Yanan suddenly stopped, took out a device, clicked a few times, and said in a very calm tone: "Yu Zixi is dead."
"Oh, she really trusts you enough to be the substitute herself." Ning Que looked at her short hair fluttering in the wind, the expression on her face hidden in the darkness, with an indescribable emotion.
The ends of Wu Youyou's hair glowed red in the dark, which looked a bit strange, but Ning Que's eyes next to her were also red, which complemented each other.
"What's wrong? Do you still want to be a lantern? Light the way for us." Ning Que patted the red light on his head that could not be covered by the thick cloth.
Yanan was a little worried about what to do next. After all, he didn't hear the prompt sound of passing the level, and he didn't know how Yu Zixi died. Now everything has returned to the starting point.
At this moment, she saw that the nails on Wu Youyou's bound fingers had suddenly grown longer and bright red, and her walking posture had become more graceful, with a feminine charm. Yanan's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and her mouth blew a bubble gently like a fish under the water.
Wu Youyou maintained this attitude and followed Ning Que obediently without causing any trouble.
When Ning Que reached the two pillars, he found that Lu Shi and Yuan Ye were already there.
"Where is he?" They both knew who Yuan Ye was asking about.
Ning Que looked at the entrance, which was still covered by various types of grass, and replied calmly, "Dead."
Then they fell silent. Yanan came out from behind Ning Que, watched for a while, and counted a few times with his fingers. "Jia Zi, just follow me."
Ning Que immediately replied, "Okay."
Such a quick agreement surprised everyone present. Yanan curled her lips, "What about you guys?"
Yuan Ye answered directly, "Okay."
Lu Shi opened his mouth and swallowed the words. Yuan Ye looked at him and didn't care. After all, he was a newbie who knew nothing, so his advice was not very important. He just had to stay out of trouble.
Ning Que noticed it, and for some reason he wanted to ask, "Lu Shi, what do you want to say?"
They paused in their forward steps and looked back. Lu Shi was so stared at that he almost choked on his saliva. "Well, I've learned a little bit about this. My grandma taught me. The Jiazi position is correct, but this is the Jiazi virtual position. It needs to be turned into the Yang position to enter the position properly. And it will take another quarter of an hour."
Yanan rolled his eyes, counted on his fingers, and his face turned red. "I know, so I asked if you want to come in with me."
Yuan Ye was a little surprised, and lowered his head slightly so that he couldn't tell what he was thinking. Ning Que patted Wu Youyou's head, "What should we do? What if the child is starving? Look, this child is starving like a red light bulb."
As soon as she finished speaking, Honghong bent her body and signaled that someone was coming inside.
Ning Que stared at the pile of grass and said, "Here comes the guide."
The grass rippled, and a wall seemed to appear in the air. Three or two people rushed out on their knees with pale faces, but they were suddenly picked up by someone.
The leading man's knees were covered in blood and gravel, without a single blade of grass or wood. There was no good skin left on his palms, as if they had been rubbed hard on sandpaper.
He was a well-known ruffian in the village, and this time he was dragged along to make up the numbers because he was a bit closely related to the Dongzi family who were escorting the bride. He looked up at the woman who had lifted him up, but after thinking about it, he had no impression of her. Seeing that she looked like a living person, he became bolder and said, "Who are you? Don't trespass on our village's important territory!"
Ning Que leaned in slightly closer and could smell the strong scent of blood on him, "Lead the way! If you can walk in, you can definitely walk out!"
The ruffian shook his head like a rattle. Who would be so stupid as to go in? He finally came out and said, "Well, there are several people coming out nearby. You can call them. They know the way better."
"Do they know the way?" Ning Que turned around and glanced at the captured men. "Then let's go together. It's a good opportunity for you to get a better impression."
A ruffian, what a fucking impression.
The moment he was put down, he slipped away as fast as he could. After all, his ability to escape was top-notch in the village, otherwise how could he have escaped so many beatings.
Before he could react, he saw a face in the gloomy sky.
He reacted immediately and shouted, "Sister, sister, I was wrong, I will lead the way."
