Especially in this situation where everyone is extremely fearful, it is really difficult to communicate effectively.
There was no other way, Qianye could only find the old village chief, take out the identity of "Liu Qinshan" again, and then invite all the people hiding in the house...
There are not too many people, but not too few either.
Liu Qinshan's courtyard obviously cannot accommodate so many people.
Fortunately, in rural areas, the villagers saw that there was not enough space, so they all brought some sheds from their homes and simply set up a tent in the surrounding land.
I am used to this kind of life style, so no one complains, except for a few children who are not very old, and they cry once or twice...
Some people were confused about what Mr. Liu was doing, so they boldly went up to ask.
And Liu Qinshan didn't hide much about it.
An Yu didn't look back at Huang Qiu, but she still walked in. The gravel on the road was stepped on under my feet, making a rustling sound.
"He is here to verify whether it is true and whether you have any need to lie to him."
It must be said that Qianye has really been there, so how could the two of them be so similar?
"Huang Qiu, thank him."
But according to Old Man Liu’s way of doing things.
But I suddenly paused again, and realized that the other person's life might be the same as mine. He had no one to rely on for a long time, and how many people would miss him...
An Yu stood by the door.
After all, if we have any ability, at least we have been addicted to talking in private, so we should do whatever we want.
Having already reached this point, he simply told the whole truth to the villagers, and said that if he wanted to survive in the future, he should not go further than a fifty-meter radius.
An Yu paused, and was about to say something to comfort her, but the last thing she wanted to say was blocked in her throat. She knew how to explain it to Huang Qiu.
Liu Qinshan took out the cigarette rod from his mouth and said hurriedly.
In fact, some of them did not disobey Liu Qinshan's words.
"Okay, that's what I'm talking about." Old Liu didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, so he just casually mentioned it and passed on.
"You are strangers to people outside the village. You know exactly what our personalities are like. Suddenly we are no longer the same. Can you sense what it is?"
"There are not many things in the world that he has seen, and he may never see them again before he dies."
Before an abnormal person comes into direct contact with death, there are eight most obvious manifestations.
Naturally, no one would pay special attention to me.
As you drank the porridge, your eyes drifted into the house, staring at the noise of the villagers in the house in a daze.
It's just the end now, there's not much to do.
That script really has no continuity.
Because of the death of a family of eight, one or two young people had not yet finished believing in Liu Qinshan.
Pause for a moment.
"Everyone will die first. On the contrary, the time of living is simply too short compared to death. Even though he can become a ghost like he said, this is why he has to die so slowly..."
Before Xiaozhi took a look at Jiang Liang's condition, it didn't make much sense for me to stay.
Whether there is much emotion in An Yu's sentences, I am also wondering how Hanhu should face Jiang Liang at this time.
I originally thought that Jiang Liang's mood would break down before he found out that he had eyes, but it didn't turn out that bad.
Before finishing what Liu Qinshan told me, I went back outside the house to see the old lady Jiang Liang who had an accident last night...
What's even worse is.
"Jiang Liang, is it worse?"
The old lady was sitting aside and drinking porridge quietly at the moment. She was not too wordy or interjected a word, as if Jiang Liang's thoughts did not cause any fluctuation in your mood.
The villagers naturally believed Liu Qinshan's words. After all, no one would gamble with their own lives. When they heard the news, although some of their lips trembled in disbelief, they still agreed...
"Anyu, will you die?"
Huang Qiu seemed to have never thought about getting an answer from An Yu.
"Actually, there is nothing wrong with death. I just keep sleeping like that, no matter whether I am worried or sad. If I am definitely unlucky, I might become a free ghost, floating around and playing."
"you......"
"Huh...were you going to violate the rules? Didn't we, a family of eight, leave the house after that? We still died? What do you want us to do now?"
Before you woke up, you were crying or fussing. You were lying under the bed normally and obediently, knowing what was going on in your heart.
This is not about naming the victim.
"Thank you for what?"
When Huang Qiu came to me, I just patted another stone next to me and motioned Huang Qiu to sit on it.
During this period, I glanced at the old lady who was still sitting numbly by the door, but the last thing she said was that she was about to leave.
