Chapter 101 Wedding and mourning (32)
“Bang! Bang!”
When Lu Xingxing regained consciousness, he felt that he was in a small, enclosed space. Due to the lack of air circulation, his brain felt groggy and had symptoms of hypoxia.
Who the hell is playing a prank?
Lu Xingxing was in a very bad mood. He swore that if this was some spoof program by the production team, he would definitely jump up and hit Zhang Wubing on the head.
He held his breath and began to twist his hands and feet, trying to confirm where he was, hoping that he was not in some birthday surprise gift box.
However, after Lu Xingxing had almost groped and measured the size of this small space, his movements suddenly stopped.
Based on his twenty years of knowledge, this could only be one place.
--coffin.
Now Lu Xingxing no longer cursed Zhang Wubing in his heart.
All he could think of in his present situation was no longer mischief, but murder.
Or... encountered a ghost.
Lu Xingxing began to try to lift up the two sides of the coffin lid above his head. He could feel the air in the coffin becoming thinner and thinner, his brain becoming more and more dizzy, and his back was sweating profusely.
I'm afraid he won't be able to hold out for much longer.
Lu Xingxing knew very well that if he could not open the coffin in time, his condition and physical strength would decline rapidly. No matter what the reason was for his inexplicable appearance here, the longer the time dragged on, the smaller the probability of his escape.
In the face of the urgent situation, he did not panic, but quickly calmed down and began to repeatedly deduce in his mind. He did not knock on the coffin for help, nor did he continue to push the wooden board with little force.
Lu Xingxing took a deep breath, then used all his strength to push the coffin upwards with his palms.
The coffin was not nailed shut. A crack appeared almost at the moment when Lu Xingxing exerted force.
Fresh air soon filled in, and Lu Xingxing's groggy brain became clear for a moment. But this also quickly made him realize another thing.
I'm afraid the situation is far worse than he imagined.
The coffin was unexpectedly heavy, and the air smelled of soil, like a tangible negative energy...
The coffin was buried under the soil.
Along with the air, some sand and moist soil fell in through the tiny gap and hit Lu Xingxing in the face unexpectedly.
But his strength was no longer enough to support him to push open the coffin lid. After briefly holding open the gap for a few seconds, he had to let go of his arm. He groaned in pain and watched the coffin return to darkness.
huff…
huff…
There was deathly silence in the coffin; even the sound of his own breathing was so clear.
With Lu Xingxing's adult male body shape, the coffin seemed a little too small. His long legs had to be curled up inside uncomfortably, and his face was less than 20 centimeters away from the coffin lid, which was almost suffocating.
The obstruction of space and the drowsiness caused by lack of oxygen made Lu Xingxing's condition worse. He couldn't even reach out to try to push the coffin open again. He could only place his palms lightly on the coffin lid.
Even though reason told Lu Xingxing that it was useless to do so, the instinctive panic caused by lack of oxygen still made his fingers scratch across the wooden board unconsciously. His nails left scratches on the board, and sawdust penetrated into the cracks between his nails, causing blood to flow.
He will die alone in this dark place without sunlight, and because he is already in the coffin, no one will even notice that he is dead here.
Lu Xingxing smiled bitterly, regretting that he only thought about playing and didn't listen to his master and study hard. Otherwise, if Yan Shixun, who was praised by his master, was in his situation, maybe Yan Shixun could find a way to survive and escape from the coffin.
At this moment, he only hoped that what his master and grandmaster said was true, and that Yan Shixun was really as powerful as they said and could find him.
…or his remains.
No matter what, don't leave him alone in a place like this to die alone.
Take him home.
Take him home...
…
“Squeak—”
The coffin lid was slowly pushed open.
Yan Shixun glanced at Yang Tu, who had already hidden aside trembling with fear, and then looked down through the half-open lid.
In the coffin, a cold, pale corpse lay quietly.
The face of the corpse was very similar to the middle-aged man in the black and white portrait, but because it seemed to have been left there for a long time, his body had begun to rot and swell, making it difficult to identify the corpse's face.
