seems to be shrouded in a layer of dead ash again, and the current prince appears to have started getting confused, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.

  "Xiao Cang, what are you muttering about? I don't seem to understand!" The village chief asked, seemingly puzzled.

  The prince repeated the whole story from start to finish, only to be met with a sigh from the village elder.

  At this time, Wang Zhu suddenly thought of the old woman beside him, his eyes shining brightly, as if he had grasped a savior.

  The old wife seemed to have seen through it, and waved her hand decisively: "Don't look for me, I don't have the ability. The real ghosts in this world are not the same as the ghosts understood by the secular world. All those ghost-catching plays in the movies are fake. My plays were all used to deceive people when I was young, just to make a living."

  Long live the king!

  "What was that you just had?" Wang Chu pointed at the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

  The old woman didn't answer Wang Cuo and walked out of the house with a tottering gait.

  Wang Chu did not bother the old lady again. It's better to rely on oneself than others, let alone if his guess was correct, now Wang Ke is probably wandering in a pile of ghosts, full of crises. And that Chu Jing is simply too similar to Wang Nainai, it's unknown whether she is human or ghost.

  "Damn it, I didn't accumulate good deeds in my past life, and now I've invited evil in this one. My parents are gone, and all I got were ghosts and monsters." Wang Chu muttered to himself, feeling resentful, and rushed out the door.

  ……

  Just as Wang Chu ran out of the village, a dazzling light shone on his face, making it hard to open his eyes. He thought to himself, "Which bastard is being so rude?"

  The king seemed unwilling to show weakness, opened the flashlight in his hand and shone it at the people coming and going...

  Three people, but only two shadows.

  After Wang Cang carefully identified the three people, he found that the person without a shadow was Tian Mi.

  "King Ke, run quickly, come over!" Wang Chu almost used all his strength to shout, rushing towards King Ke who was sandwiched between the two of them, as if he had thrown caution to the wind, but Wang Chu would regret his impulsive action in the next moment.

  Tian Mi pouted with her small mouth, seemingly resentful of Wang Zhu's behavior, completely unaware of his abnormal state.

  Wang Ke stared intently at the emotionally intense Wang Chu, and with the added suspense from just now, she seemed to have realized something, grabbing Tian Mi who was about to suffocate and wanting to run.

  What a pity!

  On her other arm, a chill ran up to her brain, a deathly coldness.

  Today's tasks were many, so I followed up with 2600 words, tomorrow will make up for it