Ning Que easily picked him up and put him down, "Let's go!" He sprayed the medicine Yuan Ye had just asked for on his legs and hands, "If anything happens later, run faster!"
There is a stone pillar every two meters on the long stone road. Large pieces of silk are tied to the pillars, and the pillars are carved with men and women entangled together.
It's just that the postures of the four people leading the way were a little strange. The four people leading the way kept walking on their knees with their heads down, but the people behind them walked with their bodies straight. One of them looked like a tourist and kept asking questions.
"Ruffian, why are there no dust on these pillars? Do you clean them regularly?"
The ruffian crawled with full concentration, and had to take time out from time to time to answer Ning Que's questions. The key point was that he didn't dare not to reply, and answered with tears, "Sisters, sisters, I'm telling you, our village doesn't come here many times a year. This pillar is so clean, no one cleans it!"
Ning Que lowered his eyes, and his red eyes looked more like a ruby on his porcelain-like face.
When they arrived, the ruffians and their companions crawled on the ground, huddled back and left Ning Que and his companions exposed in front of them.
On the large round platform in front, a headless chicken was tilted to one side, with chicken blood spurting everywhere, but the splashing blood just happened to draw a flower on the stone platform.
There was a man lying on the ground under the stage, his half-gray hair making him look like a plaster wax figure.
Ning Que walked over to him and gently turned him over with his toes. He saw that Uncle Dongzi's huge eyeballs were half protruding from his eye sockets, and there was some pink and white powder stuck on a few water marks on his mouth and nose.
All I can say is that he died in a pretty elegant way.
A red wind blew a large piece of silk over, and the strange joyful music was also heard in the air. The lazy and soft footsteps on the bluestone slabs showed that it was not an organized team.
The fine, slanting drizzle stuck to my body, gradually taking away my warmth. The wet bluestone road with small puddles was constantly being stepped on by countless pairs of shoes.
In the middle of the procession, there was a shabby and short sedan chair with a pair of wedding characters pasted on it, which made it clear that this was a wedding procession. Everyone was wearing various clothes, had a wooden face, and walked without any breath.
Ning Que touched his small, obviously ill-fitting blue vest, which was like a belt tightening around the barrel, making it extremely uncomfortable. Then, the blurry faces of several people began to clear up: Yuan Ye and his group, along with the four villagers.
Seeing this, the ruffian immediately ran over, glancing at the people around him from time to time, "Sister, where is this?"
Yuan Ye put his hand on the shoulder of the villager next to him, "She must have been pulled into the physical illusion. There are only two ways to solve this problem immediately. One is to untie her heart knot, and the other is to let her collapse on her own. The illusion will dissipate."
Yanan touched his face and said, "The first one should be better. After all, I have encountered it several times before. If you can open up his heart, you can usually get gifts from ghosts."
Ning Que glanced at his wrist, then raised his head and squinted at the rain net in front of him and the endless crowd behind him. "Then do you think an ordinary person's body can withstand so many people now?"
"That's better than..." Before Yanan could finish his words, everyone clearly heard the sound of bubbles bursting, and everyone started to move.
"Alan, what do you think of the guy I introduced to you?" Ning Que was suddenly pulled aside by a skinny old lady.
The aunt was as flat as a matchstick, with only her eyeballs and cheekbones protruding. Ning Que's fair face stood out against the yellow earth.
Her eyebrows raised slightly, and her tone turned sharp, "It's definitely good for Aunt to introduce a man, but..."
"Oh, but what? Let me tell you, in this day and age, a family with even a basket of rice is considered well-off. I saw that you're handsome, so I introduced this good man to you." The aunt pointed to a short figure in the crowd. "If you think it's him, don't be fooled by his ordinary appearance, he's definitely a very honest man."
Ning Que saw that the man turned his head as if he had sensed something, and his eyes were almost scared blind. His teeth were yellow and it looked like he had just gone to the toilet to eat and had not wiped his mouth. He also had a shifty look, and his eyes were as big as mung beans, so he must have been a rat.
"Auntie, since it's so nice, why don't you marry him yourself? Give me your matchmaker fee!" Ning Que smiled playfully, "Auntie, I can see that you were also a stunning beauty when you were young!"