Lines spread along the stiff skin, as if the next moment the flesh, blood, and rotten pus would suddenly explode from under the skin under the pressure.
Yan Shixun did not reach in to search - he imagined the scene of the corpse exploding with oil and blood splattering everywhere, which was a bit disgusting.
He simply scanned the corpse with his eyes and noticed that the clothes the corpse was wearing were relatively old in style, as if they were still from a previous era. There were not many burial objects in the coffin, making it empty. The clothes on the corpse were also very messy, as if they were done in a hurry and perfunctorily. There was no sign of the solemnity of someone dressing the deceased for the last time and burying him with grief.
What made this family so hurried? Whether it was the tablet, the portrait, or the coffin, it was as if something was chasing them, so they had to complete it in a hurry.
Yan Shixun frowned, placed his palm on the coffin board, and slowly closed the coffin again with force.
only……
When Yan Shixun had already turned around and was about to leave the mourning hall, he suddenly stopped, turned slowly, and looked sideways at the coffin with a thoughtful look.
After seven days of rest, the four corners of the coffin will be nailed securely before burial.
But there are no signs of nailing on this coffin, and the remaining incense, candles, yellow paper and other items in the mourning hall all indicate that it is still in the funeral stage and it has not yet reached the seventh day.
On the seventh day after death, the body's qi dissipates and the soul completely leaves the body. The qi will dissipate from the coffin. The first seven days are also when the soul's negative power is the greatest. This is the day when the soul returns to visit relatives and friends who were alive.
...Or, to avenge the injustices done to them in their lifetime.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes, his gaze passed over the incense and candles, then he retracted his gaze, turned around without pausing, spread his long legs, and dragged Yang Tu away from the mourning hall.
"Brother Yan, we can finally leave." Being away from the funeral hall made Yang Tu feel relieved and much better: "Where are we going now?"
“Go to the root of the problem.”
Yan Shixun was doing two things at once. While answering Yang Tu, he was also thinking about what he had just noticed in the mourning hall.
People are most afraid of three long and two short, while incense is most afraid of two short and one long.
——But these two short and one long are for ghosts. Two short and one long, the hexagram is sunrise, the Yang energy will be strong, how can we not be afraid.
But the only incense sticks left in the ash burner were two long and one short.
It happens to be a reversal of yin and yang, a perfect hexagram for ghosts.
Moreover, judging from the ashes piled up in the incense burner, it was probably the sixth day in the mourning hall.
There is only one day left until the seventh day when the unjustly dead will return to life.
Yan Shixun's thoughts turned calmly, and he didn't say too much, so as not to scare Yang Tu, who was already emotionally unstable.
He carried Yang Tu out of the house, and before Yang Tu could breathe a sigh of relief, he took Yang Tu into the next door's house under Yang Tu's frightened eyes.
Stop the funeral, stop the funeral, stop the funeral...
Yan Shixun visited several houses nearby, but after entering, he found that the main rooms of all of them were decorated like mourning halls, with coffins placed in the center.
Although the names and portraits on the tablets were different, without exception, all the coffins had not been nailed shut and were still in the funeral period.
Even judging from the dates on the incense burners and funeral couplets, it was the sixth day since the funeral.
But this shouldn't happen.
Yan Shixun's brows were furrowed, and his face was full of contemplation.
If only one family delayed the funeral arrangements because of something, it would be understandable. But when all the families in the area were like this, and even every mourning hall stopped on the sixth day, wouldn’t it be too bizarre?
How is it possible that every household is like this!
Even the time of death of these people was not far apart, and was very concentrated.
——Yang Tu was very surprised by the death of these people, saying that he had seen these people more than half a year ago when the road between the two villages was not blocked. At that time, although these people were annoying, they were all alive and well.
However, during the six months when the road was closed, people in Jiazifen Village died one after another, and even several people in a family would die, or even no one in the family would survive!
What happened? Half a year ago...
