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The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Jiangjia Village was still shrouded in morning mist, and every household was still asleep.

"Help—!"

A piercing scream shattered the tranquility of the early morning.

The dogs at the village entrance were frightened and started barking wildly, and then all the dogs in the village started barking too.

"Woof woof woof!"

"Waaaaah—"

The barking of dogs was incessant, waking up many villagers.

"Who's yelling like that so early in the morning?"

"What happened? What's going on?"

Someone opened the window and looked out, and saw a figure limping and running wildly toward the village committee.

The man ran unsteadily, constantly looking back as if something was chasing him.

"Isn't that Jiang Gundao?"

"My God, what happened to him?"

Jiang Gundao's appearance at this moment was simply unbearable to look at.

One foot was bare, and the shoe on the other foot was nowhere to be found.

My pants were soaked and smelled strongly of urine.

His face was covered in dirt and sweat, and his hair was a mess like a bird's nest.

Most importantly, his eyes were wide open, like copper bells, with bloodshot whites, making him look like he had been scared out of his wits.

"A ghost! There's a ghost!"

Jiang Gundao ran and shouted, his voice distorted.

He rushed to the village committee compound and headed straight for the broadcasting room on the second floor.

"Bang!"

He kicked open the door to the broadcasting room.

Old Zhang, who was on duty, was dozing off at his desk when he was startled by the kick and almost fell off his chair.

"Rolling knife? What are you doing?"

Before Old Zhang could react, Jiang Gundao had already rushed to the broadcasting equipment.

With trembling hands, he turned on the loudspeaker that broadcast the news to the entire village.

"Sizzle—"

A hissing sound came from the electrical circuit.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Gundao's tearful voice was broadcast throughout the entire Jiangjia Village via every loudspeaker in the village.

"Attention, everyone in the village! Attention, everyone in the village!"

Jiang Gundao gripped the microphone, his voice trembling.

"There are ghosts in the rocky hill! Real ghosts!"

"Those workers...they're not human!"

"Their heads...their heads can be twisted off! And even after being twisted off, they can still talk! And they can still chase people!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! Er Lengzi saw it too! He was so scared he fainted!"

"Everyone, please don't go there! Please don't go there!"

By the end, Jiang Gundao's voice had completely broken down, filled with a sob.

The entire village's loudspeakers broadcast this message simultaneously.

That piercing voice echoed in the morning mist, sending chills down one's spine.

"What? Haunted?"

"Is there a ghost in the rocky hill?"

"My God!"

The villagers scrambled out of bed, threw on their clothes, and ran outside.

In less than five minutes, a large crowd had gathered in the village committee compound.

Everyone was talking at once.

"Is what Gun Dao said true or false?"

"He doesn't seem to be faking it!"

"I told you that construction site was weird! Didn't he say he saw a red-eyed monster last time?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I heard about it too!"

The crowd grew larger and larger.

Someone rushed up to the second floor and pushed open the door to the broadcasting room.

Jiang Gundao was seen cowering under the table, clutching his head and trembling all over.

"Rolling Blade, come out here!"

"What exactly happened?"

Several villagers tried to pull him out, but Jiang Gundao clung tightly to the table leg and refused to come out no matter what.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

Jiang Gundao's eyes were unfocused, and he kept muttering to himself.

"The head...the head is in my hands...red eyes..."

"They are not human...not human..."

Seeing his appearance, everyone present gasped.

This isn't an act at all.

They were clearly terrified!

Just then, Jiang Chen arrived.

He was wearing a tracksuit, clearly having rushed over immediately after hearing the announcement.

"Make way, make way."

Jiang Chen squeezed through the crowd and frowned when he saw Jiang Gundao under the table.

He already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

Those robots must have gotten into some kind of trouble again.

"Rolling knife".

Jiang Chen squatted down, his tone stern.

"You went to steal again?"

Upon hearing Jiang Chen's voice, Jiang Gundao trembled.

He looked up, saw Jiang Chen, and tears streamed down his face.

"Brother Chen... I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

Jiang Gundao cried with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"I won't steal anymore! I'd rather die than go!"

"The workers inside... they're not human!"

"They're ghost soldiers! They're zombies!"

"Their heads can be twisted off! And even after being twisted off, they can still talk! And they can still chase me!"

As Jiang Gundao spoke, he began to tremble all over again.

"I saw it... I really saw it..."

"That worker, he twisted his own head off..."

"Then...then he was holding up the head, and the eyes on that head were still moving...still looking at me..."

"Still talking... what did you say, 'What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a battery being changed before'...?"

Jiang Gundao became more and more agitated as he spoke, and he was on the verge of a breakdown.

The surrounding villagers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This...this is too eerie!"

"Can it still talk after its head is twisted off?"

"My God, how much resentment must that be?"

Just then, a commotion arose outside.

"Make way! Make way!"

Su Qing led a few people in, carrying a stretcher as they entered.

Lying on the stretcher was Er Lengzi.

Er Lengzi had already woken up, but he was still in a state of extreme terror.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, but he couldn't make a sound.

"You idiot!"

Someone recognized him.

"What's wrong with him?"

Su Qing wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"We found him in the factory backyard, unconscious."

"The first thing I said when I woke up was..."

Su Qing glanced at Er Lengzi.

Er Lengzi's throat moved, and finally a sound came out.

"The head...the head is in my hands..."

His voice was hoarse and filled with fear.