The aunt's face was as red as a bottle of seasoning that had been overturned. She opened her mouth wide and didn't know what to say. After that, she stammered, "You little girl, how can you be so ungrateful?"
When we reached the stone threshold of the first floor, the four huge characters "Wu's Ancestral Hall" were very eye-catching in the rain.
A person with his face painted in various colors entered the sedan chair, holding a bowl. A moment later, he emerged, accompanied by the sound of weak, sobbing sobs. The cold rain drifted into the sticky, murky blood, darkening the color of the bowl several shades.
Yuan Ye walked over to Ning Que and bent down slightly. "I think it's almost time to start, right?"
Ning Que lowered his head, looking at his rain-soaked shoes, his tone still very calm, "Go and try it yourself! But I suggest you move quickly."
The crying became louder and more shrill, like nails scratching on glass, making people feel uneasy. Ning Que and several other players turned pale, and their lungs and stomachs began to churn. However, the villagers seemed to have heard nothing and continued to walk steadily and casually.
Ning Que dry-heaved for a long time. After he barely felt better, he forced himself to walk to the sedan chair and kicked it in with force.
"Why are you crying? We're not dead yet, who are you mourning for?"
The eight bearers who were originally carrying the sedan chair staggered after being kicked so hard, and stared at her intently, but when Ning Que said this, their expressions became the same as at the beginning.
The other players watched as Ning Que grabbed the girl and threw her to the ground, soaking her wedding dress. She was probably in her teens, with almond-shaped eyes full of water, a high nose bridge, a cherry mouth, and a deep scar on her fair arm. She was truly a beauty.
Ning Que slapped her in the face without mercy, and her face instantly became red and swollen. "If you cry and make my head hurt again, I'll give you three headaches if you give me one."
As she spoke, she took off her shoes. The shoes were soaked with water and were very heavy. Some sand and stones kept dripping down with the water, and then a shoe print appeared on the girl's fair and tender face.
Then the crisp sound of slaps rang out again immediately. The overlapping shoe prints on the girl's face made people feel painful. The girl was like a delicate little flower being destroyed by Ning Que.
Everyone present was stunned. The only sounds were the falling rain, the sound of shoes hitting faces, and the sound of hands waving. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
After the little girl stood there dumbfounded, some villagers reacted and rushed over to stop the madman. Ning Que, however, spoke with a bitter tone, "This little sister is really ungrateful. The villagers consider you one of their own and raised you well. Now they ask you to contribute to the village, and you're crying all the time. I'm afraid you'll say bad things about us when you go back."
Generally, those who were sent as tribute were those who had no one to rely on at home. No matter how they grew up, they would just attribute the credit to the people in the village and say a few other words.
That’s great! My ability to confuse right and wrong is getting better and better.
This really stunned everyone. Ning Que raised his eyelids and took another look at their expressions, then made a gesture of holding his heart like Xizi, "Look, before, it was just a bowl of her blood, and she had to be tied up. Now, ah, tsk tsk tsk, people are really becoming more and more grateful nowadays."
Their reaction was just as Ning Que had expected. The people around him talked about what they had done one after another.
"Alan is right. When Hua Yuan was three or four years old, my family would occasionally send some food over to support her and her mother. Now, we have to tie her up and go over there."
"That's right. When his father died, it was our villagers who helped Mang bury him."
"That's right, that's right..."
Rumors or those things that are completely false will always turn into the sharpest knife and stab a person's heart.
The masses can be the best or the worst. What a group does is done by the group, and is definitely not done by one person alone.
Ning Que simply found this thread and picked it up slightly, and all the sharp edges underneath were exposed.
The little girl let out a long, thin scream, as sharp as if her throat had been ripped open by a knife. The closer Ning Que was to her, the greater the impact he felt, and a few strands of blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Ning Que's knees softened and he knelt on the ground, his eyes bright red. His warm breath blew into her ears. "Let me tell you, in the eyes of the villagers, you are an ungrateful person. They are not at all wrong."
The little girl's wedding dress became inexplicably bright, and her face was covered with wounds caused by sharp weapons. Then a gust of fishy wind blew, and the whole person disappeared.
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