Xiang Yan came back to his senses and said a few words vaguely to Xu Wenguang, diverting his attention from Zhushan Village which was gradually disappearing behind him to other places.
Then, while Xu Wenguang was chatting with others about other things, Xiang Yan separated a trace of his consciousness into I Yuan's shell and asked I Yuan to return to Zhushan Village to find out what had happened. His real body leaned against the window glass, squinting his eyes and looking drowsy on the surface, but in fact he focused most of his attention on I Yuan's shell.
Ihara opened his eyes in the woods by the roadside, glanced at the bus that was gradually moving away, then turned and ran towards Zhushan Village.
After a while, Yi Yuan arrived at the gate of Zhushan Village.
Zhushan Village is now shrouded in layers of fog. At a glance, you can only see thick fog, and the houses in the village can only be seen as vague shadows.
Ihara walked closer to Zhushan Village. The fog in the village seemed to have its own consciousness and no one dared to get close to Ihara. Wherever Ihara walked, the fog one meter away from him would quickly disperse, making it convenient for Ihara to explore the surroundings.
"..." Yi Yuan seemed to be carefully checking the surrounding environment, but in fact his eyes were always glancing at the surrounding fog.
Seeing the fog spreading wherever he walked, Yi Yuan couldn't help but ask: [...System, isn't this fog a bit strange?]
[There is something wrong indeed. It seems that someone is controlling the mist.] The system's cheerful Taobao accent disappeared, and its tone became serious and solemn.
Hearing the system's different tone, Yi Yuan's already nervous mood became even more serious. [Can we find the source of the fog?]
[Dear, don't panic, look at the small map I found.] The system's solemn tone lasted only a few seconds, and then it changed back to a cheerful Taobao tone, and it displayed a map marked with red and green dots on the virtual screen in front of Yi Yuan.
[Red ones are hostile to you, and green ones are friendly to you.] The system explained.
[There are people here who are friendly to me? ?] Ihara was surprised.
He thought that all the ghosts here wanted to kill him.
After all, his current identity is a ghost catcher, and he is a natural enemy of those ghosts.
[Ghosts are not of the same mind.] The system said.
The ghost messenger is responsible for guiding the ghosts to reincarnate. Although some evil ghosts are unwilling to go to hell to be judged and often kill the ghost messengers, there are also some ghosts who are eager to get rid of their resentment and reincarnate.
Therefore, it is not surprising that some ghosts are friendly to ghost messengers.
After listening to the system's explanation, Ihara nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.
Although he knew that some ghosts were friendly to him, Ihara still didn't dare to relax at all.
After all... no matter how friendly they are, they are still ghosts.
Ihara didn't dare to trust a ghost that was corroded by resentment.
After walking towards the source of the fog shown on the small map for a while, Yi Yuan's already serious expression became even more serious.
Zhushan Village was empty just as the system had said.
Not only have the villagers disappeared, but even the traces of life there are very faint, as if no one has lived there for a long time.
But Xiang Yan and his friends had just come out of here not long ago, and the vivid faces of the villagers inside seemed to still be in front of them.
Looking at the deserted village shrouded in fog, Ihara couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart, and his hands and feet became cold.
[…Dear, your hands are originally cold.] Listening to what Yi Yuan said in his heart, the system couldn't help but remind him out loud.
Although Yi Yuan's shell looks like an ordinary person and can walk and run, he is a ghost messenger after all and cannot be considered a human being.
The most obvious thing is that he has no heartbeat and his body temperature is very low. So, it is normal for Ihara to have cold hands and feet.
"..." Yi Yuan's originally nervous heart was interrupted by the system, and the feeling of terror and tension disappeared instantly, leaving only a little bit of peace in his heart.
…
Finally, Yihara arrived at the source of the fog.
As Ihara expected, the source of the fog was the tall building they visited yesterday.
Thinking of the woman in white he had met before, Ihara felt a resistance to the tall building in front of him, as if he subconsciously did not want to see the woman in white.
Ihara did not recall what happened in his childhood. He could not remember anything except a few scenes that appeared before.
But Ihara didn't care much about it. After all, it was not a very good thing, so he couldn't remember it anymore.
With a sigh, Ihara walked in.
If the person standing here now was Xiang Yan's real body, he would definitely turn around and leave without taking a step inside.
However, the person standing here now is the powerful ghost catcher Ihara. The fear of ghosts in his mind has been suppressed. Now most of what Ihara thinks about is how to catch ghosts, and his mentality is very stable.
As soon as he stepped into the tall building, Ihara felt dizzy.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing inside the tall building.
"Come on, put this here."
"Lin family boy, come here quickly."
"Hurry, hurry, is the sacrifice ready?"
“…”
"..." Ihara blinked, staring blankly at the bustling scene in front of him. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, as if he had not yet come to his senses.
"Hey, why are you still here? The memorial service is about to start, come with me." An old man came over, grabbed Ihara, and walked to the front of the crowd.
Ihara frowned and looked at his hand being held. Just as he was about to break free, the old man holding him loosened his hand and pushed Ihara forward, "Hurry, hurry, you're the only one left."
Yi Yuan stood firm, then looked around and found that there were several young men in their twenties standing beside him. They didn't say anything, but looked at the platform in front of them with pious eyes. (Note: Yi Yuan's shell looked like he was in his twenties, three or four years older than Xiang Yan's real body.)
No one around noticed that Ihara was dressed differently from them, it was as if Ihara was one of them.
Ihara thought about it, temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, and followed the people around him to look at the platform in front of him.
The platform seemed to be a sacrificial platform, filled with sacrificial fruits and food, and in the center was a rectangular box that looked like a coffin.
After a few minutes, an old man with a white beard walked up tremblingly with the help of a cane.
"..." Everyone around Ihara looked at the old man very respectfully. Ihara's expressionless face should have been very obvious, but the people around him didn't react at all.
No, it’s not certain whether these people around are human or not.
When she thought that the people around her might be ghosts, Yi Yuan's originally calm heart couldn't help but tremble.
The author has something to say: Ah... today's update is a little late and a little less...
As for the reason…
Um……
Xiuzi, I am addicted to Dazai and cannot extricate myself, ahhh, this man is so damn handsome, I can do it ahhhh!!!
Even though his personality is a bit bad, that face is really...tsk tsk tsk!
Ah... I really want to write a book about Dazai, and I want to have sex with him QVQ, hehe!
The playboy Xiuzi was watching Dazai on his phone while glancing at the picture of his zodiac sign on the desk.
Emmmm, hold down the feet that are eager to climb the wall (￣～￣)
Because I am addicted to Dazai, today's conversation with my gay friend:
Gay friend: Let’s stop typing and get a room!
Friend: ??? In?
Friend: Where are the people???
...After a long time
Me: Ahhh, here it comes.
Me: Open, open, open.
Friend: ...What did you do just now? →_→
Me: Yeah... I'm addicted to men... (; ￣ェ￣)
Friend: You bastard!! -_-#
Me: Let’s get a room. (secretly changing the subject) =_=
My friend: Well, let's open it. O(∩_∩)O~~ Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-09-04 17:04:39~2020-09-05 23:47:27~
Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Qindian and Vidmo 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: the holiday balance has been reset to zero with 4 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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