When Yan Shixun walked out of a yard again, his steps were heavy and his brows were furrowed.
But when he stepped on the village road and saw the villagers in the distance walking out of their homes in an orderly manner, wearing red festive clothes, and walking deep into the village, he suddenly stopped.
"Yang Tu." Yan Shixun suddenly asked, "If a relative of the Yang clan dies and you attend their funeral, what color clothes will you wear?"
“It must be black.”
Yang Tu was puzzled by Yan Shixun's question: "Except for filial sons and grandsons who wear mourning clothes, the rest of the people must wear black, which is solemn and sad. Someone has died, how can they wear clothes of other colors? That would be too rude."
"Besides, Brother Yan, don't you think that if a red dress suddenly appears at such a sad occasion, it's not a question of etiquette or impoliteness?"
Yang Tu shuddered and said with some fear: "That's a terrifying question."
Sure enough, it seems that the customs of Jiazifen Village are not different from those of other places.
If that’s the case, why are these villagers wearing such festive red and have such happy faces?
Yan Shixun stared at the backs of the villagers from afar, frowning in thought.
You know, he just saw with his own eyes these villagers leaving their homes, and then he entered these villagers' homes, and found that every family had set up a mourning hall and kept the coffin for the sixth day.
Since the funeral is not over yet, why are you still wearing red clothes and looking so happy?
Just when Yan Shixun was puzzled, Yang Tu, who was so scared that he only dared to look at the small piece of land beside him, raised his head slightly because of Yan Shixun's question.
Then he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if he had seen something that shouldn't have been here.
"Well, that person, I think I know him." Yang Tu raised his arm tremblingly and pointed to the back of a villager from Pojiao in the distance ahead: "The person we just saw in the mourning hall was him. Wasn't he dead? Why is he still walking here?"
"Calm down." Yan Shixun grabbed Yang Tu's shoulders, preventing him from running away again because of his emotions: "Tell me slowly, what's going on?"
Following what Yang Tu said, Yan Shixun quickly sorted out the situation.
In the mourning hall they had just entered, there was a portrait of an old man with a sluggish body in the village. Although there was no body of the old man in the coffin, judging from the date, the old man should have died and been buried long ago.
But now, the old man with sloped feet was like the group of villagers holding red lanterns that Yan Shixun had seen before. He was obviously dead, but he could still move freely and appear in front of them.
The reason why Yan Shixun didn't recognize him at first sight was that although there was a portrait, it was static. He didn't know the villagers of Jiazifen Village and didn't know that the old man in the portrait had a lopsided foot.
But when the old man moves, his unique walking posture attracts special attention.
"I won't be wrong, Brother Yan." Yang Tu said with certainty: "He is the only one in Jiazifen Village who walks like this. When I was young and ignorant, I imitated his walk and laughed at him. I won't be wrong about him."
"In that case..."
Yan Shixun's eyes darkened, but a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Are we still in Jiazifen Village?"
Walking along the way from the farmhouse, we first saw dead bodies and then villagers who had already died appeared in pairs holding red lanterns.
When they walked into the village, they found that every household had set up a mourning hall, and even the people in the portraits appeared before their eyes.
Yan Shixun boldly assumed that since one of the villagers was already dead, were the other villagers really still alive?
No matter the villagers' dress or home decoration, they are not in line with normal people's common sense, and there is a weird sense of incongruity everywhere.
However, if the identities of the villagers are erased from the scope of strangers, things suddenly become clear and make sense.
A village full of dead people...?
Yan Shixun chuckled silently.
Although they still haven't figured out where this place is, it's obvious that this is not as simple as a kind-hearted person wanting to treat them to a cup of tea to warm themselves up.
Regardless of whether what they saw was an illusion or the place they were in was no longer Jiazifen Village, they needed to return to normal.
The solution is...
"Let's go." Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and chuckled, his lips parted in a smile: "Since everyone in the village is going to celebrate the grand wedding, how can we be left out?"