"Red eyes...can move..."

"Not human...not human..."

After saying these words, Er Lengzi rolled his eyes again and fainted.

"hiss--"

The villagers present all gasped in shock.

Now, no one dared to doubt it.

Both parties involved gave the same account!

"It's really haunted!"

"There are ghosts in the rocky hill!"

"I knew that place was weird!"

The crowd began to stir.

Some people had already started backing away, fearing that the "ghosts" would chase them into the village.

Jiang Chen stood in the crowd, watching this scene, feeling utterly bewildered.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Wang Dagou.

"Go to the factory immediately and stop all robots from working; put them all into hibernation mode."

"Also, pull up the surveillance footage from last night. I want to see what exactly happened."

After sending the message, Jiang Chen turned to face the villagers.

"Don't panic, everyone."

Jiang Chen's voice was calm, but powerful.

"I will look into it."

"Now, everyone go back and don't gather here."

But the villagers were unwilling to leave.

"Brother Chen, can the factory still operate?"

"What exactly are those workers?"

"What if they run into the village?"

Just as Jiang Chen was about to speak, an old voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.

"Make way! Make way!"

Third Grandfather Jiang Wanhai, leaning on his cane, slowly walked over.

The old man was wearing a gray long gown today, and his face was serious.

"Third Grandfather!"

The villagers quickly made way for them.

Third Grandfather walked to Jiang Chen's side, glanced at Jiang Gundao under the table, and then looked at Er Lengzi on the stretcher.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly began to speak.

"I know what happened."

"What?"

Everyone looked at Third Grandfather.

Third Grandfather raised his head and looked in the direction of the rocky hill.

That's not a ghost.

"That is..."

He paused, his voice becoming low and mysterious.

"Those are ghost soldiers sent by our ancestors."

"What?!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Ghost soldiers?"

"Has our ancestor appeared to us?"

Third Grandfather nodded.

"Just think about it, how much earth and soil was moved during the road construction and factory building in our Jiangjia Village this time?"

"That place, Luanshigang, used to be the ancestral burial ground of our Jiang family."

"Although they moved away later, many of our ancestors' belongings are still buried underground."

"Chenzi's large-scale construction this time has alarmed the ancestors underground."

"When the ancestors saw this, they exclaimed, 'Oh dear, this is wonderful! Our descendants are going to prosper!'"

"Therefore, our ancestors sent ghost soldiers to help us."

My third grandfather spoke with great conviction and clarity.

"Those ghost soldiers weren't living people to begin with, which is why they have those...different features."

"But they're here to help us, not to harm us."

"As long as you don't steal or cause damage, they won't bother you at all."

After Grandpa San finished speaking, he tapped the ground heavily with his cane.

"You idiot, don't you think?"

Jiang Gundao huddled under the table, nodding tremblingly.

"I...I went to steal something..."

"That settles it!"

Third Grandfather snorted coldly.

"You dare steal things that belonged to our ancestors?"

"If I don't scare you, who will I scare?"

After hearing the explanation from the third grandfather, the villagers all nodded in agreement.

"So that's how it is!"

"I knew it! Brother Chen only does good deeds, how could he attract evil spirits?"

"It must be our ancestors showing their power!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Our ancestors have blessed our Jiangjia Village!"

The crowd's emotions gradually shifted from panic to excitement.

"Shouldn't we go and pay our respects to our ancestors?"

"Yes! We should thank our ancestors!"

"We need to burn even more paper money!"

Jiang Chen stood aside, listening to the villagers' discussion, feeling both amused and exasperated.

However, his third grandfather's explanation, though seemingly innocuous, actually helped him out of the predicament.

Just then, someone in the crowd shouted again.

"My cousin told me he'd seen something similar in the county town!"

"What's up?"

"He said that a big boss dug up an ancient tomb in the mountains and dug out the general inside."

"Then the general became his gatekeeper, protecting his factory!"

"I think Brother Chen is definitely like that too!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We must have unearthed an ancient tomb!"

"That guy carrying the head must be an ancient general!"

The rumors began to spread.

Moreover, the more it was spread, the more outrageous it became.

Some say that Jiang Chen unearthed an ancient tomb in the rocky area and dug out the general inside, who is now guarding the gate for him.

Some people say that it was the spirit of the Jiang family ancestor who personally led the construction team from the underworld to help, and that the person who removed the head was actually a "technician" from the underworld.

Some even say that Jiang Chen is actually a celestial being descended to earth, and those "ghost soldiers" are heavenly soldiers and generals he brought down from the Heavenly Court.

Jiang Chen was completely dumbfounded as he listened to these increasingly outrageous versions.

He turned to look at Su Qing.

Su Qing suppressed a laugh and whispered, "Should I go and dispel the rumors?"

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"Forget it, the more we try to explain, the more chaotic it becomes."

"Anyway, everyone thinks it's a good thing, so let them spread the word."

He paused, then added.

"However, we need to find a way to prevent those robots from causing this kind of trouble again."

Su Qing nodded.

"I went to talk to Wang Dagou and told them to strengthen management."

Just then, another voice came from the crowd.

"I heard there are lots of treasures in that ancient tomb!"

"What treasure?"

"Gold and silver treasures! And antiques!"

"My God! Doesn't that mean Brother Chen is going to strike it rich?"

Jiang Chen's head throbbed even more when he heard this.

This rumor is getting more and more outrageous.