After the substitute junior sister was reborn, all nine senior brothers regretted it

Following the guidance of the villagers, the group entered the village and stayed in the guest rooms carefully prepared for them.

Gu Qinglan walked along with her eyes like a torch, carefully observing everything around her.

The layout of the village is orderly, the land is vast and flat, and the houses are well-proportioned, making it particularly harmonious.

Bamboos and mulberry trees are carefully planted in front of every house. They sway in the wind and make a rustling sound, like natural music.

The whirling bamboo shadows and emerald green mulberry leaves give people a sense of tranquility and distance, as if they are in a vivid pastoral picture.

But if bamboo and mulberry are planted in front of the door, it will be a big disaster.

There is a folk song like this: "Don't plant mulberries in front of the door, don't plant willows behind the house, don't plant 'ghost clapping hands' in the courtyard."

Gu Qinglan secretly thought to herself that peach blossoms bloom around the Qingming Festival, while bamboo and mulberry bloom in March and May.

The furnishings in this secret realm are full of weirdness, and there is also a time paradox.

If she guessed correctly, everything would be revealed at night.

Gu Qinglan was immersed in her own thoughts when she suddenly felt a light touch on her shoulder. She came back to her senses and turned around to see that it was Qiu Shan.

Qiu Shan had a gentle smile on his face and a hint of concern in his eyes as he asked, "What are you thinking about, brother? Why are you so entranced?"

Gu Qinglan smiled slightly and did not hide anything. She generously shared her insights with Qiu Shan: "This place is strange and unpredictable. The elders did not explain the puzzle to be solved clearly, making it difficult to figure out. I plan to come out quietly in the dead of night. If you investigate, you may be able to find some clues.”

After hearing this, Qiu Shan looked at Gu Qinglan deeply and chuckled: "The night is dark and the wind is high, which is when the whereabouts are hidden, but it may also be a good time for some people to plot evil and kill people and steal goods. If you want to take action, brother, you still need to It’s better to be careful.”

It sounds quite high-sounding.

Gu Qinglan followed suit and said, "Brother, why don't we go together tonight?"

Qiu Shan sighed: "The villager Aunt Chen just said that you should sleep well at night, otherwise terrible things will happen. Doesn't the rule say that you must trust reliable villagers?"

After hearing this, Gu Qinglan turned back and entered the room: "Is this the case?"

"Auntie, can we just sleep at night? What terrible things will happen?" Gu Qinglan entered the hospital and called Aunt Chen.

The aunt came out with a vegetable basket and said to her: "Sir, you must sleep well at night! Otherwise something will happen!"

Facing the aunt's reminder, Gu Qinglan still maintained her signature smile, and seemed not to be panicked by the "accident" that the aunt said.

Instead, she asked easily with a bit of curiosity and inquiry: "Really? What will happen?"

However, when faced with her questions, the aunt was hesitant and seemed to have some words that were difficult to say, which made people wonder a little more about the village at night.

At this time, Wang Shu also heard the sound and walked in, whispering to her: "Lan Lan, I just asked all the neighbors, and these villagers all warned us to sleep well after dark. If we follow the rules , maybe we should really believe what they say..."

After hearing this, Gu Qinglan's eyes stayed on Aunt Chen's kind and enthusiastic smile for a moment.

She suddenly showed her face: "Auntie, what month is it now?"

The aunt is still enthusiastic: "It's already May..."

Gu Qinglan nodded and walked around the stove again: "I haven't cooked for a long time, why don't I cook today and make my best porridge!"

Wang Shu's expression suddenly changed, but Shan Xingzhou's eyes were full of support.

Wang Shu wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and considered her words for a while: "Lan Lan... let me cook... It's really hard for you to look for clues outside for so long..."

Wang Shu said and pushed Gu Qinglan out without any explanation, which showed that she had been tortured by white porridge before.

Liu Nanxu heard them laughing and joking in the kitchen and followed them in.

There were only four people in the kitchen who knew everything.

Gu Qinglan took a look outside and saw that Qiu Shan was still outside asking the villagers, so she felt free to exchange news with her friends.

"Don't trust Qiushan, and don't trust the villagers either."

Gu Qinglan's words were like wind rising from the ground, shocking everyone present.

Wang Shu asked in confusion: "Didn't you decide to let him join us because you thought he was reliable before?"

Gu Qinglan smiled slightly, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes: "He is Wei Yue."

"Since his ghost is still there, it just makes him a victim to test the rules."

"I didn't expect that he escaped from the water prison like Yun Lanlan..." Wang Shu clenched her fists, "I have to report it to the boss when I get back!"

Liu Nanxu and Shan Xingzhou looked a little confused: "Senior sister, doesn't the rule say that you must trust the villagers?"

In this fog-shrouded village, rules are like the whispers of ghosts, appearing and disappearing, guiding the lost into deeper confusion.

Gu Qinglan's voice sounded particularly cold under the dim light. She said slowly: "The rules say that you must trust the reliable villagers. What if the villagers are unreliable? Of course, there is no need to trust unreliable villagers."

These words were like a gust of cold wind, blowing through everyone present, making them shiver involuntarily.

Wang Shu's brows were furrowed and her voice was a little uncertain: "Ah? How do you know whether the villagers are trustworthy or not?"

A deep smile appeared on the corner of Gu Qinglan's mouth: "Look at the food in the kitchen."

As Gu Qinglan finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the food in the cupboard.

I saw a pair of chopsticks stuck strangely on top of the food. This scene could not help but send chills down my spine.

The chopsticks stood upright among the food, like some ominous omen, exuding an aura of unspeakable terror.

Gu Qinglan's voice was low and full of solemnity. She continued to explain: "Food arranged in this way is usually only seen when worshiping the deceased."

She glanced at the peach blossoms and bamboo mulberries around her: "Both peach blossoms and bamboo mulberries are in bloom here. However, the blooming time of the three should be completely different. This place is called the Peach Blossom Secret Realm, and the blooming of peach blossoms should be real. But I just asked my aunt, but she said it is May, which is not consistent with the season when peach blossoms are in bloom. "

"The rules say, trust reliable villagers. If villagers are unreliable, there is no need to trust them."

Gu Qinglan's words were like clearing away layers of fog.

However, the moment she turned around, an ominous atmosphere filled the air.

At the door, Aunt Chen's figure looked unusually abrupt. Her face was dark and her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if she had lost the luster of life.

She just stood upright at the door, like a lifeless tombstone, quiet and strange.