The village chief's house was not much better than that of other villagers. It was made of mud and had a brick bed, and was broken and old.
It was late autumn and early winter, and the southern countryside was unusually cold. Pu Xi gave them enough money, and the village chief was considerate enough to bring out a few new quilts for them.
It was a quilt with bright red peony flowers. Under the orange candlelight, the bright red was dazzling and inexplicably a bit weird.
Pu Xi's timidity is reflected in all aspects. He first proposed to light candles all night. After getting the consent of the village chief, he felt that the quilt was scary under the candles and wanted to change it.
The village chief suddenly showed a somewhat embarrassed expression.
"This is our only new quilt. The others are all worn out. I'm afraid you might not like them very much."
"I was afraid you wouldn't think it was clean, so I even took out the quilt that my son used at his wedding and gave it to you to cover yourself with."
Pu Xi felt a little embarrassed when he heard this and asked quietly, "Does your son mind?"
"My son has been dead for many years. He has never used this quilt. Why should I mind it?"
The village chief spoke nonchalantly. The short and frail old man seemed to have gotten over the grief of losing his son. When he mentioned his son, his expression was full of nostalgia, not sadness.
Pu Xi was speechless for a moment, feeling that he had said something wrong, and apologized awkwardly.
The village chief waved his hand, but he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he took out another black quilt from the cabinet beside him.
"If you don't want red, this is it."
What can I say about this quilt? It has patches everywhere, and there are black things on it, I don't know what they are, they are heavy and feel like lumps of iron, and there seems to be a strange smell, a bit like something is moldy.
As soon as the village chief put him on the bed, Pu Xi immediately stepped away with a look of disgust on his face.
The village chief was not surprised by his reaction, and just had an expression of "I told you so" on his face.
"Apart from the new quilt, this is all we have." The village chief said helplessly: "You choose for yourself."
For the sake of money, the village chief seemed particularly easy to talk to.
So the question is, a quilt that looks clean and bright, but I heard no one has ever used it, and a quilt that looks dirty, tattered and smelly, and I don’t know what it has been used on. Any normal person would know how to choose.
Pu Xi felt that he was a normal person, so he decisively decided to choose the new red quilt.
As a result, at this moment, Bai Qiuwu, who had been silent beside him, suddenly stopped him.
Pu Xi looked at her puzzledly: "What's wrong?"
Bai Qiuwu didn't say much, just smiled slightly: "If I were you, I would choose this bed."
She pointed to the dirty, hard old quilt on the bed.
Pu Xi suddenly became even more confused: "Why?"
Bai Qiuwu didn't explain, and his expression wasn't serious. He said jokingly, "Seeing isn't necessarily believing."
Pu Xi was full of questions.
Because they are here to broadcast live to fight against counterfeiting, and they don't know whether those dirty things actually exist, and it is impossible to discuss with them in advance when to show up so that they can start a live broadcast first, so the live broadcast has never been turned off since entering the village.
In order to prevent the poor network quality in rural areas, they also spent a lot of money to bring their own signal source. Except for private matters such as washing and going to the toilet, the entire process is broadcast live, similar to a reality show.
Now the camera is right next to them, recording the entire conversation between the people.
At this time, there were hundreds of thousands of netizens watching, and the discussion was in full swing.
"What? I have to choose between these two quilts? I'd definitely choose the new one. It looks festive. As for the old one, holy shit, it looks like it hasn't been washed in centuries. What the hell is all that black stuff on it? I'd rather freeze to death than cover myself with it."
Although this old quilt doesn't look great, am I the only one who thinks the new one is a bit too red? It makes me cringe, and I have a bad feeling. What should I do? I don't want either of these quilts. Are these really the only two choices I have? Can I just freeze to death?
What does this mean, Master? What does it mean that seeing isn't always believing? Does it mean that what looks dirty isn't actually dirty, and what looks clean isn't actually clean? So we should do the opposite and choose the dirty one? But this one really doesn't look clean...
