Chapter 21: | Feast of Death (3)

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Because of the sudden accident, the whole funeral became messy. People accepted the cruel fact very quickly, and the people who were killed were quickly carried away. The sound of mourning sounded again, and the people dressed in white in the rain screen seemed to turn into vague ghosts and walked slowly towards the unseen bath in front.
Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo didn't dare to speak out, until the crowd left completely, Lin Banxia whispered: "How come suddenly died?"
Song Qingluo frowned.
"Is there really a curse?" Lin Banxia hesitated. "Otherwise this is ... coincident."
Song Qingluo said: "Regardless of them, go to the cemetery first."
The two were afraid to run into the funeral procession and dared not walk the road, but walked through the dense weeds beside them. After walking for about ten minutes, I finally saw the cemetery they were looking for.
When Lin Banxia saw the panoramic view of the cemetery, he couldn't help but sigh a little. The place in front of him was more like a burial hill than a cemetery.
Perhaps it was because there were too many dead people, and it was too late to bury them, so most of the coffins were placed on the side of the road. The funeral procession seemed to have walked away from the road in the distance. They put the new coffin on their shoulders into the corner of the cemetery. The sound of mourning gradually went away, but the sound of suona ticking still seemed to surround their ears.
Seeing that all the people were gone, Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo entered the cemetery.
They were filled with dense coffins, and the ground was filled with extinguished candles and dirty paper money. If you changed to an ordinary person in this environment, you might have been panicked fortunately. Fortunately, Lin Banxia ’s nerves were thick enough, so there was nothing wrong. feel. He looked around for a while, and soon found something strange, whispered: "Song Qingluo, what is that?"
Song Qingluo also noticed what Lin Banxia said, it was a few humanoid objects rolled up with straw, and just fell so perfunctoryly on the side of the road. Although he was far apart, he still smelled something unbearable. Of corruption.
Song Qingluo walked over, Lin Banxia followed, and saw Song Qingluo squatted down and opened the corner of the straw mat with his hand, revealing a pale, swollen face that had been soaked in rain.
Song Qingluo saw this face, his brow furrowed tighter, he lifted the entire straw mat hard, and completely exposed the things wrapped in the mat to his vision.
It was a body that was divided into two, and the clothes he wore showed that he was not a person in this village. He had apparently been dead for several days. Under the soaking of rain, he showed a terrible attitude. But even if he died, his eyes were still wide open, revealing a lot of despair and unwillingness.
Lin Banxia thought of something, he said: "Qing Luo, this man ... is it the companion of the man we saw at the entrance of the village? That is, the one crushed to death by the tree in the mouth of the village chief?"
Song Qingluo said: "It's him." He stood up and looked at a few straw mats next to him, "I know him."
Lin Banxia was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect him to be an acquaintance of Song Qingluo.
Lin Banxia was thinking, Song Qingluo made another move. He walked to the side and uncovered several straw mats one by one. As expected, several bodies appeared in front of them. These corpses have different death patterns, and they haven't even changed their normal clothes. They have obviously been dealt with hastily.
Song Qingluo bent down and started to search for something on the body. Lin Banxia asked: "What are you looking for? Need help?"
Song Qingluo said: "Look if there is a black notebook in their clothes."
Lin Banxia screamed and helped Song Qingluo turn up. Fortunately, his work was special enough. Even when facing this unrecognized corpse, he could be calm enough. Lin Banxia searched for the clothes worn by the corpse. He really touched a hard thing, he took it out and looked at it in surprise, "Qing Luo, is this this?"
Song Qingluo looked at Lin Banxia and saw a black notebook in his hand.
"Yes, this is it." Song Qingluo yelled.
Lin Banxia said: "Is it here to watch? Or go back and watch again?"
Song Qingluo said, "Go back and read again."
