You return to your hometown in the countryside in the middle of the night and look up to see the old tree at the head of the village smiling at you.
After careful observation, you realized that it was just a butterfly. You breathed a sigh of relief, but you forgot to think about why a butterfly as big as a human head lit up so brightly in the middle of the night.
After returning home and sitting in front of the church to rest, you suddenly realize that the village is too quiet, not even the sound of insects. You couldn't help but feel like something wasn't quite right.
So you plan to:
[1. Go out to find Uncle Huo Wang, the village guard whom you haven't seen for many years;]
[2. Call Lao Yang, an old classmate with whom we have a good relationship;]
[3. Contact Randolph, the foreign professor at the university who always takes care of you;]
[4. The haunted house boss Chen I met this morning found the haunted house material he was looking for;]
[5. Knock on the door of the old man with unibrowed eyebrows, Lao Lin, next door;]
6. Call your best friend's axe-wielding bald dad;
[7. The stick-playing golden-haired monkey picked up near the Tutu Temple this morning seemed to have some reaction outside the hospital;]
Zhen Huairen silently took two steps back, guarding the golden-haired monkey in front of him. He pointed his finger at the ghost with an angry look: "Old ghost, aren't you awesome? Come on! Come on, let's try with this man."
He secretly whispered into the monkey's ear: "Great Sage, I am not a human being, you can cut him!"
[The weird genre of funny complaints can always scare you when it's funny, and it can always make you laugh when it scares you]
Reader comments
Can't read. . .
The emotional protagonist is a native and not a time traveler? Moreover, the people who are called here and the readers think differently.
Come on, come on, come on!
I'll go, I'll go, this book is so good. Who wrote it? It turned out to be me.
Can't read. . .
The emotional protagonist is a native and not a time traveler? Moreover, the people who are called here and the readers think differently.
Come on, come on, come on!
I'll go, I'll go, this book is so good. Who wrote it? It turned out to be me.