Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

"Where are you taking me?"

Lin Qingyu was called out by Bai Yichen with an excuse. It's not that he doesn't trust other people, but it's better not to make other people's affairs known to everyone.

But she believed in Bai Yichen.

"arrive."

Compared to the night, the clay jar tomb during the day lacks that eerie feeling, which is why Bai Yichen brought Lin Qingyu here at this time. He is not afraid, but he always has to consider the girl's feelings.

The yang energy is strong at noon, and with a man like him around, they are not afraid of any monsters or demons!

Patting Lin Qingyu's shoulder, he said, "This is the Clay Pot Tomb. There is an old woman inside. I heard her calling your and Lin Qingle's names last night. Maybe she knows something."

“…Clay jar grave.”

The first time she saw this thing, she knew its function. A voice in her heart urged her to go over there. The answer she wanted was there.

Bai Yichen sighed softly, "Go ahead, I'll keep watch for you here."

The cement on the brick joints is of different ages, and you can see that the newest one is about to dry up and harden. Lin Qingyu looked into the pitch-black interior, where the secret she wanted to know was hidden.

"……who?"

The old woman's voice was like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished at the slightest touch, but it was still burning tenaciously. She couldn't hold on for much longer, but she was still stubbornly waiting for someone to come, either of the two.

If you don't say some things, you will never be able to rest in peace even after you die.

"Lin Qingyu."

The moment she heard the voice, her lifeless eyes suddenly lit up amazingly!

The broken vocal cords squeezed out rough and fragmented sounds, and wheezing breathing could be heard.

She finally waited.

“Lin Qingyu, Qingyu… No, that’s not right, Lin Qingle, Lin Qingle…”

The old man's words were confusing at first, but Lin Qingyu didn't pay much attention to it. She asked anxiously, "Do you know what happened back then?"

Her question was unclear, but the old man knew what answer she wanted and called up several images from his vague memory.

"I saw what happened back then, but no one told anyone...no one told anyone."

Although she was old at that time, her legs and feet were still quite nimble. No one would like to go out on a snowy day. If her grandson hadn't been clamoring for salt, she would not have gone out at night.

The cold weather made her hands and feet cold, and the flashlight was intermittent and not very useful. Suddenly, she heard a deliberately light sound of footsteps.

In this village where anything can happen at night, the less you know, the longer you can live. She subconsciously stuffed the flashlight into her sleeve and hid behind a tree.

With the light of the moon reflected in the snow, she saw two people, one tall and one short, walking out of the village. The man was carrying someone on his back. When they turned a corner, she could see the faces of several people clearly.

The smart thing to do at this point would have been to turn around and go home, pretending she saw nothing, but her feet followed uncontrollably.

It was because the girl Wang Ping was carrying was the girl from the Lin family who had just been chosen to play the drum.

Where do they want to take people?

Why didn’t the Lin family boy stop it?

She walked carefully along the area with less snow, trying not to leave footprints, her heart almost jumping out of her throat.

I don't know how long it took.

"That's it. I've been watching for several days. Every time there's a car passing by in the early morning, if it goes out further, it won't be able to get back before the others wake up."

Wang Ping put down the girl whose face was red and who had fallen into coma.

"Really?"

"Aren't you afraid that no one will find you and you'll burn to death here?"

The boy who had been silent all this time finally spoke up, "My sister has always been very smart. She has realized that something is wrong with the atmosphere these days. I know her."

"It is precisely because of this understanding that I know she will definitely resist. Even if it means sacrificing her life, she will not be willing to be a deaf and dumb person."

"In the end it's just the difference between resisting to death or committing suicide."

He helped the girl, who was mumbling something, to tidy up her hair and gave her a few sips of water mixed with antipyretic medicine.

"I'd rather take a gamble than that."

"It can't be worse than death, can it?"

Wang Ping closed his eyes. "You seem to have never thought about yourself."

The boy smiled.

"My sister has always protected me, and this time it's my turn to protect her."

Snowflakes fell on the collar, and when they melted instantly, it brought a biting chill. The boy swept the snow off his sister's body again and again.

"time to go."

"Ah."

The boy followed the man, looking back every few steps until he could no longer see him. Then the woman, who had been hiding for a long time and had heard their entire conversation, fell to the ground with a struggling look on her face.

She should bring the girl from the Lin family back with her, and perhaps she would even get a reward. The sacrifice to the gods in a few years cannot be missed, as it concerns whether the people of the entire Shengshen Village can truly transcend reincarnation after death.

The woman regretted that she shouldn't have followed.

It was not until the snow was melted by her body temperature and soaked her pants that she realized she had been sitting on the ground for a long time. After standing up tremblingly, she subconsciously walked towards where the girl fell.

She took two steps and her feet felt like they were filled with lead.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned around and ran back.

After returning home, the son snatched the candy from his arms and complained that he was so slow because the child had fallen asleep. He also asked why his clothes were wet.

She heard herself answer.

"…I accidentally fell."

The son didn't ask much and he didn't care.

No one knew how scared she was when she saw the 'Lin Family Girl' in the crowd the next day.

No one knows how much Wang Ping gave to Mr. Huang to get the job of making Lin girl deaf and dumb.

Once I entered the house and closed the door, I couldn't speak or hear anything when I came out.

Everyone around was happy that things were going well, and no one cared about a woman with a pale face and a panic-stricken look, as if she had seen a ghost.

The woman kept the secret to herself until she was buried in this clay jar grave. Year after year, she waited and waited, until the wait became a mental illness, hoping that Miss Lin would come back and tell her about it.

Later, she thought that it would be fine for either Lin girl or Lin boy, as long as they came over to take a look.

Bricks were laid one by one, and the light was blocked inch by inch, until only the last bit of light remained, and her life also came to an end.

The secret that I thought I would never be able to tell in this lifetime finally found the person who should hear it.

"That's good... I can finally sleep peacefully."

The sound gradually faded away, and the last bit of the candle burned out.

At the last moment, the old man suddenly thought of something, took a hard breath, and spoke intermittently.

"You, you are Lin, Lin Qing——"

Stopped abruptly.

No one knows what the old man wanted to say in the end.

Lin Qingyu covered her mouth and tears fell. The gap in her memory was filled at this moment, and her tormented heart finally had an answer.

She knew her brother might have his own difficulties, but she never thought that this was the reason.

When he was a child, the protection he received meant at most beating away those who bullied him, and telling him stories to lull him to sleep when he was scared during thunderstorms... Lin Qingle was willing to give so much just for this insignificant protection.

Now when she thought about the fact that her brother could hear and speak, Lin Qingyu could only feel fortunate, otherwise she would not be able to forgive herself.

Her sobbing turned into crying loudly, and then with her red and swollen eyes, she thought of a word.

"Sacrifice day...sacrifice to the gods..."