After Song Qingluo explained, Lin Banxia knew that the two people who came with Song Qingluo were the recorders. Their duty was to record everything they encountered including the investigation process of Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo. In order to avoid unexpected situations. The material of this notebook is special, and the pen used is also a special pen. You must use a special method to see the text recorded above. Before Song Qingluo looked around in the house, he just wanted to find this thing. Unfortunately, he couldn't find it, so he guessed whether it would be carried by the dead monitor.
Found what they wanted, and the two started walking back.
The way back was smooth, but when he returned to the village head ’s house, Lin Banxia saw that there were two more coffins in the village head ’s yard. He was shocked. The first reaction was that Mu Xinsi and He Huaian came out Fortunately, Wanxing walked into the house and saw the two of them sitting warmly beside the brazier.
"I'm back?" He Huaian's hair was wet, and he smiled reluctantly with Lin Banxia.
"Well, back." Lin Banxia.
"Is the map made?" Song Qingluo did not comfort them and went straight to the subject.
"It's made." He Huaian took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Song Qingluo, saying, "The structure in the village is very simple, there is a stream to the west, which is the source of water in the village, and the ancestral hall is in the village. In the center, this village is not large in scale, and it is similar to the statistics in the data. The resident population should be only about 500 people. "He sneezed and rubbed his nose." No abnormalities have been found so far. "
Song Qingluo pondered: "Is there any strange legend in the village?"
"Some, some," Mu Xinsi answered, and she said, "When we came back, we met a maid on the road and inquired about her. She said that this village angered the mountain and was cursed. "
Song Qingluo: "From Lichun?"
Mou Xinsi said: "Yes, there is too much rain this year, and the streams have risen. After that, the village began to die. The causes of death were strange. Later, the elders in the village counted, saying that they did not perform the sacrifices last autumn. The mountain is angry ... Only enough people can die to calm the mountain god's anger. "
This story tells the village head that □□ is not far away. Song Qingluo took off his rain gear while thinking about what.
Lin Banxia sat down next to He Huaian and ignited the fire. He said, "What's wrong with the coffin in the courtyard?"
"It was just brought in by a few people just now." He Huaian said, "I don't know who died again."
Lin Banxia said: "What about the village chief? Is he all right?"
"It's okay." Mou Xinsi said, "He seems to be in the kitchen. You sit down first. I'll go and see."
She said, so she got up and went to the kitchen.
The kitchen door was open, with a strong aroma inside. Mou Xinsi pushed the door in and did not see the head of the village. She looked up and found a pot of steaming chicken soup and chicken soup on the stove There are also delicious mushrooms floating in it.
Since arriving here yesterday, she has not had a hot meal, all made up with dry food. This chicken soup just knows that it is very delicious just by smelling it. She sucked in the saliva and just held back her heart. desire.
Just when Mou Xinsi told herself that she could n’t move other people ’s things casually, the village chief who did n’t know where she went, but appeared outside, saw her movements, and was unhappy,
What are you doing here? You ’re secretly drinking me 'S soup? "
"No, I just feel pretty fragrant, not moving." Mou Xinsi said embarrassedly.
The village head glared: "This chicken soup is not for you!"
Mou Xinsi showed an embarrassed expression. She felt that the village head was too fierce. She just smelled it. How could he have this attitude?
It was probably Mu Xinsi ’s expression that was too obvious. The village chief suddenly stopped blaming, glanced at Mu Xinsi, walked to the side and picked up a bowl, and gave her a bowl of soup, saying,
There are rules in the village, who ’s there? If the dead, everyone will send them a pot of chicken soup, and there are not many chickens in this village ... just this bowl. "
Mou Xinsi said in surprise: "This ... is this ok?"
The head of the village nodded: "Just give you a drink, don't go out and say."