"A guest is a guest. It would be rude if we don't offer a drink."
As he spoke, Yan Shixun took the lead, stretched out his long legs, and walked along the village road with big strides, following closely behind the villagers' receding backs.
"Ah? Brother Yan, are you serious?" Yang Tu originally wanted to persuade Yan Shixun, but when he saw him leave without paying any attention to him, he was left standing there alone.
It was as if the cold and gloomy air was leaking out from the mourning halls set up in the village houses on all sides, and was pressing towards him.
In Yang Tu's mind, he couldn't help but imagine himself being surrounded by ghosts.
It seemed as if those pale and rotten villagers were standing around him in a place he could not see, staring at him with stiff eyes and gradually approaching him.
Suddenly, he felt as if even his breathing was suppressed.
Yang Tu looked around in panic, then quickly ran, chasing after Yan Shixun's back: "Brother Yan, wait for me!"
The villagers wearing new-style red clothes walked in front. Yan Shixun, dressed in black, followed behind them not too far away, and vigilantly glanced at every village house he passed by.
The sound of the suona was getting closer and closer, and louder and louder. The high-pitched and sharp tunes overwhelmed the gongs and drums, and the festive sounds were covered up, leaving only the suona's shrill sound, one note higher than the other, and more urgent than the last, like a death note.
The sharp tune echoed among the mountains and was transmitted back from Moon Mountain, but the sound was unable to cross the tall mountains and escape the one-third sky of this small village.
Behind the village road that Yan Shixun walked, a red figure slowly emerged from the air.
The woman in the bright red wedding dress stood quietly there. Her face could not be seen clearly because of the red veil, but she was always looking in the direction of Yan Shixun, as if she had a cold gaze falling on Yan Shixun's back.
The woman's white hands emerged from the wide sleeves of her wedding dress and were crossed in front of her abdomen.
The nails were as red as blood.
…
Relying on his good memory, Yan Shixun quickly discovered that the route taken by the villagers was the same route he had taken in the village today when he walked back to the farmhouse from the family where his daughter was getting married.
Moreover, unlike the silent and deserted village houses during the day, Yan Shixun glanced around and found that all the village houses they passed by seemed to have been renovated and looked brand new.
Although at first glance, the appearance and construction of the village houses are the same as those in the daytime, if you look closely, you will find that many details of the village houses now are much newer, without moss and mildew, and without many scratches and damages over a long period of time.
It was as if someone had built another village house one-to-one based on the appearance of the houses in the village.
The family that married off their daughter was in the center of the village. Although the courtyard was not too close to the ancestral hall, it was obvious that they had built a house in the village a long time ago, so after the village expanded, it seemed not too far from the ancestral hall.
The closer you get to that household, more villagers come out of the village houses on both sides and join the crowd to watch the ceremony. The sea of heads almost drowns out the village road, making the scene seem very festive.
The sound of suona became clearer and clearer.
It was the news that came from the family that Yan Shixun saw getting their daughter married off in the daytime.
The villagers came to attend Yang Duo's wedding.
Yan Shixun mingled quietly among the villagers. Even though he knew that these villagers had already died, his expression remained calm and indifferent, without showing any fear.
When the "people" were crowded together, he accidentally touched the body of a villager next to him. He felt a chill to his touch, and it did not feel like the body of a living person.
But it didn't feel like the touch of a dead person as he had expected.
Although it was very cold, it did not feel gloomy, and there was no negative aura brought by resentment or death.
There is only emptiness.
It was as if the body itself was just a temporary container, the soul was not in it, and the flesh and blood were not there.
It was the first time that Yang Tu, who was holding onto Yan Shixun's clothes tightly, had such close contact with something that was not a living person. With Yan Shixun's reminder, he knew that these familiar faces in front of him were likely dead, and some of them were even confirmed dead.
He should have run as far away as possible, as far away from these things as possible. But Yan Shixun's words were still ringing in his ears, and every time he wanted to run away with his calves trembling, he would hesitate and give up.
