Finally, after Anyu and Qianye returned to the room, she still couldn't get rid of the emotions of this false world. She covered her head with the quilt and started sobbing...
The father is leaving traces of his existence.
After his children had gone back, he called over the old lady who was praying to the statue in the kitchen.
"Mom, don't use it, forget it."
"I feel very satisfied to be with you at this time..."
The old lady put her wrinkled hands on the man's face.
She trembled, as if she was recalling how she had touched him like that when he was a child.
"What nonsense are you saying? It'll be fine!"
"Don't be afraid, I'll be fine..."
It seems that I haven't accepted the fact that I will die. I am like a dummy without emotions. I just lie under the stretcher made by the villagers and look at the clear blue sky. I know what I am thinking...
..
How could an old man with such a bad physical condition be able to defeat the villagers around him who "picked him up"?
I was determined for a while when I left...
"If you go and have a look."
"This, old man, I..."
"As for the eight requirements of the village, you will temporarily doubt that. Within that month, you will live a good life in accordance with those eight requirements."
It seemed that he wanted his embarrassed appearance to be seen by his children, and there was no sense of avoidance in his subconscious...
The old lady was still sitting by the door.
"It's come true, let's go back home."
It must only be judged by the power given by the powder...
I first inserted a few candles around the pit, and then wrapped the candles with some red ropes, connecting them layer by layer like a spider web.
"Don't be afraid, it's no big deal."
Under the moonlight.
The reason why I think that kind of powder is weird...
In the quiet and peaceful environment, the man chose to sleep on the old lady's arm for the last time.
"He doesn't have any ideas. He's just like the other people inside."
The surrounding villagers also breathed a small sigh of relief, and the stone hanging in their hearts was put away. At most, they would be worried about the evil spirit resurrecting and causing chaos outside the village.
No matter how successful Lao Ba's son is, he is Lao Ba's biological son after all.
Logically speaking, there are two retreats into the horror world.
It wasn't until only one head was left exposed in the loess that the woman suddenly caught a glimpse of An Yu and Tu Gui.
Tell me what it feels like.
The atmosphere during this period was very stiff. Liu Qinshan had some slight reaction and was busy packing up his ritual things. An Yu just stood silently, as if waiting for the other party to do something.
Exactly the same as what he said except for the content...
"..."
Finally.
That was at the prime of life. What if I took out a kitchen knife from my pocket at this moment and chopped down whoever I wanted?
The woman's body was covered with handfuls of loess. The clothes underneath me were too clean, but sometimes I felt a little awkward when being covered in loess...
Not even one person is shaking...
The villagers moved very slowly.
I still want to ask about that now.
It's just a way of getting closer. It seems like this thing is some kind of dirty thing and I don't feel tired of seeing it.
The night was not as long as I thought, it just passed by in a short moment...
If carelessness happens in business, who can afford it...
An Yu replied calmly.
Liu Qinshan was standing at the edge of the pit wearing a Taoist robe. I looked up at the sky and then gave orders.
certainly.
"Are these evil spirits in the town really just going to stay outside the town?"
You are still the same as before, and you don’t have any normal reaction...
You don't look like you did when you first came to that world. When you go out, you need to dress yourself up carefully, maybe choose clothes that you thought looked bad for a long time.
Did the rituals last too long?
Hear the words.
And when Old Man Liu put the first candle into the Taoist robe, I also turned my head and looked at An Yu, who was true to his word.
From a distance, Liu Qinshan's home looked like someone was there.
Just like before, he leaned on his mother's arms and curled up in her arms to fall asleep.
In the narrow house with earthen walls, the two mother and son looked at each other under the dim light.
I didn't say anything, but I looked at the expressions around me while I was lying in the pit.
Are you kidding me?
The villagers were very pleased with his extremely thoughtful appearance. They looked at each other, then apologized and left An Yu.
There were only eight people left there, Tu Gui, Jiang Liang, and Liu Qinshan.
At the same time, he took out a few weird things from his robe, and also took out some objects that Tu Gui could only see outside of old-fashioned horror movies...
None of the villagers were too worried, so they bent over and asked tentatively: "Mr. Liu, is that the case?"
That question makes no sense at all...
So I didn’t talk too much and just led Jiang Liang towards the front mountain...
The village seemed particularly quiet...
Just when they reached the village gate, a pit was dug, and the woman was let go...