"Thank you, thank you." Mou Xinsi thanked delightedly and drank a bowl of chicken soup beautifully. Although the body is still a bit chilly, the taste of the chicken soup makes her in a good mood. Native chicken and mountain mushrooms are originally a perfect pair. They are stewed in a casserole for a few hours, which can freshen the tongue. Back in the hall, Mu Xinsi recalled the taste, and even Song Qingluo did not pay attention to what they were talking about. It was not until He Huaian called her name several times that she suddenly recovered and said, "Ah? What's the matter?"
"What are you thinking about?" He Huaian looked at Mu Xinsi's unrestrained look, a little helpless. "We are asking you, have you found the village chief? Is he all right?"
"Oh, oh--" Mou Xinsi said, "He's okay, okay, cooking in the kitchen. It's just that his attitude is not so good ... He also said let's go early and stop wasting time here."
"He didn't say anything else?" Song Qingluo said.
"Nothing else." Mou Xinsi said, "But I don't think he's necessarily telling the truth. It's definitely not normal for so many people to die. I think there may be some people who are making trouble."
Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo did not succeed, if they did not see it with their own eyes, if the young man carrying the coffin was killed alive, they might also have the same idea as Mou Xinsi, but the facts were in front of them Among them, there is a force that is taking the lives of the villagers. Is it really like the village said, is this village cursed by any force?
After raining for several days, it finally stopped in the evening.
Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo had a simple lunch and sat in the yard. After the rain, the air in the courtyard was very fresh, but the few bottles of coffins next to it were really a little eye-catching. Fortunately, both Lin Banxia and Song Qingluo didn't care about this, so they sat on a small stool and discussed the matter of going to the cemetery in the morning. He Huaian and Mou Xinsi also stood beside him, but He Huaian was okay, but Mu Xinsi looked a little uncomfortable, and looked at the coffin from time to time.
Song Qingluo calmly told what happened in the morning, and also mentioned that he discovered the notebook.
"Mr. Song, did you find your notebook?" He Huaian said in surprise.
"Well." Song Qingluo said, "Let's see it first."
This notebook is a very important item for them. Because of the requirements of the work regulations, they will record every detail observed in the notebook. Although the people who came to the survey have communication with the outside, it is inevitable that they will miss what. With this, it is much easier to handle.
Song Qingluo turned over the first page of the notebook, which was empty and without any writing. Song Qingluo took the black gloves he used from his pocket, put his fingers on it gently, and then closed the notebook. When he opened it again, dense text appeared on the blank page.
Both He Huaian and Mu Xinsi were not surprised, but Lin Banxia showed a surprised look.
On the top of the notebook, detailed dates are recorded. Lin Banxia glanced roughly, feeling that this is more a diary than a record, almost all the people and things he contacts every day, everything is fine. Is remembered above.
The time started in early April and they reached this strange mountain village.
The diaries in the past few days are nothing special. They probably meticulously recorded their contact with the village head and the villagers. The investigations in the village are similar to the situation of Lin Banxia and they are still not dead With so many people, Dongtou's cemetery is still empty.
Things changed on the fifth day of their arrival in the village.
On that day, there was a heavy rain.
"The weather at 7:30 is not very good today. We decided to be nearby. Zeng Xu seemed to be a little uncomfortable. His body temperature has been rising, and there have been rashes. From the symptoms, it seems that he is allergic to something."
"At 9:00, Zeng Xu's symptoms began to become severe and his breathing became difficult. We determined what he was allergic to, but we have not found any allergens so far. I checked the breakfast I had this morning and they were the most common. Food, there is nothing that can be allergic. "
"At 9:30, we wanted to send Zeng Xu out, but he might not be able to leave such a long mountain road."
"10:18 was dead. The cause of death was swelling of the throat caused by allergies. His entire body turned pink and covered with terrible red rashes, just like some strange infectious disease."
"At 11:00, when we examined his body, we found a strange bug on his calf. I had never seen that bug. It seemed to be this thing, which caused Zeng Xu's allergy symptoms. I asked my superior, The mission must continue. "
"The inspiration test was conducted at 12:00. Hao Yongnian 64 Zhuo Honglang 35 Ai Chi 87, the values ​​are all high, close to the dangerous value, the situation is not optimistic."
