Chapter 218 Looking back in time
"Ten years, time has been looked back at least ten years." Wen Zhong was sitting on the dusty bed thinking.
It can be inferred from Hong Shuangquan's age that after he returned from the village this time, the length of time he went back was about ten years.
The more he thought about it, the more Wen Zhong felt that his current situation was quite dangerous.
Horror.
The long-lost fear filled his heart again, and the difficulty span of the second stage of the ceremony was simply extraordinary.
It is impossible for Wen Zhong to conquer this ghost village. He can only find a way to find the ticket and complete the so-called second stage of the ritual honestly.
“It’s the same problem again. There is no hint about the ticket at all. In this case, it is almost impossible to find the ticket.”
His current situation is very weak. Envoy.
He could only choose to wait, waiting for the date to go back day by day, and at the same time look for the ticket.
Of course, the premise is that the ticket does not appear in the next ten years, otherwise he can almost be sentenced to death.
“The current obvious abnormality is the water pool outside the village. After going back in time, the village becomes normal, but this is only temporary. As the backtracking deepens, it will always be different. The terrifying confrontation hidden in the village."
"So, what should we do now?" Wen Zhong thought.
He doesn't want to go to that water pool for the time being, because the blackened ghost is still dormant in the water pool. Once the backtracking time exceeds Dai Zhibin, there should be no problem.
But how long do we have to wait for this time?
"Actually, if you think about it from another way, what happened here is not a time regress, but a very strange supernatural phenomenon, which seems to make sense."
Thinking like this, Wen Zhong stood up and walked out He was going to look for some more clues in this village.
Currently, Baiyang Village is considered safe, but it won’t be so after a while. No, it should be said that it should be said to go back for a while.
“I need to ask more questions related to the history of Baiyang Village, so that if time goes back, I can know in time how long it goes back.”
Thinking like this, Wen Zhong I sneaked into the small square where the uncles and aunts were dancing.
Different from the lively square dances in the city, there is no harsh music in the square dance in Baiyang Village. There are only the lead dancers who stand in front of the team and keep beating the time, and the uncles and aunts with dull expressions who look weak.
Among a group of old people, a young man in his early twenties slipped in. He was very eye-catching no matter where he was, let alone among the square dancing team.
Soon, an old man with a stubble on his face and his skin tanned by the sun came over. He stared at Wen Zhong with doubts on his face, and then said for a long time: "Young man, you are not one of us. People in the village, if you are here to travel, you can go to other places to see, we must be careful I won’t entertain you as I prepare for the competition.”
“Uncle, I’m here to participate in the competition. I’m a foreign aid invited by your village chief. I’ll dance with you,” Wen Zhong said. There is a big roc spreading its wings without expression. Just looking at this style, it already has the charm of an uncle and an aunt.
"What is outside?"
Obviously, Wen Zhong's words successfully touched the uncle's knowledge blind spot.
"It's a foreign aid." Wen Zhong explained: "He is the one who is here to help you win the game."
As soon as these words came out, the expression on the uncle's face became even more confused. To describe it as confused, it took him a long time before he spoke again: "You city people are really good at playing."
Immediately, the uncle returned to the square dance team, and the leader saw that Wen Zhong was not causing trouble. Meaning, just let him continue to stay here.
Pretend to be cooked.
This was a temporary countermeasure that Wen Zhong came up with. In addition to asking about the history of Baiyang Village, he also had another purpose, which was to find out the whereabouts of the other people.
Just like the middle-aged Hong Shuangquan had an impression of himself, these old people might also have an impression of the other people.
Of course, the premise is that the time he traces back is not the earliest.
Currently, I only know that Dai Zhibin's backtracking time is earlier than his own. He cannot know the backtracking progress of No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4 and Wang Muyou.
No matter what, give it a try.
Soon, the intense and wonderful square dance came to an end as the sun set, and the faces of the uncles and aunties also showed rare smiles of satisfaction.
"Young man, your square dance moves are really good. You really deserve to be that foreigner, foreigner or something, haha."
The old man who had talked to me before took the initiative to come forward and praise Wen. Wen Zhong, and several other uncles and aunts around him also came up to chat, and for a while Wen Zhong was surrounded by water.
"Wherever, wherever, I dance with you. Dear uncles and aunts, I have something to ask you." After a few casual remarks, Wen Zhong also chose to get to the point directly.
"I am majoring in archeology. I wonder if you can tell me the history of our Baiyang Village."
As soon as these words came out, the elders and aunties were obviously stunned, although they didn't know why an archaeologist who could only hear it occasionally on the radio would be interested in the history of Baiyang Village.
But they still told Wen Zhong some of the history of Baiyang Village that they knew.
To summarize what the uncles and aunts said, the biggest feature of Baiyang Village is that it has no characteristics. The same mountains, the same water, the same fields, the same people, even the daily routine is the same as outside. The mountain villages are exactly the same.
As for history, it is all trivial and has no reference value at all.
However, when Wen Zhong asked if they had met anyone dressed similarly to him before, an old man did provide him with some useful clues.
"About twenty years ago, it was a dark and windy night. Well, a man about this tall and strong, wearing black, passed by my house."
The uncle gestured while While saying: "I had a profound impression of him at that time, but it was not because of the clothes he wore, but because of what he said."
"Oh? What did he say." Wen Zhong asked road.
"He said: 'Damn, why is the time this time incorrect? I have obviously mastered the rules of this village, how could this happen? If this continues, the ticket will fly away. ’”
Wen Zhong said: “Is that all?”
The uncle said: "At that time, all I could think about was going to the county seat, so when he said about the ticket, I rushed out immediately, just to see what the ticket looked like."
"The ticket turned out to be I didn’t see it, but I did see the back of that person. He looked quite energetic. There seemed to be a mask hanging around his waist, and there seemed to be a word written on it. I can’t quite remember what it was.” (End of this chapter.) )