Yang Tu was nervous and flustered, almost crying. Every time he accidentally looked into the villagers' lifeless black eyes, he was frightened and twitched violently, hiding even more towards Yan Shixun.
In the end, when Yang Tu was dragged by Yan Shixun and mixed in with the villagers all the way to the gate of the courtyard, Yang Tu had already tightly wrapped his hands around Yan Shixun's arms, and his entire body was almost hanging on Yan Shixun like a koala.
Yan Shixun: “…………”
Tsk, I really want to throw this guy out.
Yan Shixun, who didn't like having such close contact with people, twisted his arm uncomfortably, but was horrified when Yang Tu wrapped him even tighter, like an octopus.
Yan Shixun silently recited the Sutra of Purity and Tranquility in his heart, trying hard to suppress his impulse and anger to shake his hand off.
"What are you afraid of, Yang Tu?" Yan Shixun tried to make his voice sound normal, and tried to comfort Yang Tu gently: "Don't worry, they won't eat you, you can try to let me go."
"Or do you want to go with me to explore the most dangerous place?" Yan Shixun pretended to be regretful and said, "Otherwise, you only need to stand in the yard and wait for me."
Yang Tu immediately retracted his hand as if he had received an electric shock, but still asked in panic: "How do you know they won't eat me? What if? I haven't encountered so many... that, how do I know how they will hurt me? They are that! Do I still expect them to play house with me?"
Yang Tu originally wanted to speak in a more serious tone, but in the end, he was standing among the villagers and was so cowardly that he didn't even dare to say the word "ghost". The more he spoke, the lower his momentum became. It can be said that he came in with great momentum and ran away in disgrace.
Use the most cowardly tone to raise the most stubborn doubts.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows, and his originally heavy mood was amused by this young man.
"Don't worry, I just know it." Yan Shixun smiled softly, his half-lowered eyes were sharp and careless: "Nothing can harm the life and soul I want to protect."
As they were talking, the villagers who were originally standing in front of Yan Shixun and the others had already entered the yard and were about to reach their turn.
"Remember, don't shout or scream after you go in, and don't let too much of your yang energy out. No matter what you see, don't be too scared."
Yan Shixun lowered his voice and quickly instructed Yang Tu: "Have you ever beaten a dog? It's the same principle. If you are strong, it will be afraid of you. If you are afraid first, it will bully you."
"Do you think only humans are afraid of ghosts? No, evil ghosts are also afraid of evil people."
Yang Tu asked in doubt, "Evil man?"
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows: "Yes, like me."
This time, it was Yang Tu who was amused: "Brother Yan, you are so humorous. If you are a bad guy, I don't think I can find many good people. Don't worry, I will try my best - although I have never even killed a chicken for the New Year."
As the words fell, two people had arrived.
The iron gate of the yard was wide open, and two middle-aged wives dressed in red and green stood on both sides, as if they were receiving gifts.
Every time they passed a villager, they handed something to the two middle-aged wives, saying congratulations. After the middle-aged wives received it, they immediately raised their voices and shouted, "So-and-so sent a gift."
If any villager was late in giving, or something was missing and the middle-aged daughter-in-law discovered it, she would immediately grab the villager's head with her palm as big as a palm fan, and then tear off a large piece of bloody flesh from the villager with her bare hands, throw it into the basket behind her, and then sing the ceremony loudly.
Yang Tu was stunned.
Seeing that the middle-aged daughter-in-law was about to turn around and walk towards them, Yang Tu quickly raised his head to look at Yan Shixun.
He still remembered what Yan Shixun had just told him, so he had to try his best to signal with his eyes, eagerly hoping that Yan Shixun could understand what he meant.
Who knows what those villagers handed over! If they gave money, it would be easy, but it seems that what they handed over was not money! If they fail to give what they are asked to give, won’t they also be torn apart?
Yang Tu was so anxious that he was running around in circles, like a candidate who was about to enter the examination room but didn't even know what subject he was going to take. He was so anxious that he was at a loss.