[You may have interpreted the above one-sidedly. The master may have meant that what looks clean may actually be problematic, while what looks dirty may simply be dirty and therefore not life-threatening. So, I also choose neither. Hehe]
I feel like this is a bit like a deadly multiple-choice question in an infinite flow script. Every wrong choice could lead to bad consequences, but our Master Bai is so confident that he seems to have the script in his hand! So, it seems like I can watch it with peace of mind.
…
Netizens’ discussions were varied, Pu Xi’s mind was in a mess, only Bai Qiuwu was as steady as an old dog.
Bai Qiuwu suddenly spoke up and asked Pu Xi not to choose a new quilt. Of course, there was a reason for this.
At this moment, in Bai Qiuwu's eyes, there was a clear difference between the two quilts on Pu Xi's bed.
The old quilt was indeed dirty, and the black marks had a strange smell. Bai Qiuwu was basically certain that they were bloodstains.
This quilt was probably used to wrap a corpse before. It was very dirty and stained with blood stains that could not be washed off.
But it's just dirty.
As for the new quilt... Pu Xi couldn't see it, otherwise he might have cried on the spot.
In Bai Qiuwu's eyes, she could clearly see countless mad and screaming souls roaring silently under the bright red quilt.
These things seemed to be trapped in the quilt. They kept struggling but couldn't escape, so they could only twist around madly.
These souls are old and young, and they don’t seem to have anything in common in their faces. The reason why this quilt is so bright red is probably because these souls are attached to it.
This kind of color with soul is naturally extremely bright, and it will make people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts. This is the sixth sense of human beings protecting themselves.
However, these souls seem to have lost their minds, and they only have a little obsession that can dissipate at any time. The reason why they have not dissipated is probably because of some special reason.
This kind of thing won't hurt you, but sleeping with this kind of blanket will definitely bring bad luck.
If one is lucky, he might even bring two obsessions with him, and then the result would be more trouble than gain.
In comparison, this unlucky little guy who knows how to get a buy-one-get-one-free new quilt is definitely something you should avoid using if you can.
As for the other bed, it was just a little dirty. Pu Xi had no idea what had happened to this quilt.
Pu Xi was indeed frightened by what Bai Qiuwu said. He looked at Bai Qiuwu tremblingly and whispered, "I...can I not cover both of them?"
Ah, that's a good choice.
Bai Qiuwu nodded when she heard this and gave Pu Xi a thumbs up to show her approval. She admired Pu Xi's innovative ideas very much.
The village chief, however, looked troubled: "The temperature tonight may drop below zero. If we don't cover ourselves with blankets, we might freeze to death."
Pu Xi: “…”
Pu Xi was speechless. He certainly didn't want to freeze to death, but he was afraid. In the end, disgust and fear prevailed. He endured the humiliation and hugged the dirty quilt, looking at Bai Qiuwu pitifully.
Bai Qiuwu nodded: "Great, then I'll take this quilt. I just feel that my bed is not thick enough."
As she spoke, she smiled politely at the village chief and Pu Xi, then left with the bright red new quilt in her arms.
Pu Xi: “?”
Netizens who are watching the live broadcast: “?”
What the hell is going on?
Pu Xi was confused and couldn't help but ask loudly: "Why don't you let me cover it?"
"Maybe it's because I can cover myself with this quilt, but you can't." Bai Qiuwu happily spoke nonsense, which left Pu Xi and the netizens who were watching the live broadcast speechless.
But as God knows, Bai Qiuwu was telling the truth.
Others cannot see the mystery on the quilt, but she can, and she is not afraid at all.
These obsessions also tried to touch her when she picked up the quilt, but just like the thing on the deer, Bai Qiuwu could not get rid of these things without understanding the cause and effect.
But if these things come up to seek death, Bai Qiuwu will not be polite.
She didn't even have to do anything, these things would melt away silently the moment they touched her.
Although these things had lost their minds, they still had instincts. After discovering that they would melt if they touched Bai Qiuwu, they immediately twisted and screamed like mice seeing a cat, hiding in the corner of the quilt.
Bai Qiuwu didn't care about their reactions at all. He calmly folded the two quilts together and went to bed.
