"Five days ago..."

Uncle Yang's face was changing wildly.

Finally, his expression became a little complicated. After a long time, he actually sighed: "Forget it, come in."

He walked over with a crutch and said, "It's day now, and those things won't appear anymore. You are so lucky that you haven't been sent in..."

His words were too obvious. Song Yanqing listened carefully and it was difficult to speak. Zong Yu asked at the right time: "Uncle Yang, what are you talking about?"

Uncle Yang's cheeks twitched: "Let's talk about it when you come in."

Zong Yu and Song Yanqing nodded and walked in.

Uncle Yang asked them to enter the yard and pulled out a stool for them. His eyes fell on Song Yanqing and looked at him carefully for a few minutes before saying, "He came with you?"

Zong Yu hesitated and said, "No, they arrived this morning."

Uncle Yang couldn't help but be shocked. He looked at Song Yanqing and looked up and down carefully, as if he was completely shocked.

His expression made Zong Yu unable to help it anymore: "Uncle Yang, why is it?"

He sat down, his fists tightly clenched: "To be honest, when we came back five days ago, the people in the village ignored us. I don't know why. You seem to be at home these days, so why don't you open the door when I came to find you."

"That's because we can't see you at all!"

Uncle Yang said this, which made Song Yanqing and Zong Yu feel a little silenced.

After a while, Zong Yu calmly said, "Qiao Jin is right."

People in the village really can't see them.

In other words, in these five days, they were like they were separated from the people in the village, two worlds.

It was clearly in the same space, but the other party couldn't see or touch them.

Yang Bozai looked at Zong Yu carefully: "You are not very surprised, it seems that you should have felt something when you came in."

Zong Yu did not speak, and Song Yanqing said in a gentle voice: "Uncle Yang, my name is Song Yanqing. I am Zong Yu's friend. Maybe you don't understand it very much, but I want to say that according to the information outside, someone in your village called the police a month ago, and then the news came out, saying that many people died in the village, but all the people sent in were missing, so we came in. Looking at your appearance, you obviously know that the world you are in is a bit weird. We are here to save you. You can tell what you know, so that we can make more accurate judgments."

"save?"

After hearing this, Uncle Yang's expression seemed a little sad: "What's worth saving? Since the news has spread, you all know that many people have died. Why does it seem that there is nothing in the village after entering? That's because we are already dead!"

Zong Yu: “…”

Song Yanqing: “…”

To be honest, this matter is really a bit beyond people's imagination.

It's even a bit creepy.

Zong Yu was a little surprised: "But you..."

Yang Bo was obviously good and could even talk to him. If he was dead, why could they talk to the dead?

Are they dead too?

Zong Yu felt that since Qiao Jin could come in, it meant that it was impossible.
Chapter completed!