"At 13:00 this afternoon, I have to investigate in groups. I have to go to the stream. I don't like it. I feel uncomfortable every time I get close to it."
"The recorder was changed to Zhuo Honglang at 17:54. The original recorder, Hao Yongnian, died due to drowning. No trauma was found on him. There were signs of slipping and struggling around the body. No other information."
The cold text did not bring too much strong emotion, but it made people feel unspeakable creepy. The four of them seemed to have fallen into a terrible trap, and even had no chance of struggling, they died quietly because of various accidents.
Allergies, drowning, and death by thunder, these seemingly common death methods, when brought together in a short time, are no longer accidental.
Next, there are a lot less records in the notebook, it seems that the rest are planning to leave here. However, they obviously got into the car parked at the entrance of the village, but still couldn't leave here.
Of course, in addition to their encounters, the notebook also recorded in detail what happened to the villagers in the village. At that time, the villagers should not have resisted the outsiders so strongly, so they recorded in detail the strange causes of death of the villagers. .
It is no longer common to die from snake venom. Lin Banxia saw one of the most outrageous ways of death. The man just slept at home, fell asleep, and the bed collapsed. Usually, the bed is also occasionally encountered. The matter, but when the wooden bed board of the other person collapsed, the broken wood formed a sharp angle, which was passed directly through the chest of the person. When the other person found out, the person was out of breath.
"It's dead, too ridiculous." Lin Banxia hesitated. "If someone says something is wrong, it's unlikely that so many people will die suddenly in a village."
Song Qingluo suddenly asked: "Hao Yongnian is a monitor or a recorder?"
"It's the watcher." He Huaian replied.
"Then why is he making records?" Song Qingluo asked.
"Their group is special. Hao Yongnian changed from a recorder to a monitor, so when he was on a mission, he was used to recording." He Huaian explained.
Song Qingluo said nothing.
Lin Banxia said: "What's wrong, is there any abnormal situation?"
Song Qingluo said: "We should probably take a look at the creek."
Lin Banxia said, "Is it the place to fetch water?"
"Well," Song Qingluo said, "Hao Yongnian died there, and there might be some clues there."
"Go now?" Lin Banxia glanced at the sky.
"Tomorrow." Song Qingluo said, "I'll sort out my thoughts again."
Because of the bad weather, it was dark and extremely fast. It was only 3 or 4 o'clock, and the sky was already black. Lin Banxia slept in the bedroom for a while, and when he woke up, he could n’t see Song Qingluo ’s figure anymore. He asked He Huaian, who said that Song Qingluo had just gone out and had n’t returned yet. What.
"He went out alone? How unsafe." Lin Banxia was a little uneasy. He felt that the evil gate in this village was not only local, but also the people in the village.
"It's okay." He Huaian felt relieved. He said, "Mr. Song is not an ordinary person and will definitely not be in trouble."
Lin Banxia nodded and changed the subject: "What are you doing?" When he came out, he saw He Huaian walking around the house, his face sad.
He Huaian said, "I don't have a signal on my cell phone, I want to send a message to the outside ..."
Lin Banxia said: "It was there when I first came, why is it gone now?"
"I don't know." He Huaian said, "This signal is intermittent. I just saw the signal a little better. I'm still happy. Who knows suddenly it won't work anymore."
"Oh ..." Lin Banxia looked at her cell phone, and there was no signal. He said, "Why didn't you see her, Mou Xinsi?"
"She? Is she in the yard." He Huaian said.
Lin Banxia went to the yard. Sure enough, she saw Mu Xinsi standing in the corner of the yard. Her face was pale, and she looked at Lin Banxia's eyes with complex emotions.
Seeing this, Lin Banxia asked her strangely what happened.
"You ... have you heard any strange sounds?" Mou Xinsi whispered.
