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Miao Village.

It is hard to imagine that in modern society, there would still be such primitive villages. People in the village work at sunrise and rest at sundown, and every household uses burning lamps. There is not even a signal here.

After Shi Hongfei sent him to the foot of the mountain, Xuan Changze embarked on the road alone.

Not right.

He has observed the location of Miaojia Village, the land of mountains. Although it is not on the mountain range, the people who live here are likely to be healthier and have better financial luck than ordinary people.

But now the entire village is covered by black air, and the shade of the trees blocks the sun. Under the cover of black air, there is not even a trace of light. If his clear thinking hadn't reminded him, even he would have thought that it was already over. Late into the night.

I was secretly on guard.

but--

White mist flowed out of his pocket and turned into a human form standing beside him.

"..."

Xuan Changze's eyes froze as he looked at the man wearing an ordinary sports suit, showing off his slender waist, long legs, and shortened waist-length hair.

Ali...

The hand was raised slightly.

Qin Yili looked forward and chuckled: "You are my benefactor after all. I can't just let you be swallowed by hungry ghosts without saving me."

He is not A Li.

Xuan Changze, who only took two seconds to wake up, recognized this reality. He did not stubbornly believe that he could solve the problem in Miaojia Village: "Hungry ghosts? As far as I know, hungry ghosts are not so powerful."

"Ordinary hungry ghosts don't have such powerful power, but what if they are hungry ghosts who have been enshrined for hundreds of years?" His unique slow tone sounded like a lover's murmur.

But Xuan Changze, whose emotional intelligence was close to zero, couldn't hear the ambiguity at all. He just thought calmly: "Are you saying that the hungry ghost is backlash, so you want to treat everyone who enters the village as his sacrifice?"

Qin Yili, who didn't expect him to understand what he meant, stretched his shoulders: "Congratulations, you got the answer right."

The aura on Xuan Changze's body became colder and sharper.

If it is true as Qin Yili said, then Ling'er will be in danger.

Seeing him raising his feet and walking inside, Qin Yili caught up with him in a few steps, deliberately slowing him down and asking with a smile: "In such a hurry, is there anyone you care about inside?"

"..."

Obviously Xuan Changze's expression did not change, but Qin Yili found that he could see the context under the iceberg. The smile on the corner of his lips became weaker, and the aura on his body was slightly revealed: "Is he the one you like?"

How does he know?

Xuan Changze didn't go into details and just nodded.

Ling'er was his only relative in this world, and no one would dislike her for her cheerful personality like a little sun.

Where he didn't see it, Qin Yili's black eyes turned crimson, and the cruelty inside was enough to frighten people. He wanted to see what kind of person could be worthy of Xuan Changze's affection.

One person and one ghost stepped into the Miao Village shrouded in black mist.

"Oh, where did these two handsome young men come from? They know that our village is holding a sacrifice, so they want to come over to pray for blessings, right?" The aunt, who was a little fat and had a kind smile, asked with a smile when she saw them. .

Xuan Changze and Qin Yili looked at each other.

The situation inside was completely different from what they thought outside.

It's not lifeless or deserted, but rather lively and lively.

Villagers in twos and threes are discussing what kind of sacrifices they will give, children are playing and running happily, and even domestic animals are walking around freely and patrolling their territory.

"Brother, what's wrong? Is this your first time seeing a sacrifice? It doesn't matter. Our village welcomes outsiders. Do you want to come to my house and sit down?" The fat aunt wanted to entertain them enthusiastically.

Xuan Changze looked at Qin Yili beside him and saw him nodding invisibly before saying, "Thank you."

Seeing that they agreed, the fat aunt smiled even more happily and quickly led them the way: "This way, this way, my family lives in the west end of the village. I will treat you to the watermelon we grew ourselves later. It's very sweet."

Xuan Changze was paralyzed, and Qin Yili didn't speak at all, but the fat aunt just kept talking to herself without interruption.

These were the three bungalows that were unique to the old house. The fat aunt cut a plate of melon from the kitchen and brought it over: "Come on, let's taste it."

Looking at the sliced ​​pieces of melon exuding sweetness on the porcelain plate, the deep meaning in Xuan Changze's eyes deepened. He looked up at the smiling, honest and warm fat aunt, and held up his hands as if to get rid of ghosts, but ——

Hands as cold as jade blocked his movements.

Then, under the constant urging of the fat aunt, Qin Yili picked up a toothmelon and put it to his lips.

"you--"

Xuan Changze wanted to stop him, but Qin Yili looked at him with warm eyes: "Auntie has entertained us so warmly, how can we not eat well? This is too much."

"Yes, as soon as you eat it you will know how sweet this melon is. I will keep it and you will want to continue eating it~"

Under the eager eyes of the fat aunt, Qin Yili took a bite of the melon slowly, his eyebrows furrowed quietly, and then relaxed: "This original melon is really extraordinary."

"Of course." The fat aunt showed a proud look, and then looked at Xuan Changze: "Why doesn't this little brother eat?"

Qin Yili smiled and said, "He has a bad stomach and can't eat raw melons."

Xuan Changze, who had a bad stomach, did not say anything.

The fat aunt reluctantly advised: "We keep our melons for you so you won't feel uncomfortable after eating them. You might as well try them."

As she said that, she picked up the melon and prepared to stuff it into Xuan Changze's mouth.

but--

Qin Yili waved the melon away from her hand.

The bright red flesh fell to the ground and was stained with a layer of dust, but it still had an alluring color and fragrance.

There was infinite coldness in the smiling black eyes: "I said he can't eat, don't you understand?"

The fat aunt, who didn't expect him to suddenly turn against her, changed her face several times, and finally calmed down her violent anger, and became gentle and kind again: "Okay, okay, if you don't want to eat, don't eat. Our sacrifice will start in another hour." , you must come and see it then!”

When she left, she even looked at Qin Yili a few more times. The weirdness inside was hard to ignore.

When the fat aunt disappeared, Qin Yili waved his hand in disgust and threw all the remaining melons on the table at the door.

Suddenly, many wriggling white worms appeared in the red-flesh and thin-skinned watermelon. Where they crawled, white mucus was left behind, and the sweetness turned into a rancid smell.

Xuan Changze, who had already seen through the cover of the watermelon, looked at him with a frown: "Why do you want to eat it?"

Qin Yili, who had destroyed both the watermelon and the white worm, opened his crimson eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Are you worried about me, little Taoist?"

Xuan Changze, who had become accustomed to this title, stopped correcting him and said solemnly: "Those things are obviously used by the hungry ghost to control people. If you eat them, you will also be controlled by him."

"Am I being controlled?"

As if he had heard some ridiculous joke, the smile on Qin Yili's lips became more and more wanton: "Just a mere hungry ghost?"