After living for two hundred years and sending away generations of bad people, it is strange that I can meet the former victims.
An Yu realized what was going on and raised her head to look at the old man. Just when she was about to ask another question, Liu Qinshan interrupted me.
There is no other one, and there are still things that I have not touched yet.
Why does Liu Qinshan still choose to hide it now?
Crying or fussing, being so quiet that it makes people feel excessive, having a calm mind to the point of imagining, it may be that he has seen through life and death, or his brain has retreated into numbness, and he has come out of what happened at that time.
"Well, I don't have such a literary talent..."
"Hasn't he seen this, a person named Qianye?" An Yu asked what he thought of later.
If it were a shocking scar on the eye, An Yu might even think that it was Jiang Liang chatting with Randi.
In addition to knowing that I am a native, and being able to see through the weird abilities I possess at a glance, An Yu feels that my memory will also be confused.
"It's a matter of trust and trust! If you want to die, don't harm us, just find a way out on your own!"
It was about what the village would eventually become before that incident.
Behind me, the villagers were setting up tents, chatting, and coaxing their children. Some people were paying attention to where I was standing.
There is still a huge bug out there...
You seemed to be just minding your own business, lying under the bed and mumbling in your sleep.
Turning around, An Yu planned to talk to Liu Qinshan and resolve the doubts in her heart...
The joys and sorrows of the world are not the same.
"At most from a personal point of view, he cannot think that they exist because he is alive. After all, their existence has no meaning to him before his death.
Jiang Liang said this accidentally.
Liu Qinshan is not the guardian of that village.
An Yu asked back.
Speaking of that, Huang Qiuzheng wanted to mention Jiang Liang's family.
The clear eyes moved slightly to the lower right, ending the recall of past events.
Did Liu Qinshan go anywhere else?
"What are you talking about?" Huang Qiu retorted, "Death means that everything is gone. Sadness will indeed disappear, but what about death? What about depression? Will those also disappear?"
In the horror world, this phenomenon will exist in any world without plot.
Did Liu Qinshan mince words? He answered An Yu's question before taking a puff of cigarette.
Knowing what you were thinking of, he took a deep breath and stepped forward, saying to An Yu: "You should rest for a while while he goes out for a walk."
Huang Qiu in front stopped me.
"His sister...oh yes, I should say this older girl, your question is, has he considered Hanhu?" And the eighth type is not like Huang Qiu...
"The wild flowers blooming on the mountaintops in the morning light, the peaks with clouds and mist rising up to the clouds, the quiet lakeside of the big stream, the wonders of sunset in the desert, the nights when you can see the gorgeous aurora..."
"Those are all beautiful things."
"Don't make any noise. Let Mr. Liu have a bad rest. The noise will give me a headache. Little guy, please calm down. If you violate the rules, something will happen!"
I have always known this sentence, but the words I wanted to hear reached my ears.
In fact, you haven't woken up since the morning.
"Have a bad rest."
I was sitting in front of the house, under a relatively regular stone, holding a cigarette rod outside my mouth, looking at the intersection of the village from a distance.
The character is a promising child...
"Yes, yes, you know, little writer."
I am the first person to come outside that village, and I may also be the first one...
The memory of special NPCs will be changed. It is too reasonable to accept it weakly and let the plot continue...
"bad."
An Yu didn't mean to be polite, and the other party also understood my personality very well. Now I pretend to be respectful, which is small but necessary.
Doubts suddenly emerged from An Yu's heart.
The first type is a greater desire for life, which casts a shadow on the incident of being close to death, and may be willing to be exposed to it again throughout life, forming an avoidant personality.
Inexplicably, such a sentence popped into An Yu's mind.
"He should be able to come and ask you that. Doesn't he want to know about that person?" I turned my head and looked at Huang Qiu.
"..."
"Okay, okay...Mr. Liu, we understand, and we will never leave the distance you mentioned."
An Yu's words were choked back in his stomach.
So after pondering for two seconds, An Yu added:
"We have seen that there is little difference between us and him. We all relied on our wrists to show some skills. We just ran around according to the rules. Except for those who had bad luck and were saved by you, the others were too desperate and died first.
Inside the village..."
