When Chen Yang heard the village chief's words, he felt like many hands were pressed into a bucket of ice water.

Suffocation and biting coldness surged towards him in an instant.

That is to say, from the time when the average person is calculated by counting the number of people, there were not eleven people, but ten people.

There was a dead one who kept mingling inside.

But I didn't notice it the previous two times, but this time there was an abnormality.

Who is that ghost?

Chen Yang put down the hand that was holding Chao Jian and wiped the sweat of one hand on the clothes. His knuckles were stiff and his movements were not very flexible.

The seven people now are himself, Chao Jian, Xiao Xiang, Wang Kuanyou, Chen Xishuang, Qian Qin, and...

Chen Yang suddenly went to see Jiang Miao from Laoji Village.

He was a young girl with long braids tied with red ropes on her shoulders. Her skin on her face was a little rough, she was thin and wearing an old cloth dress.

She stood there, her head drooping, she didn't speak, she didn't cry or shout, her eyes were always closed.

Whether it was the two Jiang Da from the same village who failed to complete the per capita payment, the screams of missing arms and legs, the bleeding from the ground, or the killing of Jiang Miao from other places, she did not respond.

Even Wang Kuanyou's unexpected failure, the village chief said one possibility was that the number of people was wrong. One of the seven of them was not a human. She never opened her eyes when such a terrifying bomb was smashed out.

It seemed like waiting for a result in her own world, and nothing else around her could affect her.

Did the tragic situations of the last year make her feel pessimistic and desperate? She couldn't stand this torture at all, and she didn't want to die as terrible as all Jiang Miao, so she chose to commit suicide long ago?

Chen Yang thought of this, and others also thought of it.

The ghost was exposed.

The village chief walked up to the little girl and took a few steps back cautiously to get a distance from her. He held the long cigarette pole and put his hand behind him, and his wrinkled old face was covered with blue gray: "Jiang Miao."

The girl's closed eyelashes moved and slowly separated, revealing a pair of dry and red eyes.

The village chief's hand behind the back was shaking a little, and the long cigarette pole was shaking. He said in the tone of an elder: "You shouldn't be here, go where you should go."

The little girl opened her mouth blankly.

"Go!" The village chief turned his head, and there was a little choking in his old voice, "Your sister must be waiting for you."

The little girl seemed to have reacted. Her eyes were wide open until her maximum, and she said in surprise and anxiously: "Village Chief, I...I don't...I am..."

"no."

Xiao Xiang went to the little girl's place at some point and grabbed her hand.

"What's not?"

"She is human," said Xiao Xiang.

Everyone's faces changed.

"I am I!" the little girl nodded quickly, "I'm not dead, I'm alive, I'm just afraid, so I don't make a sound. I've made a lot of money, and I've sold a lot this year."

She trembled her shoulders and cried quietly, not understanding why everyone suspected her.

"It's not me, it's not me who gets in."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Since Jiang Miao from Laoji Village is alive...

That ghost is among them!

Cold sweat ejaculated on Chen Yang's back. Wang Kuanyou, who fainted from the per capita net without completing the average capital, must be no ghost, and there are only five people left.

He is not, Chao Jian is not.

There are three left.

Xiao Xiang, Chen Xishuang, Qian Qin.

Chen Yang turned his head to look at the three of them, his eyes fixed on the scarred Chen Xishuang.

My hands were shaking so hard that I couldn't meet for a long time.

"It's over... it's profitable..." The cigarette pole in the village chief's hand fell to the ground, "The total amount of 1,500 has been completed..."

"It's done..."

The old man seemed to be dreaming, leaving on his cigarette pier that he never left.

Chen Yang was also dreaming.

He regained consciousness after his calf was knocked down by a crutch.

It's safe.

This round is safe.

There is another one at 8:30.

It was 7:55 pm at this time, very close to 8:30, and the five of them were left in their place.

Several pools of blood flowed together and formed a large area.

The two ginger men were in a coma and no villagers came to care about them.

Chen Yang looked at the little girl in Laoji Village.

"After worshipping ancestors, after worshiping ancestors."

The little girl said something knowingly and continued to close her eyes.

As if as long as you can't see it, panic will ease.

Chen Yang learned from the little girl that when the matter is completely over, the villagers will carry them to treat them.

He glanced at something, his breathing was shortened for half a beat, and Wang Xiaobei's body disappeared.

Wang Kuanyou's left forearm was gone and he lost too much blood. He lay weakly in a pool of blood, and his body twitched from time to time due to pain.

"The time to leave the mission world is 8:30. At that time, as long as you have a breath, you can go back." Xiao Xiang was calm as usual.

"No, no, no, the per capita amount was not completed, the task failed."

Wang Kuanyou said intermittently: "I will stay here forever... forever."

He opened his eyes hard, trying to make himself look more energetic: "Without the curse, this village is just an ordinary village, and life here is good."

After saying that, he chuckled with a self-deprecating voice.

Why bother to deceive yourself? You can't go back any longer.

It doesn't matter what kind of ending it is.

Xiao Xiang saw Wang Kuanyou's defeat and the deadly aura that was relieved, so she stopped saying anything.

As the other party said, if you don’t make a per capita amount, you will fail the task.

This task is different from the previous ones.

Rules cannot be general.

Xiao Xiang suddenly thought of something and turned to see Chen Yang.

Before Chen Yang could speak, Wang Kuanyou said to him: "The notebook... is for you..."

Chen Yang closed his slightly opened mouth, rolled his Adam's apple, and said silently for a moment: "Okay, I will take it back."

Wang Kuanyou showed a look of what he wanted.

Compared to Xiao Xiang, he still prefers Chen Yang's three views.

He hopes that Chen Yang can go to the end.

Wang Kuanyou's eyes turned one way, and the boy with crutches who could not see through in that direction. His pupils began to dissipate and he slowly closed his eyes.

Chen Yang went over to investigate Wang Kuanyou's aura, and there was another point.

The same is true for the two Jiang Das from Laoji Village.

Chen Yang wiped off the blood stained on his trouser legs and fainted. He whispered to Chao Jian: "When the village chief said that one of us was not a human, you flashed through my mind."

Chao Jian said nothing.

"Jiang Miao is a person from this world. We all have identity numbers and are also citizens of this world."

Chen Yang said: "You are the only one who is a black householder."

Therefore, it is very likely that the Jiangren will be regarded as an alien.

"But I thought again, if it were you, the twenty-five people would not be full at the beginning." Chen Yang said to himself, and after that, he exhaled a breath that was held in his heart.

The next second, Chen Yang leaned his body towards Jian and muttered strangely: "So, you don't have an identity number, you are also from this world."

Roll up your sleeves towards Jian.

Chen Yang subconsciously lowered his eyes and saw something, the weirdness in his eyes turned into embarrassment.

There were handprints on the boy's forearm, which were buckled out.
To be continued...