Yan Shixun was not in a hurry. After seeing the previous villager hand over his things, he calmly raised his hand and placed it in his coat pocket.
When the middle-aged daughter-in-law stretched out her hand to Yan Shixun to ask for something, Yan Shixun held a somewhat wilted flower in his slender palm and handed it to the middle-aged daughter-in-law.
When the middle-aged daughter-in-law saw the flower in Yan Shixun's slowly opened palm, greed flashed in her eyes. She looked very tempted and seemed to be eager to hide the flower herself.
The middle-aged daughter-in-law originally wanted to sing a ceremony, but as soon as she opened her voice, she got stuck when she looked at Yan Shixun, and she didn't know what name she should say.
On the other side, another sturdy middle-aged wife who was walking towards Yang Tu, after seeing Yang Tu shivering for a long time without taking anything out, her face became ferocious and she reached out to grab Yang Tu.
Yang Tu was frightened and hid behind Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun also closed his palm again at the right time, and the flower that he had originally handed out was held in his hand again.
The middle-aged wife who was about to take the flower was stunned. She saw Yan Shixun raised his hand and pointed at the wife next to him, then pointed at himself, and then was about to put the flower back into his pocket.
The middle-aged daughter-in-law suddenly became anxious. She turned her head fiercely and looked at her companion next to her, and made a "Huh! Huh!" sound from her throat, as if to intimidate her companion.
The other burly middle-aged wife was frightened, took a step back and walked away from Yang Tu.
Yan Shixun then extended the hand holding the flower again.
This time the middle-aged daughter-in-law did not hesitate and did not know which name to sing out for the gift. After what happened just now, she seemed a little anxious, as if she was afraid that Yan Shixun would take the things back again. She quickly shouted loudly, "A gift money!" and could not wait to take the flowers from Yan Shixun's hand.
Yan Shixun smiled, and without waiting for the middle-aged wife to touch him, he let go of the flower and let it fall from the air.
——He doesn’t have the hobby of touching other people’s hands casually.
While the middle-aged wife was hurriedly bending down to pick the flowers, Yan Shixun calmly walked into the yard with Yang Tu.
Then, just after the middle-aged daughter-in-law put the flower in the basket behind her, Yan Shixun slightly turned his body, swiftly leaned his thin and flexible waist backwards, stretched out his long arms, and caught the flower in his hand again just before the flower fell into the basket.
Without waiting for the middle-aged wife to turn around and check out of confusion, Yan Shixun immediately closed his fingers, held the flower in his palm, then quickly put his hand into his coat pocket and walked forward as if nothing had happened.
In a flash, just one or two seconds, Yan Shixun completed the whole process, and then his face was as usual as if nothing had happened, even his heartbeat frequency did not change.
Yang Tu, who witnessed the whole process, opened his mouth unconsciously, almost unable to believe his eyes.
Yan Shixun calmly stretched out his hand and patted Yang Tu's chin to help him close his mouth.
Yang Tu: “???”
Now I am confused. Is this outsider named Yan Shixun really not a fully automatic robot? He is not well educated, so don't lie to him!
Besides, how did Yan Shixun know what the other party wanted? If he gave the wrong thing, he would end up with his flesh and blood torn off! He was almost scared to death, how did Yan Shixun stay so calm? Sure enough, he was still a robot, right?
Yan Shixun smiled.
When the middle-aged wife stretched out her hand, he remembered that when he was at the farmhouse, the dead bodies and skeletons also stretched out their hands to him, as if they were asking for something. However, when he was at the farmhouse, he did not figure out what the dead bodies and skeletons wanted, but he also felt that Yang Tu's statement that they were asking for his life was not correct.
He had never stopped thinking all the way here, and he just figured it out - the corpses and skeletons should be reaching towards his waist, as if the things there were extremely desirable to them.
Placed there were the flowers Jiang Yanran gave him.
It is also the only thing on Yan Shixun that comes from Jiazifen Village.
