Yan Yan and Qing Yu forgot that they couldn't swallow the soup in their mouths.
"How many?"
"one day one Night?"
They had only been in Qianhu Village for one day and one night.
The girl nodded, tilted her head and asked, "Big bone soup is very difficult to make. Don't you believe it, sister or brother?"
Yan Yan: "..."
Qingyu: "..."
How do they believe this?
It's only been a day since Qingyu's leg was broken. If this bone soup was really used to repair Qingyu's shape, it wouldn't have lasted more than a day.
And it didn’t take more than two hours for the aunt to wake up.
Yan Yao and Qing Yu suddenly turned their heads to look at Bai Zhu, both looking for an explanation.
After the girl left, Yan Yan and Qing Yu waited for Bai Zhu to speak.
Bai Zhu sighed: "The time passed by the dead bodies here is different from what we see. We have spent half a day here, but for them it should be more than three days."
The passage of time made Yan Yan think of the underworld.
Here we live the routine of the underworld, but the sun rises and sets with the sun.
"No wonder my leg is broken. Even if it is a piece of wood, it will be broken after dancing for three days without stopping." Qingyu suddenly realized.
In the middle of the night, the aunt came and invited them to dance in the open space where the sacrifice was held.
Qingyu couldn't even stand up. Yan Yan originally wanted to stay in the wooden house with Bai Zhu.
Bai Zhu stood up and looked like he was really about to leave.
"You!" Yan Yan pulled his arm.
Bai Zhu looked back at her: "What if there is a clue and we miss it?"
Yan Yan pursed his lips: "Then I'll go."
After saying this, Bai Zhu sat down on the chair without even thinking about it.
"then you go."
Yan Yan: "..." I really didn't give her a chance to hesitate.
"Then why don't you stay?" Bai Zhu raised his eyes.
Yan Yan thought for a while and decided that she should go out.
She had been with Qingyu in the passenger compartment for a while, but she felt extremely bored.
It's more suitable for her to go out and play.
It was still the same as last night's singing and dancing. This time, if the aunt asked Yan Yan to dance again, she would not want to go.
It’s just that these are dead bodies that don’t tire of themselves. Her body is that of a living person, and she has to bear the pain of a broken leg.
Looking at the villagers laughing and laughing in front of them, who would have thought that they were corpses that had died long ago and killed the people who raised the corpses.
Appearance comes from the heart, and Yan Yu always looks at a person's appearance before deciding whether he wants to get along with that person or not.
She would get along well with the people in front of her anywhere else, as long as they were not in Qianhu Village.
The light of the bonfire reflected on Yan Yan's face, and her snow-white hair had a red halo.
The villagers formed two circles and danced outside the bonfire. Yan Yan didn't know whether to look at the bonfire or the villagers.
The villagers in front of him walked in unison and acted in unison, like a shadow puppet show, which reminded Yan Yan of the screen in Xing Ziyuan's attic.
That kind of rigid and rigid picture will always make people confused in it.
As Yan Yan watched, his eyes were dazzled by the flames of the bonfire.
When she closed her eyes and opened them again, the villagers in front of her had all changed into the same appearance.
No matter whether they are tall or short, fat or thin, men and women have the same face and the same red clothes.
The face of the dummy is smiling, indulging in the bonfire night.
Yan Yan was startled, thinking that the fire flashed into her eyes.
Upon closer inspection, the villagers in front of him returned to normal.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could breathe again, she was stunned for a moment when she looked at the villagers again.
The villagers held hands and stood still outside the campfire.
Yan Yan narrowed her eyes and looked at the villagers facing her.
His white, misty eyes stared unblinkingly at the bonfire in front of him.
Was he asleep?
Can you fall asleep standing up?
Weren't you still dancing just now?
Yan Yan's mind was full of questions and he stepped forward to check it out.
As soon as I took a step out, I saw a middle-aged man playing drums standing up in the northernmost part of the sacrificial space.
Yan Yan took back his stepped foot and looked at the middle-aged man carefully.
The eyes of middle-aged people have not turned gray.
He put down the drum in his hand and walked to the bonfire. He stared at the bonfire for a long time, then turned around and made a move that dumbfounded Yan Yan.
He picked up a villager and threw him into the bonfire.
Yan Yan opened his eyes wide in shock.
Then, he turned around and picked up a villager and threw him into the bonfire.
When the fire in the campfire became more intense, he returned to the place where he played the drum before and continued to play the drum.
As the drums sounded, the villagers who were standing still started dancing again.
Looking at the still bustling scene in front of her, Yan Yan almost wondered if what she just saw was an illusion.
As it gets later and later, after early morning, dawn is about to break.
The villagers in the open space dispersed, and Yan Yan followed his aunt back to the wooden house.
In the wooden house, Qingyu had already fallen asleep, and Baizhu took her back to the room.
When Yan and Yan returned to the room, the first ray of light in the morning came in.
She came to the window and closed it. The room instantly became dark, and when she opened her eyes, it was dark.
"This window is really nice, it blocks out the light well." Yan Yan finished speaking expressionlessly and stretched out his hand to touch in the darkness.
Bai Zhu grabbed both of her hands and brought them to her side.
"Go out and find anything?"
"Yeah." Yan Yan told Bai Zhu about the middle-aged man, "That man should be a living person, and he also knows how to exorcise corpses. We should be able to run into him when we go out during the day."
"People in the village may not hurt Qingyu. You go to sleep for a while and I will go find that person with you."
For their incarnations in the human world, it doesn't matter whether they sleep or not, but if they don't sleep for a long time, the energy and spirit on their faces will be insufficient.
Yan Yan smiled, took Bai Zhu and lay down on the bed.
She hadn't closed her eyes for two days and one night, and her physical body couldn't bear it. She fell asleep before she even put her hands on Bai Zhu.
Yan Yu slept so darkly in the wooden house that he couldn't tell the difference between day and night. He didn't know how long he had slept, but when he opened his eyes, it was still dark.
She sat up from the bed and touched the area beside her. The white candle was gone.
The darkness around her always made her feel like she was sleeping in a coffin.
Putting his feet on the ground and looking for embroidered shoes, Yan Yan bent down and paused.
Reach out and touch the front.
I touched something sticky and moist.
In front of her, stood a "person"?
There's no ghost... it's just a corpse.
Yan Yan opened the fire certificate, and a dark shadow flashed in front of him.
It was the corpse they saw in Zhengmen Village.
But when Yan Yan looked again, there was nothing in front of him.
She looked at her hands, and the sticky and moist feeling on her hands was gone.
Yan Yan fumbled and opened the window. The sun was shining outside. It seemed that it was just past noon.
Once the windows were opened, the cold feeling in the wooden house disappeared.
She went to Qingyu's guest room.
Qingyu was sleeping soundly and still didn't see Bai Zhu's figure.
Since the person couldn't be lost anyway, Yan Yan just wandered around the wooden house and waited for Bai Zhu to come back to find the middle-aged man.