And she was like a terrible plague virus. These obsessions wished to stay away from her. They all huddled in the corner of the quilt, not daring to move.
If they had not been controlled and forced to stay under the quilt, they would have probably fled for their lives by now.
Bai Qiuwu was covered with a brand new and warm quilt, but he was thinking about the indigenous people in the quilt.
There are so many obsessions, and each one represents a living life.
The fact that they can form an obsession means that these things died an unnatural death, otherwise they would not have such a strong resentment.
But there are so many lives, at least hundreds of lives at a glance, far more than those who are said to be missing. This shows that the water in this village may be deeper than they imagined.
And there is another problem. The two quilts belong to the village chief.
So, does the village chief know about the problem with the quilt?
Bai Qiuwu was more inclined to believe that he probably didn't know. If he knew, he probably wouldn't have brought the baby out to them personally.
Bai Qiuwu saw it clearly. When the village chief picked up the quilts, those obsessions attacked him. The village chief's luck might have been damaged. However, this thing was rather mysterious, and the results would not be seen for a while.
Bai Qiuwu felt that the village chief should not do such a thing that would harm others and not benefit himself. If he really wanted to use the quilt to harm them, he could just say that he was not in good health and could not hold the quilt, and let them hold it themselves.
This statement is completely reasonable and tenable, and there is no need for him to hurt himself.
So the question is, if the village chief didn’t know about the problem with the quilt, then why was the quilt in his house?
So many people died, and all their obsessions were trapped on the wedding quilt of the village chief’s son. Now the village chief’s son is also dead. Is there any connection between the two?
If there is no connection, how did the village chief's son die?
If there is a connection, what did the village chief's son do? It's impossible that the village chief's son killed these people alone, right?
Also, everyone in this village is surrounded by black fog, and it is especially thick on the village chief, which means that there is at least one bad guy in this village.
But now this bad guy has no intention of showing up at all.
Isn’t it said that every time a new person comes, there will be a terrifying scene?
Is it that the time has not come yet, or is it that the bad thing this time is more advanced than the one on the deer, and it already has thoughts. At the same time, it has seen how powerful Bai Qiuwu is and knows to avoid Bai Qiuwu?
There are too many problems.
Even Bai Qiuwu couldn't figure it out for a while, mainly because there were too few clues and too little time.
But it doesn't matter. If there are no clues, then just wait for clues. She has plenty of time. The worst that can happen is that she will just waste time here.
After all, she had already anticipated that there might be a big list hidden here.
If the people who died in these two quilts were killed by the same thing, then the merit would probably be several times that of the thing on the deer.
Thinking of this, Bai Qiuwu even became a little excited.
As the night grew deeper, the village chief did not disturb them any further. He helped them prepare their resting things and then went back to his room.
But he was thoughtful enough to leave a lot of candles for them.
Pu Xi was so scared that the door between the two rooms was not closed, and his room was full of candles, so it looked quite bright.
Bai Qiuwu had no need for this, so she only ordered one in her room. It looked spooky, but Bai Qiuwu didn't feel anything at all and slept calmly.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but the sky outside had completely darkened. I don’t know when the wind suddenly started to blow in the middle of the night.
Maybe it’s because of the geographical reasons of this village. There are no trees nearby to block the wind, so the sound is particularly loud when the wind blows.
It's quite scary.
There are quite a lot of people who have clicked on the live broadcast and are still awake. Plus, the equipment is quite expensive, so it really makes people feel like they are in the scene.
Many people even started to get goose bumps.
Pu Xi couldn't sleep to begin with, and he became even more frightened when he heard the howling wind. The most terrifying thing was that the house was not very windproof, and the windows creaked in the wind, causing the candles in the house to flicker.
It can be said that the horror atmosphere is fully grasped.
Pu Xi didn't care that the quilt was dirty at this time, and he just crawled into the quilt, covering his head with his hands in fear.
But this only blocks the line of sight.
He could no longer see the flickering candles, but the sound of the wind seemed clearer.
At this time,
Suddenly, the sound of a woman crying was heard in the wind.
(End of this chapter)
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