sunk in yesterday

Different from the dry atmosphere during the day, as soon as you step out of the door, you will be greeted by a dark and damp atmosphere.

The further you go outside, the clearer the eerie feeling becomes.

The hour hand on the clock has stepped into a new day, and the mist that has not yet gathered into shape is piled up into flocs, floating and lingering around, mixed with a strange smell.

Shen Wei swallowed hard, swallowing back the feeling of vomiting that almost broke through his throat, and dully recalled that this was not the first time this smell had appeared in this dream.

There are in the temple, and there are also near the earth pit when going back.

The smell of the dead is ethereal, like a strand of silk, floating against the wind from the short shadow in front.

"What is she holding in her hand?" Compared to knowing where Liu Wan'er is going, Shen Wei is also very curious about what she is pulling in her hand.The sound came into his ears together with the footsteps when he woke up, and the rustling was like a kitten scratching the floor, making him itchy all over. But now that his sight is blocked, it is not easy to keep up with people in the darkness. Can't tell the difference.

Xia Zhuo frowned, he didn't know.It was Guan Yuzhou who said in a low voice, "Bamboo strips."

Xia Zhuo's expression was relaxed, and he asked, "The kind Liu Wan pulled out from the woodpile?"

Guan Yuzhou nodded: "Well, it should be the same."

Bamboo?Hiss...not like that.Shen Wei wrinkled his face and became even more puzzled.

The bamboo strips are all one by one, but the one Wan'er is holding is tangled together. Is it something made of bamboo strips?

The three of them followed for more than ten minutes, gradually leaving the village behind, as if they were getting closer to the location, Wan'er's speed also slowed down, and no one was distracted by talking.

They went up the mountain a few times, and naturally they can see everything from the heights, so Xia Zhuo has already figured out what is roughly in each direction. If it were Liu Qianyu and the others, they should be able to recognize the destination of Wan'er's trip halfway Where would it be.

Sure enough, at the end of the small forest, a flat embankment was exposed behind the weeds.A few scattered trees can't cover the water vapor all over the sky, and the smell of the soil is even more overwhelming. The loud sound of the turbulent waves hitting the shore occasionally shakes the eardrums——Wan'er came to the place where Liu's body was thrown away. In front of the river.

The river has no eyes, and adults do not allow children to approach it on weekdays.Or maybe they have done something shady and felt that the river was bad luck, so they would never let their children come and play nearby.

Compared with the churning water waves, everything seems to have fallen into a relatively static state.

Wan'er stood upright on the river embankment, her back was facing the direction she came from, and she only lowered her head to look at the river under her feet that splashed her red clothes again and again.

"I heard that after death, ghosts will keep repeating what happened when they died. Could it be that she is also doing this unconsciously?" Shen Wei hid in the grass horribly, pushing aside a leaf with one hand, feeling scared and worried.

"No." Guan Yuzhou denied, "She is a living person, not a ghost."

"Oh... a living person is fine." Hearing this, Shen Wei relaxed a little - a living person is better than a real ghost.His mind was spinning in a blur, and after two seconds, his fear suddenly rose to a higher level, and the two eyes on his chubby face suddenly widened: "Since she is a human, why did she come here... She, Does she have memories of her previous life?!"

If there are memories of the previous life, isn't this seven-year-old body filled with a resentful ghost?But in front of others, this ghost has a sunny and cute appearance, innocent and innocent all day long, like a little angel who fell from the sky to the mortal world.

According to Li Sunshi's words, there is no one here who doesn't like Wan'er.

But Mrs. Liu wished that all of them would die.

Shen Wei added: "And why do we have to wait so many years for revenge? It's been eight years. If she was a ghost, wouldn't she have slapped her to death?"

Yes.

Why did Liu choose revenge after so long?

Xia Zhuo pursed her lips and thought for a while, and soon thought of it.

"Because she cast a curse when she died, and the curse probably meant that there would be no more children in the village. And she happened to be reincarnated into the Liu family in the same village. At the moment of her reincarnation, the curse took effect. Wan'er has been from birth until now. They are all ordinary children. It is not because she has memories of her previous life, but because the village is suffering from being unable to have children and asks the gods. They also guessed that Liu's death caused the current situation. It's suppressing—the missing body must be hidden in the Goddess Temple. The villagers found the pit where Liu Zijin was buried and dug out the body, and put it in the temple so that she can never cause trouble again."

It's safe to be buried in the ground, but now the soil is passive, and the resentment that has been buried for so long has rushed out of the clouds again, and the disaster is getting closer.

"Hey... After you said that, I suddenly felt that my mind was clear." Shen Wei smacked his lips, "I figured it out, I figured it out. So what is manipulating Wan'er now is the remaining resentment from the Liu family?"

"Yes." Xia Zhuo looked at the figure not far away, "It may have affected Wan'er long ago, because after all, the soul is the same. If the temple is really established, it should be a bad thing for her, so When the villagers are all on the mountain and the incense is extinguished and they cannot suppress her, she will manipulate Wan'er to burn the entire village, thus completing her revenge, but..."

But in the same way, she would also die in this fire, not only the remaining bit of consciousness would be wiped out, even the innocent Liu Wan'er who was reincarnated would be buried in it.

