Chapter 888
He led the villagers to constantly explore and innovate, and worked hard to overcome difficulties one after another. Thanks to his efforts, the eco-tourism industry in Xiangyang Village has become more and more prosperous, and the lives of the villagers have become happier and happier.
A few years later, Xiangyang Village has become a well-known eco-tourism destination. The village not only has beautiful natural scenery and rich tourist projects, but also has a strong cultural atmosphere. Visitors here can not only relax their bodies and minds, but also feel the beauty of rural life and the charm of traditional culture.
On a sunny day, Qi Tongwei stood on the observation deck of the village and overlooked the entire Xiangyang Village. Today, the village has a brand new look, with green trees on both sides of the road, homestays scattered in an orderly manner, rice waves rolling in the fields, and tourists laughing and talking in the village. Looking at the scene in front of him, Qi Tongwei's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment. He knew that his efforts over the years were not in vain. He fulfilled his promise and made everyone in Xiangyang Village live a happy life.
However, Qi Tongwei was not satisfied with this. He knew that the times were constantly changing and Xiangyang Village could not stand still. He began to think about the future development direction of Xiangyang Village, how to further improve the quality of tourism, how to make the villagers' income more stable, and how to make Xiangyang Village a sustainable ecological village.
He plans to introduce more technological elements to improve the intelligence level of tourism services. At the same time, he also wants to develop the rural e-commerce live broadcast industry to allow more people to understand and buy Xiangyang Village's specialty products. In addition, he also intends to strengthen cooperation with surrounding villages to jointly build a larger-scale rural tourism resort to achieve resource sharing and complementary advantages.
Qi Tongwei knows that there will be more challenges waiting for him on the road of future development. But he is not afraid, because he has a group of villagers who support him and a Xiangyang Village full of hope. He believes that as long as everyone is united, the future of Xiangyang Village will be even better. Just like the poem says: "A thousand blows and thousands of blows will still make you strong, no matter which direction the wind blows." No matter how big the difficulties are, they can stick to their original aspirations, forge ahead courageously, and write a glorious chapter for Xiangyang Village.
However, just as Qi Tongwei was planning the future of Xiangyang Village, a series of strange things happened without warning.
That day, Zhao Dadan, an old bachelor in the village, went to the melon field outside the village to keep watch at night. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the melon field. The originally quiet night made Zhao Dadan inexplicably nervous. He sat in the melon shed, looking around from time to time. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and the plastic sheet on the melon shed was blown with a rustling sound. Zhao Dadan got up and wanted to check. At this moment, he saw a vague figure at the end of the melon field, like a woman in white clothes, with long hair covering her face, walking slowly towards him. Zhao Dadan was so scared that his scalp was numb and his legs were weak. He rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was dazzled, but when he looked again, the figure disappeared.
Zhao Dadan did not sleep all night. Early the next morning, he ran to the village committee in panic and told Qi Tongwei what he had seen. Qi Tongwei frowned and comforted Zhao Dadan, saying that he might be too tired at night and had hallucinations. But Zhao Dadan swore that he saw it clearly and it was definitely not an illusion.
The news quickly spread in the village, and the villagers talked about it and were in a panic. However, the strange things did not end there. In the next few days, villagers heard strange crying sounds at night, which were sometimes shrill and sometimes sad, as if they came from hell. Some people saw a strange blue light flashing inside the abandoned old house outside the village, but when they looked closer, the blue light disappeared instantly.
Although Qi Tongwei said that he did not believe in these ghost stories, the strange things that happened one after another made him feel uneasy. He decided to go to the abandoned old house in person at night to check it out. At night, the old house was shrouded in a dead silence, and the surrounding trees rustled in the breeze, as if telling unknown secrets. Qi Tongwei walked into the old house carefully, and the flashlight in his hand emitted a weak light, illuminating the road ahead.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew and blew out the flashlight in his hand. Qi Tongwei was startled and fumbled to turn on the flashlight again. At this moment, he saw a white shadow flash past his eyes. Qi Tongwei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he chased after the shadow, but found himself walking into the basement of the old house unknowingly.
The basement was filled with a pungent stench of decay, and the walls were covered with moss. Qi Tongwei covered his nose and continued to walk forward. At the end of the basement, he found a dilapidated coffin. The coffin was engraved with strange symbols, and some dilapidated sacrificial supplies were placed around it. Qi Tongwei approached the coffin and wanted to see what was inside. At this moment, the coffin suddenly shook violently, and then the coffin lid slowly opened, and a black smoke filled out from inside.
Qi Tongwei was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly. He turned around and tried to run, but found that the road he came from was swallowed by darkness. He ran desperately in the darkness, but he could not find the exit. Just when he felt desperate, he suddenly heard a familiar voice calling his name. It was the voice of Grandma Li, the old witch in the village.
Grandma Li's voice was like a ray of light, illuminating the fear in Qi Tongwei's heart. He ran in the direction of the voice and finally saw Grandma Li standing at the exit of the basement, holding an oil lamp in her hand, looking at him anxiously.
"Tongwei, why are you so stupid to run to this damn place!" Grandma Li complained.
Qi Tongwei breathlessly told Grandma Li about his experience in the basement. After listening, Grandma Li's face became very solemn. She told Qi Tongwei that a wealthy family once lived in this old house, but later because of some unspeakable secrets, the whole family disappeared overnight. Since then, some strange things have often happened here, and the villagers dare not approach.
"It seems that something in this old house has been alarmed. We must find a way to calm it down, otherwise the whole village will suffer." Grandma Li said worriedly.
Although Qi Tongwei was skeptical about these superstitious claims, he decided to follow Grandma Li's advice for the sake of the peace of the village. Grandma Li asked Qi Tongwei to prepare some offerings and talismans, and then held a ritual in the old house. During the ritual, strange noises kept coming from all around, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching them in the dark.