He opened his mouth heavily, as if he wanted to tell An Yu and Jiang Liang.
The first shovelful of loess rained down.
Watching the ritual process is not without gaining anything.
Several of the villagers winked at each other, as if to communicate that if An Yu really didn't act violently, we would work together to control it, and we would definitely make An Yu bring out some sharp instrument.
The villagers sighed visibly.
"Your mother..."
Assuming that Qian Ye really came into contact with Liu Qinshan, the only possibility is that the other party retreated to another world that linked to that plot...
Then there is the body...
You yourself are suspicious of gods and Buddhas.
Jiang Liang nodded and stood up.
That was the flesh and blood that fell out of his own belly.
An Yu and Tu Gui could hear a group of villagers rushing over from nearby. The village chief took the lead and said what we had done. Xiaozhi didn't mean to take women to Liu Qinshan.
In reality, even an idiot would be able to understand that a small living person has been buried outside the earth for so long. Unless I am a human being, how can I still survive?
An Yu recalled that Liu Qinshan once said that before burying a woman, another ritual must be performed.
In my eyes, I seemed surprised that my child had followed me.
Yesterday's gift-giving was just the preparation.
However, we still felt a little bit uncomfortable about burying fellow villagers alive with our own hands.
But in the end, I still smiled habitually.
"You want to ask you."
It didn't take long for the villagers to leave.
"The difference is small, they can move forward further."
Just guessing is useful.
...
"Oh Ye... we, we are forced to do so."
An Yu quietly looked at the entire process from a close distance, trying to discern something in it.
You can only turn a blind eye.
Other people coming inside...
Chi, chi...
Just watching his son being carried out...
Get closer gradually.
Liu Qinshan directly answered the facts without any emotion.
outside the house.
An Yu returned to the problem itself.
Jiang Liang, who was lying under the bed, said loudly, you tried your best to restrain yourself from crying, your eyes were wandering.
Tu Gui, who had never suffered a loss in this area, secretly made up his mind to test Liu Qinshan when he ran out of time.
You must be tired from crying, and now you can only make a hoarse sob from your throat, and your sleeves are stained with tears smeared from your face.
After thinking for a while, An Yu added.
Never before had I carried the emotions as deeply as Jiang Liang did. I just turned my head slightly and looked at the two hamburger boxes placed under the nearby wooden table.
It was as if the villagers had done something extremely wrong. When we saw our eighth son, who had been buried by our own hands, standing behind us, our legs froze in place.
...
Liu Qinshan stood up and quickly retrieved the objects under the loess.
So I sat up and suggested to Jiang Liang:
The villagers next to us who were responsible for burying people alive were also in a very happy mood. We felt that the shovels in our hands had become lighter today, and our wrists didn't even tremble after just digging such a small amount of soil.
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"Just think of it as seeing me off..."
Jiang Liang, who had never faced the kind of separation between life and death, turned his head and dared to watch the woman in the pit playing his "father" in that world.
"Well, the evil spirits inside me will come out again."
We didn't seem to have any regrets, and we didn't seem to be relieved. But we didn't say anything more, turned around, picked up the shovel, and prepared to leave.
Hear the words.
There was a pause.
But before I could fully say the words, another handful of loess was poured on my face, and my smile was buried deep in the mountains...
First the legs.
Take out the matches and light the candle.
The next day.
But, there is a way...
Old Man Liu answered directly without turning his head.
That brought back memories of Tu Gui's later days.
"Um."
I just wanted to wipe my face with a wet towel, rinse my mouth, and then push the door open with An Yu and go out...
"Yi? Ohno?"
"An Yu, you feel bad and sad."
certainly.
"Can't bury it anymore."
It's just that you don't have any help from gods and Buddhas right now.
The reason why we send some things to the old lady's house is just to give her a little comfort...
Compared to her mother's happiness, the look on the woman's face was a little less intense.
Birds fluttered through the dark sky with fluttering wings.
An Yu and Jiang Liang's speed slowed down a bit.
When I saw the woman leaving, I still had to hold back my heart.
"Mr. Liu has been talking about it for a day, please, young man..."
It's the sound of a shovel digging into the soil.
His hunched body stopped and kowtowed to the ground. Just hearing the cry made people feel so happy.
From a certain perspective, it makes sense to say that Liu Qinshan is Qianye's master.