"What voice?" Lin Banxia's face was inexplicable.
"Hush, hush ..." Mou Xinsi said, "You whisper, listen carefully ..."
Lin Banxia paused and listened carefully, but heard nothing. Mou Xinsi saw him blankly and was anxious: "Why can't you hear it? That's where it came from. "One finger of her hand pointed to the coffins in the corner."
Lin Banxia froze for a moment, "You mean there is a voice in the coffin?"
Mou Xinsi nodded heavily, her expression was a little nervous: "You listen carefully, the people inside are knocking with their hands."
Lin Banxia glanced at Mu Xinsi, then at the coffin, and turned and walked to the front of the coffin, saying, "This pair?"
Mou Xinsi shook his head: "The innermost one."
Lin Banxia walked a few steps inside again. The wood of this coffin was used quite well, coated with thick black paint, but it was because of rain that it had accumulated some wet water stains. Not immersed in the coffin.
Lin Banxia slowly lowered his head and put his ear on the wet coffin. Under the silence, his nose smelled the pungent smell of paint.
There was no sound, Lin Banxia looked up and said, "No sound ..."
The sound hadn't been spoken yet, and he heard a slight boom, which was so harsh in the quiet courtyard, even Lin Banxia wanted to ignore it, and the source of the sound was him Coffin on the side.
"Have you heard it, did you hear it?" Mou Xinsi saw Lin Banxia's face change, knowing that he must have heard it too. She was almost happy to jump from the ground, "I have no hallucinations, I really listen Arrived!"
"Boom, boom, boom ..." There were three consecutive soft sounds, which came out from the coffin continuously. Lin Banxia's expression gradually dignified, and he turned and walked towards the house.
Mou Xinsi asked him where to go.
"I'll call He Huaian." Lin Banxia said. "Open the coffin and see."
"It can't be opened." Mou Xinsi said in horror. "You're not afraid. After opening, do you see anything you shouldn't see?"
Lin Banxia said strangely: "Is there something I shouldn't read?"
Mou Xin was anxious and wanted to stop Lin Banxia's love: "You don't have any common sense, even if you are a monitor-the inspiration value is also limited. When you see what you shouldn't see, if you hear what you shouldn't, you'll be crazy !!! "
Lin Banxia did not have common sense, he was just brought in by Song Qingluo to work, so when he heard Mou Xinsi's blame, he just asked strangely: "If you don't open it, how do you know what is inside? It ’s related to the village ’s secret. Is n’t that in vain? "
Mou Xinsi said.
"Are you all right?" Lin Banxia frowned.
Mou Xinsi stood still and did not speak. After a while, she whispered: "Go, I am not a qualified recorder."
Lin Banxia entered the house, told He Huaian the matter, let him come out with him, and opened the coffin to see what was inside.
After listening to Lin Banxia's description, He Huaian was a little stunned and said, "Did you hear it wrong? Is it really ringing in the coffin?"
Lin Banxia said, "Yes, I'm sure I heard it."
He Huaian was much calmer than Mou Xinsi and got up and said: "Let's go and have a look together." The two returned to the courtyard.
He Huaian put the face on the coffin just like Lin Banxia just now. He listened carefully for a moment, and the expression on his face changed: "Really ... Yes."
Seeing him look wrong, Lin Banxia joked: "Why are you so scared, can you still die if you can't survive?" He said that he was joking casually, who knew that He Huaian and Mou Xinsi both listened to his words and looked At the same time it becomes difficult to look.
He Huaian raised his mouth reluctantly and said, "Mr. Lin, this is the first time you are on a mission. I don't know. We did encounter this kind of thing." He reached out and wiped the cold sweat on the tip of his nose, trying his best. He calmly explained the situation to Lin Banxia, ​​"It is not uncommon for us to resurrect the dead in our business, that is ... every time I look at it, I am not very comfortable."