Shen Wei lowered his voice, "That's why you asked us to keep an eye on her at night...you want her to survive."

"It's not that I want her to survive." Xia Zhuo corrected, "It's Liu Zijin, her husband."

The little group of people he hugged that day must have been Liu Wan'er who died in the sea of ​​fire.

"But after Liu Zijin came out last time..." Shen Wei's face turned pale for a moment, and when he remembered the experience of being face-to-face with this villain, the remaining fear in his body instinctively emerged, and he took a breath and said: "He, he is not Did he kill so many people like he was crazy? If he really wanted to save Wan'er, he shouldn't have appeared in the temple, but the Liu family."

"He can't be saved." Xia Zhuo was very sure.

If he can be saved, what else is there to do to attract participants?

If he could be saved, the dream would have come true the moment they took Liu Zijin back to Tuping Village and stepped into Tuping Village.

So he has more than enough energy.

"As for what you said, he killed all the villagers in front of the temple like he was crazy, because of this." Xia Zhuo reached out and brought the candle in Guan Yuzhou's hand.

Misfortune comes with blessings, and blessings come with misfortunes.

"White candles are used to worship the dead. Originally, the candles should have been white, including the two candles lit by the villagers. However, they are not offering sacrifices to 'dead people', but 'ghosts'."

A ghost who wanted to come back and claim his life.

It is correct to use white candles to pay homage, but it will lead to wrong results.

As soon as the white candle was lit and became part of the sacrifice, Liu's resentment could not be suppressed by the incense alone, and it would naturally affect Liu Zijin who followed the summoning.

In the temple, the candle rolled to the ground, and when the centipede face was picked up, the plate cut his hand, and the blood stained the candle, but the accident did not make the situation serious.Therefore, the dream told the participants in a harsh environment at that time - what they needed to make up was the opposite, the red candle that should not be used in the sacrifice process.

So Guan Yuzhou proposed to let Meng Tianhua complete this "little experiment".

Guan Yuzhou still thought a little more than he did.

hateful.

Maybe this guy thought of this when he told Guan Yuzhou this sentence and saw the candles in the temple for the first time.

So Xia Zhuo glanced at Guan Yuzhou unwillingly.

Guan Yuzhou looked back with raised eyebrows, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Xia Zhuo moaned and chirped for a long time, without saying anything, Liu Wan'er by the river moved first.

She stood for so long that they thought she would stand until dawn.This movement also brought seriousness to the slightly softened atmosphere of the chat just now, and the three of them hid more discreetly, looking at each other intently.

Liu Wan'er picked up the knitted fabric in her hand, and sang a song instead.

When that eerie play was sung in the tone of a seven-year-old child, Shen Wei's body shook violently, and goosebumps kept running out along his back.

She turned around in a circle, holding something bright white in her hand, which was a knife as long as an adult's arm.But soon her elegant posture changed, and the knife ruthlessly smashed through the bamboo, piercing deeply into the ground under her feet.

The sound of sharp friction makes the scalp tingle.

She kept repeating the movements again and again as if she was tireless. It didn't feel like she was breaking bamboo, but more like stabbing someone.The river slapped against the embankment, as if a huge mouth had opened from behind her, barking with rising anger.

The three heard the question again.

[Is it my fault? ]

[Is it my fault? ]

Through the little girl kneeling on the ground, they seemed to be able to see the girl in the pleated skirt.

Bamboo chips scattered and sank to the ground along with the water vapor.The dirt stuck to the sharp blade, and in the dark it looked like a large bloodstain.

Shen Wei covered one ear, gritted his teeth and asked, "What is she dismantling?"

Xia Zhuo couldn't answer.

I didn't see it clearly at first, but now that it has been destroyed into that appearance, I can't recognize it anymore.

"Haven't you seen anything like this in her room?"

Although I don't recognize it, it looks like an elliptical ball from its outline.

Shen Wei recalled, with a blank expression on his face: "No. The biggest thing made of bamboo sticks in her room is the kite, and the others are small items."

Guan Yuzhou suddenly said: "Pig cage."

These two words Xia Zhuo felt very familiar, but couldn't remember what they were.

On the contrary, Shen Wei at the side was shocked, and blurted out like a soul: "The pig cage that soaked the pig cage?!"

He had heard of this thing no less than seven or eight times, but it was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

Guan Yuzhou nodded, and briefly introduced a few words to Xia Zhuo: "It is a kind of lynching in the feudal period. People are put in pig cages and thrown into the water. In severe cases, the water covers their heads and drowns alive."

"But isn't it said that this kind of punishment is only for adulterers?" Shen Wei was very surprised: "Could it be that...she and Liu Zijin are not husband and wife, but have an affair? Oh, no, that one It is written on the tombstone that it is the 'virtuous wife' Mrs. Liu."

Women in ancient times valued innocence. If they lost their morality in the relationship between men and women, being immersed in a pig cage was the most common punishment.

A village's high position determines everything, and it can be easily judged with a wave of hands, and the power to kill lives is in the hands of these people.

Wan'er on the embankment was still repeating in a low voice: Is it my fault?

She kept talking and talking, as if she wanted an answer, but no one could give her an answer.

"It's not adultery." Xia Zhuo opened her mouth, as if thinking of something: "...her skirt is bleeding all the time."