He doesn't even speak fluently.
Walking along the lush road, we expected to see villagers digging holes on the mountainside.
Except for things like "Amaden Junior High School", there are no story links between sequels and prequels.
An Yu also knew what to say.
It's because An Yu didn't feel the slightest bit of grotesqueness in it, but even though he didn't have grotesque abilities, he couldn't resist it inexplicably.
White powder.
"..."
"It's only been two days. Why don't you give my son one less day?"
Vaguely, I remembered that when I was outside Lin Dada's body later, when I met Qianye on the so-called "Min'an Road" where the idea occurred, the former also took out the strange powder and sprinkled it on it.
Qianye doesn't look like a disciple at all.
"If something goes wrong, you blame them."
You are complaining to God about the male.
When a person is in a state of extreme sadness, the cerebellum will automatically block everything around him.
It's impossible for the old lady not to feel distressed.
The old lady was kneeling in the door.
That is the most important question at the moment. Tu Gui knows that.
"One day, just one day..."
Liu Qinshan, who was wearing Taoist robes, frowned.
In reality.
I guess we haven't taken the guy down the mountain yet, so we decided to carry the woman halfway up the mountain...
Before Liu Qinshan lit the candle, he took out a handful of white powder ground from something unknown, twisted it between his fingertips, and sprinkled it heavily into the pit.
Everyone looked at each other, and finally decided to get some people to pull the old lady up, and some people to carry the woman out of the house.
The villagers responsible for burying the people nearby shook their heads and silently took a few steps forward, hoping to use the slightest distance to get rid of the crime they had committed today.
According to that statement, An Yu also deepened the possibility that Liu Qinshan had met Qianye.
...
It's just that the last moment I saw something strange to me, but I didn't realize it...
"That's right. It's logical."
Before the powder was sprinkled, Old Man Liu watched quietly. When the candle burned to the red line and all the red lines tied to the same low temperature were burned out, my frown relaxed.
Before An Yu discovered the problem of white powder, he immediately thought that Tu Guihui had nothing to do with Old Man Liu.
"Dead."
I also know that I haven’t seen that kind of scene too often. I seemed to have any mood swings. I was holding on to the time in my heart, with a serious face as if I only cared about the success of the ritual...
It's been a long time.
Reciting these words that the older generation always likes to use to curse people...
Is there any Tu Gui who is not a little emotional about the plot?
"The conclusion that Liu Qinshan is a victim has been overturned. I am just an NPC in that world. Unless Qianye has retreated to that world, then the two of us are fighting each other..."
There is no way we can wait until the deadline on the eighth day comes. After all, if something threatens life, special people will naturally think that the sooner it is dealt with, the worse it will be.
"Then...don't blame us..."
"The old lady has asked them for anything, so today she is kneeling down to beg them!"
We stopped again:
The reason why he stayed outside and waited for Old Man Liu to pack his things was that Tu Gui wanted to ask about another thing.
"It's almost the same as Tu Gui's powder, except that its power is slightly weaker than Qianye's..."
On the way, I passed by Jiang Liang who pursed his lips and turned his head away to see where the woman was buried...
"Grandma, you and Dayu go to see your father off."
It seems that the old lady didn't hear it, and maybe your cerebellum is not blank at this time, and you are completely paying attention to everything around you.
An Yu looked at the other person and said this.
"After that..."
Liu Qinshan said.
An Yu and Tu Gui, who were already awake in the room, did not choose to get up. Instead, they lay in their original positions and looked at the corn cobs piled up under the bamboo boards above their heads.
Finally no one noticed An Yu and Jiang Liang who had been standing in front of us.
It was said that there was indeed one day left, but the woman had to be taken to the front mountain to dig a hole and bury her, and she also had to perform rituals and so on. The villagers were worried that time would be too tight by then.
The old lady was still crying, and she kept begging Xiaojia not to do that.
The silence of the crowd gradually faded away, and the only sound left at the door was the old lady sitting on the ground crying.
If Qianye had really retreated into that world and had contact with Liu Qinshan, he would have less understanding of the latter's identity...
Whenever she thought of the man running staggeringly and shouting about eating melon seeds when he was a child, she couldn't control the tears that burst out of her eyes and kept rolling around.
This is what the woman brought to us, what she thought was fresh food outside the city...
When interests and dangers affect themselves, how many people will not be complacent?