Lin Banxia thought of Cheng Yuliu just now. It seemed to be the case. It was normal for ordinary people to feel uncomfortable in such scenes.
"Is it still open? Or wait until Song Qingluo comes back?" Lin Banxia asked thoughtfully when he saw his face not looking good.
"No, no, let's open it now." He Huaian said, "I don't know when Mr. Song will come back."
He said, grabbing the corner of the coffin cover with his hand, and gave Lin Banxia a look. Lin Banxia felt his grasp and grasped the other side. Then he and He Huaian pressed hard at the same time to lift the heavy coffin lid open. . The moment the lid opened, there was an unpleasant rotten smell inside. Lin Banxia looked at it and saw a dead body without a surprise, perhaps because it was raining, and the coffin actually accumulated. A lot of water, some of the body has been soaked and swollen.
He Huaian glanced at it, then turned his head hard, his throat kept accumulating, trying to restrain his vomiting desire.
Lin Banxia looked calm and searched carefully in the coffin. He quickly found the reason for the abnormal sound of the coffin. In the corner of the coffin, there was a small green frog lying on it. The eyes, agitating the little cheeks, will jump upwards from time to time.
"Not a person, but a frog." Lin Banxia said.
He Huaian said: "Frog? How could there be a frog in the coffin ..."
Lin Banxia said: "It may be rainy, so accidentally fell in." He said, took the frog out of the coffin, bent down and put it on the dirt, watching it bounce away In front of me. Lin Banxia was about to straighten his waist, but he saw some weird marks on the lid of the coffin beside him. He froze for a moment, thinking he was wrong, but when he squatted down to examine it carefully, he realized that he Not mistaken.
The top of the coffin cover was covered with dense scratches, accompanied by dark red blood stains, which made it look particularly dazzling.
The wood is very hard and requires extreme force to use human nails to leave traces on it. Lin Banxia stood up silently and looked back at the corrupt body in the coffin. Although the fingers of the corpse had been swollen by the rain, he could still see obvious scars, and almost all his nails cracked. Just a glance, he could imagine his despair.
"How is this possible ..." Lin Banxia murmured. "Why can't he push the coffin yet?"
He Huaian heard Lin Banxia's words and understood what he did. He took a step back and whispered: "Is there any problem with the villagers here?"
Lin Banxia was silent for a moment, shaking his head, indicating that he did not know.
The atmosphere solidified for a while, but when Lin Banxia was thinking, the voice of the village chief came from behind him. He roared in an outrageous dialect. Obviously, he was extremely dissatisfied with Lin Banxia's behavior of opening the coffin himself The fist is coming up and beating people.
He Huaian quickly explained: "Mr. Village, don't be angry first. We only heard the movement in this coffin before we opened it."
"There is movement in the coffin ?! How can there be movement in the coffin !!!" The village head growled, "Why do you foreigners like to blaspheme the dead like this ?! He is already dead, don't you let them rest? ? "
Lin Banxia said hurriedly: "The village chief, we found something in the coffin."
The village chief said coldly: "What?"
Lin Banxia said: "When he was put in the coffin, he was not dead yet."
The village head was shocked.
"Look." Lin Banxia pointed to the intriguing scratch on the coffin cover. "Look at this scratch, he left it."
The village head looked at the place where Lin Banxia pointed, and his eyes immediately changed, his chest undulating fiercely, and he said dumbly: "How could this be, how could this be !!"
Lin Banxia and He Huaian glanced at each other, and he said, "Several other coffins, do you want to open them and check?"
The head of the village was so blue that he didn't speak for a while.
Instead, He Huaian took over the stubble and said, "Let's take a look, and feel at ease."
Seeing that the head of the village did not stop, the two talents moved.
Lin Banxia and He Huaian slowly opened several other coffins, and each time they opened, the village chief's face was white, and finally the coffin was as pale as a dead man. The lid of the coffin was covered with dense scratches. Obviously, when these three people were put into the coffin, they were all alive. They lay in the coffin and scratched the cover above their heads helplessly, but they all pushed. Not open ... In this way, in fear, despair died.