Therefore, Yan Shixun concluded that what the villagers had handed over before must be Yin Qi. And the flowers from Jiazifen Village, or even those handed over by Jiang Yanran herself, must be stained with Yin Qi.
Satisfy the conditions.
Sure enough, he guessed right and successfully entered the yard that Jiang Yanran had to lead him into during the day.
Of course, he wasn't going to just throw the flower at the door.
——How could he give the flower away casually before he fully understood the purpose of Jiang Yanran giving him this flower?
Besides, he hated being forced to hand over his things.
Yan Shixun smiled, but there was no warmth in his expression.
The courtyard, which was already very busy and crowded during the day, is now even more crowded with people, and it is extremely lively.
The boxes of dowry and betrothal gifts were placed on the ground, and the boxes of gifts from the guests were piled up next to them. The villagers laughed and talked about today's wedding, saying auspicious words. The mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law talked about some female topics and shouted that the bride was lucky to have such a big fat boy.
The musicians were still playing their instruments and singing in the corner, and the sounds of suona, gongs and drums were loud, lively and festive.
The whole yard was filled with joy and at first glance it looked like an ordinary wedding.
——If not all the villagers were so stiff, pale and had strange expressions.
Yan Shixun stood calmly beside the villagers, listening to them talk about the wedding, trying to find any clues from their conversation to complete the details of the cause and effect of the wedding.
But his attention was suddenly attracted by the well in the yard.
When Jiang Yanran brought him here during the day, Yan Shixun had already suspected that the family marrying off their daughter was Yang Hua and Yang Duo's family. At that time, he felt strange looking at the abandoned well in the yard, but he didn't think too much about it.
But at this time, when he had confirmed that this family was Yang Duo's family, and the scene he saw was actually the scene of Yang Duo's wedding that happened decades ago, when he saw the well again, he felt strange.
From the breakfast shop owner Yang Guang and the village party secretary's family Yang Han, Yan Shixun learned about the situation of Yang Hua and Yang Duo's family in those days in detail. However, neither of them mentioned that there was a well in Yang Duo's yard.
Did they not mention it because it was unimportant? Or was it because the well was not even in their minds?
After all, Yang Guang had fled the village many years ago, and Yang Han would not go near Yang Duo's house because of his pain. If the well was dug after that, it would be normal for the two of them not to know about it.
Yan Shixun frowned and walked around the villagers to the side of the long-abandoned well, but did not move forward. Instead, he kept a safe distance and observed carefully.
If a person does not watch the well, he may be caught by ghosts.
Knowing that the villagers around him all had problems, the vigilant Yan Shixun did not stand next to the well, guarding against someone knocking him into the well.
only……
After taking a closer look at the well, Yan Shixun's pupils shrank and his expression changed slightly.
——This is not a water well, this is a soul-calming well!
Like the one in the backyard of the village party secretary's house.
However, unlike the Soul-Calming Well in the village party secretary's house, which had no intention of harming ghosts but only wanted to send them to the afterlife, the well in front of Yan Shixun, whether it was Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, or the Eight Trigrams, were all the opposite of the Soul-Calming Well.
There is only one purpose - to kill ghosts!
Yan Shixun narrowed his eyes and had a guess in his mind.
…
In the dark corner, there were whispers, mixed with a few girls' innocent and bright laughter.
“He noticed.”
“He saw the well.”
"What else did he see? His eyes are so beautiful. I want his eyeballs. It just so happens that I don't have any eyeballs in my eyes."
"Ah, Sister Jiang has a really good eye for people."
"But he gave away the flowers that Xiao Yanran gave him. Xiao Yanran is so pitiful. She must be very sad if she knew about this."
"He took it back. He's a liar and a bad man."
"He can't leave."
"Jiang Yanran shouldn't help others..."
…
The voices were high and low, mixed together, and with the response of suona and joyful sounds, it sounded like a group of girls chattering, which was perfectly normal.
——However, there was no girl in the small yard.
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