"Mr. Liu, you also know the situation in my family. If something unexpected happens, please take less care of your poor family..."
Will it be able to survive in bad condition, or will it become a ruin and a dead village with no one living in it? The victims who should be dragged in will still come.
"You heard Mr. Liu say that before you met Yili yesterday, he was concerned about safety and ran out to save you." Huang Qiu said hurriedly.
Jiang Liang, on the other hand, continued to lie down. The blood under the white cloth covering his eyes had not completely dried, and the blood from the wound had been stopped...
Duo Nan's confession lingered in his ears.
You just think we are noisy...
Before finishing speaking.
I haven't heard anyone say that since...
"Have you."
For example, could it be a real person...
...
"It's not bad, you're in trouble." Jiang Liang's voice didn't sound healthy. He was not as bad as he looked on the surface.
You couldn't help but praise An Yu: "Beyond your impression, given his character, he would still say such things."
I smacked my lips and told Anyu another thing:
Those NPCs don't mean much to me.
An Yu paid no attention to the tranquility of the villagers.
After Liu Qinshan's rescue, the old lady's illness was not much worse. She was lying under the bed just talking nonsense like before. At most, she could not go to bed, walk a few steps, and drink half a bowl of porridge by herself.
Difficulty or success...
Sitting next to Liu Qinshan, I followed his line of sight and looked towards the entrance of the village:
Jiang Liang's slightly serious speech made a weak smile appear on the corner of Jiang Liang's mouth.
Jiang Liang woke up.
The sycamore tree next to the yard, whose branches and leaves were slightly swayed by the breeze, gradually stopped and stopped amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd...
The wind from the entrance of the village followed the mountain and blew past the stone well toward me, lifting a few white hairs behind my forehead...
The conversation among the villagers was chaotic.
Liu Qinshan's suspicious answer met An Yu's suspicion.
It was only until the low point of the script world came to an end that Huang Qiu and I could not leave that world.
Liu Qinshan said.
Liu Qinshan nodded.
There was not too much sadness in his tone, as if he had already made psychological preparations for himself and delayed knowing the outcome.
Tell the story that the family will be sad before the other person dies.
It is completely different from the state in which "father" was buried...
"You and them are from the same world, and their life and death actually have little to do with you. All you want is to keep that village."
Regarding this.
"You have always wanted to know how he was able to insist that you were from that village and came from it the first time he saw you?"
and.
“The less you see, the less you know.”
"You know he's fine. If you want to ask anything, just ask him directly. While your old body is still strong, you can still answer his questions later..."
"Anyu."
Such comfort may aggravate the other person's indifference towards death.
"What to save...didn't you succeed in saving me in the first place?"
After all, Qianye's methods are very similar to Liu Qinshan's. Whether it's the white powder or the way to deal with weird things, they all seem to come from the same method...
"You hate him..."
An Yu crossed the threshold and asked a simple question out of emotion.
...
Did I turn around and agree to Jiang Liang's confession, or did I acknowledge the other's love directly? Instead, I just stood at the door, thinking for a long time before I squeezed out seven words from my mouth.
Jiang Liang didn't say a naughty joke.
"It's fair to say that he has met other people from other places before, right?" An Yu continued to ask.
However, Liu Qinshan's answer made me feel a little satisfied.
"You are a great speaker." An Yu replied.
"Indeed, I just remembered that I didn't understand the question, and I had no idea, so I thought of asking." An Yu answered truthfully.
Turn your head sideways.
The old man just shook his head and admitted that he had never seen that person before.
At present, the village is causing disasters. When will these evil spirits that harm people's lives break through the village and surround the place tightly?
Waiting for An Yu to turn around.
No matter what the name of the protagonist in the original story is, it will always be replaced by the name of the victim who arrives, resulting in a strange situation where the father and son have the same last name.
The reason why I ask that question is because I think Qianye's method is unique, and I want to find out whether that method came from Liu Qinshan, and if so, whether it came from someone else.
The seventh type is mental breakdown, which is a loss of reason for a certain period of time, which may lead to violence and other situations. What is said outside the mouth is also nonsense, and it is not scary as ordinary people always say.
In fact, Chino and I have quite a bit of a relationship.