As soon as the village chief's legs were soft, he fell into the courtyard and splashed muddy muddy water. Seeing this, Lin Banxia hurriedly lifted him up, and he gave He Huaian an expression and motioned him to cover the coffin lid.
"The village chief, what's going on?" Looking at the village chief's reaction, he didn't seem to be aware of the incident, Lin Banxia asked.
"I don't know, I don't know, their family is indeed dead." The village chief shuddered. "No breath, no heartbeat, isn't he a dead person?"
Lin Banxia carefully helped him into the house and said, "You talk to me carefully?"
The head of the village was covered with sweat. He said: "This family is my relative. People often die in the village. Everyone is used to it. A few days ago, the man died in the ground and had just finished his funeral. , Several other people had an accident. "His voice shook violently." They died very strangely. The first day was fine. The next day, the family was completely exhausted. When they found out, the corpse capital was cold. , The coffins in this village are not enough, so I made up my own mind, first of all a few of them got out of the coffin, thinking about finding a good day, and carrying them to bury. "
Lin Banxia said: "It turns out that ... what's wrong with the coffin?"
"No." The village chief said, "Originally, the coffin was placed on the old man's side, but there were too many people, and it couldn't fit there, so I thought about making a few days in my yard first." He looked Trance, "How could this be, how could this be ..."
Lin Banxia said: "Have you checked, what did they die for?"
The head of the village shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The cause of death in the village is very strange, it is difficult to find the cause of all of them, but there is no trauma to them ..."
Lin Banxia fell into contemplation.
He Huaian re-capped the coffin cover, and came back with sweat. Mu Xinsi followed him, and some souls were not attentive. He Huaian saw her face was not good, and asked her if she was uncomfortable.
"It's a bit cold, it seems to be a cold." Mou Xinsi sneezes and rubs his nose. "It rained a little when I came on the first day ..."
He Huaian still cared about her very much and said, "Then I will give you some medicine to drink."
"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you." She sat sideways, listless.
The village head was still stuck in grief, and Lin Banxia comforted him in a low voice, saying that these things were just coincidences, and he could not blame him.
"Coincidence, how can there be so many coincidences," the village chief said numbly, "just because, our village, was cursed."
"But there must be a reason for being cursed?" Lin Banxia said, "You don't have a guess?"
The head of the village shook his head and said nothing.
He Huaian gave Mou Xinsi the medicine and let her drink to sleep. Mou Xinsi took the medicine and said that she was a little cold and wanted to take a hot bath.
"Go, call me if you have anything." He Huaian was a little worried about his new partner.
Mou Xinsi nodded.
Although the toilets in the village are somewhat rudimentary, there are still water heaters, but they need to be burned in advance. Mou Xinsi waited for the water to be cooked and took the changed clothes and entered the shower room. She turned on the water heater and let hot water pour on her face.
The hot temperature drove out the chill in her body and made her sigh comfortably. She lowered her head and let hot water wash on her head, and suddenly felt a tickle on the top of her head. She froze a little, and reached for a scratch on the top of her head—even if she felt what she caught, Mou Xinsi looked at it and found out A strand of black hair appeared in the cracks of his fingers, which was slowly falling to the slippery ground along the running water.
At the moment when he saw this hair, Mou Xinsi's heart was filled with bone-chilling coolness. If ordinary people saw the hair, maybe the first reaction was to worry whether they were sick, but Mou Xinsi couldn't deceive herself like this, because she came before Only then dyed his black hair bright yellow ...
So, where did these black hairs come from? Mou Xinsi's neck was stiff, and he slowly raised his head and saw the dilapidated ceiling above his head. On the ceiling, a strand of black hair hung down, like a cobweb, falling on her face, body ...