Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Ze Ning unknowingly moved closer to Qin Yi. He was extremely sensitive, and for some reason, he had a bad premonition about this place.
The atmosphere suddenly turned without any warnings; it was extremely strange.
“Are we really going in?” Wang Wenwen swallowed saliva, her eyes darting about.
She was not afraid of the heavens or anything but ghosts!
The village was extremely sinister, almost as though it was a haunted village.
“What, Wenwen? Are you scared?” Feng Qingge blinked her eyes at her as though in disdain.
She had never been afraid of ghosts because there was something even more terrifying than ghosts in the world: humans.
“Who? Who says so? I’m not afraid. Mao Zedong once said that all demons and ghosts are paper tigers.” Wang Wenwen looked at Qin Yi and harrumphed.
Are you kidding? How could she act afraid in front of her charming prince?
“Wenwen, don’t be afraid. I will protect you,” Qin Yi consoled Wang Wenwen.
This youth with looks that were out of this world seemed to have pitch black eyes that could even cover light. She knew that Qin Yi was a girl, but she was still able to make her heart flutter.
‘Wuwuwu! How bashful! She is intentionally provoking me again!
“En, I believe in my prince charming.”
Wang Wenwen always trusted this youth- No. This young lady right from the very beginning.
Qin Yi and the rest chatted amongst themselves, making the ghost-faced old man impatient. He spoke up with a hint of annoyance in his voice, “Are you guys coming in or not? Otherwise, I’m closing the door.”
The ghost-faced old man’s mouth reached to his drooping ears and the pitch-black night made him look even more sinister and terrifying. If any child were present, they would most probably cry.
Oh no! Mrs. Chu was so shocked that she did not dare open her eyes, trembling behind Chu Jiaojiao.
“We are entering, we are definitely entering. Apologies Uncle. We made you wait.”
Qin Yi’s attitude was extremely good, causing the ghost-faced old man’s anger to decrease slightly.
The group entered the village. Yang Cheng held onto Chu Jiaojiao and walked in the center. Qin Yi and Ze Ning were at the front, while Feng Qingge and Wang Wenwen stood at the back.
Qin Yi was the vanguard and entered the extremely quiet village. Many people stood outside their homes. Upon their entrance, countless eyes stared right at them.
For some reason, Qin Yi felt that their gazes were strange; some even had a hint of excitement.
She did not understand why they were so excited.
But all of them shared something in common. They were skinny. Terribly skinny. To the point of their stomachs had caved in.
“Hey, ghost face, where did these lost children come from?” A middle-aged man with yellow teeth widened his eyes and stared at Qin Yi’s group.
Qin Yi frowned, the gaze making her uncomfortable.
“Old Han, they want to rest in our village for a night. I’m bringing them to a vacant house.”
Ghost-face old man, who was also called ghost face, frowned and looked at the middle-aged man, whose name was Old Han.
“Alright, alright, I was just asking. You can continue.” Old Han’s expression took a drastic turn from joy to solemness for some strange reason.
“It’s good that you know. I’m bringing them there,” Old Han’s attitude made ghost face very satisfied.
Ghost face turned and looked at Qin Yi, “Follow me. It’s already late and you guys need to rest.”