HLnovel Chapter 266: Strange Village Survival Guide 1
Chapter 266: Strange Village Survival Guide 1
Mingnan could accept this wish.
Before she opened her eyes, she felt someone shaking her arm.
"Nannan, Nannan, what's wrong with you? Wake up, don't scare me!"
It felt like if she didn't wake up, the people around her would cry at her grave the next second.
"I am fine."
Mingnan opened her eyes, brushed away the other person's arm, and looked carefully. There was a pretty girl sitting next to her, wearing a burgundy short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts. Her long hair was tied back, revealing a pair of big clear eyes, which were now sparkling with tears, and she looked pitiful.
She is the heroine of this novel, the original owner’s best friend—An Jiale.
"I'm glad you're okay. Get out of the car and help."
The couple sitting together in front glanced at them.
Mingnan unbuckled his seat belt, rubbed the uncomfortable part, patted An Jiale's shoulder, and said helplessly: "Get out of the car."
An Jiale followed closely behind her and asked worriedly, "Are you really okay? Your tone seems a little off."
How could anyone maintain a good tone if they knew they were about to enter a haunted village?
Mingnan sighed silently and got out of the slightly deformed car door.
The sound outside suddenly became clear.
The rain had not stopped yet, making crackling sounds as the leaves and grass were hit. Leaden clouds piled up in the sky, forming a thick layer, covering the surroundings with darkness. The colors of everyone's clothes were surprisingly bright, and there was an eerie gorgeousness to them.
Mingnan didn’t know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the wind was blowing with a bit of gloomy energy.
Her arm suddenly tightened, and the cold touch made her shudder instantly.
Mingnan swallowed the exclamation that almost came out of his mouth, lowered his head stiffly, and found that the person who was holding him was An Jiale.
She said helplessly: "Ancestor, what's wrong?"
An Jiale held her with one hand and held the phone in the other hand and asked anxiously: "Nannan, my phone has no signal, what about yours?"
Mingnan untied her hand without leaving a trace, took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, unlocked it while shielding his hand from the rain, and checked the time first, finding that it was only two o'clock in the afternoon.
With this kind of sky, if you don’t know, you would think it’s night.
Not surprisingly, her phone had no signal either, and only 62 percent of its battery remained.
An Jiale muttered after seeing this: "You don't have a signal either... Oh, I guess everyone is the same, this is bad."
The driver came around the front of the car, wiped the water off his face, and said solemnly: "The car is badly damaged. We can't move."
The driver's name was Zhou Youhe, a middle-aged man in his forties, very tall and thin. They all called him Lao Zhou.
"What should we do? There's no village or shop nearby. Will it help if we call the police?" The couple who had been sitting in front of Mingnan huddled together and fiddled with their phones to send a message for help.
But I don’t know whether it has been sent out, and I don’t know when the rescuers will arrive.
"Are we just going to wait here? There are mountains all around here. Will there be wild animals at night?"
A girl in a grey sportswear came out from the rear of the car. She had short hair that reached her ears and bangs that were a little long covering her eyes. She looked very introverted and spoke in a low voice.
Mingnan recalled that everyone introduced themselves when they got on the bus. Her name seemed to be Lin Jing?
Her words reminded An Jiale, who turned pale with fright.
"Yeah, if there are wild boars, tigers or something, we won't die here, right?"
"Not really, don't say such discouraging words."
The driver, Lao Zhou, rubbed his face again, fished out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his washed-out jeans, took out a cigarette and subconsciously wanted to smoke it, but after thinking about it, he put it away, biting the cigarette butt and holding it in his mouth, mumbling, "There are three more guys who have gone to find the way. Let's discuss it when they come back."
As soon as the words fell, a vibrant voice rang out - "We are back!"
Mingnan looked over and thought inappropriately, this man has so much internal energy, so his yang energy should not be weak, right?
205 seemed to have been triggered by a keyword and started laughing.
Mingnan pretended not to hear.
Under the dark sky, ancient trees are towering and densely packed together, and three tall shadows are approaching from afar.
The one walking in front was a very strong and handsome guy wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and overalls, and a pair of white sneakers. The sneakers were now covered in mud and their original appearance could no longer be recognized.
He frowned, obviously in a bad mood.
Mingnan narrowed his eyes. This was the male protagonist Yan Zhen.
There were two people walking side by side behind him. The one on the left was called Gao Shuangbin, a lively young man about 180cm tall with fluffy short curly hair.
The handsome guy on the right is called Jiang Man. He is about the same height as Yan Zhen, probably over 185cm tall. He is wearing a loose, colorful shirt with big flowers printed on it. The hem of his shirt is tucked into straight jeans, which makes his legs look extremely long.
Noticing Mingnan's gaze, Jiang Man turned his head and looked over, his eyes moving slightly.
A familiar throbbing arose in the depths of Mingnan's soul.
However, the eye contact only lasted for two seconds before Jiang Man looked away.
"Uncle Zhou, we went for a walk in the woods, but there was no road at all. We couldn't get through." Gao Shuangbin said, wiping the rain off his face.
"what?"
Everyone couldn't help but wail. Zhang Yan, the girl in the couple, sighed, "What should we do?"
"The weather forecast says there will be heavy rain today. It looks like it will continue to rain. I'm afraid we won't be able to get rescued today."
Yan Zhen was still calm. He stood among the crowd, looked at Lao Zhou, and said in a deep voice:
"Uncle Zhou, you are familiar with this area. Do you know where we can stay?"
In an instant, all eyes were focused on Lao Zhou.
Old Zhou took off his cigarette irritably and twisted it back and forth in his hand, "There is no place to stay in this damn place..."
He paused as he spoke, his expression somewhat subtle.
Gao Shuangbin caught it sharply and immediately asked, "Really? Uncle Zhou, haven't you been driving here for several years? Haven't you heard of it?"
Lao Zhou grabbed his short hair, frowned and said, "Indeed there is, but that place is too remote. I have never been there, so I am not sure if it still exists."
"Where?" Li Yiming, the male in the couple, was annoyed by his hesitant attitude and raised his voice. "You promised us that you would take us to the station before we got on the bus. Now something happened, you have to take responsibility!"
Zhang Yan pulled him back and glared at him disapprovingly.
Li Yiming broke free from her arms and put his hands on his hips impatiently.
Old Zhou was also a little impatient, and said unhappily: "That place is called Luoyang Village. I heard it is in the mountain valley ahead. If we go from here, we can get there in about an hour."
"What are you waiting for? Let's go."
Li Yiming turned around and took his bag from the van.
An Jiale observed Lao Zhou's expression and asked hesitantly, "Is there something wrong with the village? Xenophobia?"
"Not really, it's just not very peaceful." Old Zhou said vaguely.
Mingnan curled his lips. It was not just uneasy, it was simply like ghosts dancing in a disco.
But they had no choice at the moment and the message for help was not sent out at all.
Moreover, the roads in the front and back mountainous areas were blocked by mudslides, and there was no other road to take. It would take a week before traffic could resume.
She resigned herself to her fate and shut her mouth, listening to the discussion. In the end, everyone decided to try their luck in Luoyang Village.