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At three o'clock in the middle of the night, there was someone at the door.

Or there are ghosts.

Fu Qitang woke up, and the remaining drowsiness disappeared immediately.

"Where is Xueba?" He asked softly, afraid that Gong Zijun would not hear him, his lips were almost close to his ear.

Gong Zijun paused for a moment, a smile gradually appeared on his lips, "It's still outside."

"It won't be dangerous, right?" Fu Qitang muttered, "And it shouldn't be playing with these black shadows, you ask me to answer, why is there no sound at all."

After waiting for a while, the black shadow on the tarpaulin remained motionless, but the color seemed to be getting darker.

The two looked at each other and understood each other's meaning at the same time.

In the next second, a silver light flashed quickly in the darkness, and suddenly split the entire tarpaulin horizontally, and two figures emerged from the gap.

There was nothing outside the tent, only the bonfire was still burning unhurriedly, maintaining the last light in the thick darkness.

Beside the bonfire, the two halves of Xueba were sitting quietly facing each other, playing back and forth with each other with their only arms, looking calm and peaceful at night in the countryside.

"What about people?!"

Fu Qitang was a little dumbfounded, and stretched out his arms to gesture, "No, is it a ghost? How can I have so many ghosts?"

Gong Zijun couldn't help laughing, but before he could speak, someone came out from the two tents next to him.

"What the hell?" Song Yu was neat and clear-headed, only a few wrinkles on the collar of his shirt revealed the fact that he was resting just now.

Behind him, Lin Fang and Nie Xiaolan, who just woke up from sleep, were still a little dazed, blinking their eyes and looking around aimlessly.

Fu Qitang briefly explained what happened just now.

"So I read it right..." Tong Wenkai's face was a little ugly, he took a deep breath and said, "I saw it too, but at that time I thought it was the shadows of your two props reflected on the tent, so there is no Do you care...it turns out to be a ghost?"

Thinking that he was so close to the ghost a few hours ago without noticing it, Tong Wenkai couldn't help feeling hairy all over his body, and said angrily, "What's the meaning of this ghost? Is it a peeping tom? It ran out and stuck it on the tent while people were asleep, and was found disappear immediately?"

Song Yu shook his head, his tone was very light, but his words were heavy: "I'm afraid it's not a ghost."

"What do you mean?" Su Wei was puzzled.

"Mingkong has a strong sense of territory and is extremely repulsive of the same kind. If a ghost really approaches, it will definitely react," Song Yu patted his pocket from the air, indicating that his doll Mingkong was sleeping peacefully inside. "But now it has absolutely no sign of waking up."

"But if the black shadow on the tent is not a ghost, what else could it be?" Zhou Li, who had been silent for a long time, said with a smile at this moment, his expression was a little unclear in the half-bright fire, but his tone was With a bit of obvious ridicule, "It's not likely that the captain and Qitang are both sleepy, dazzled, and mistook their own shadow for a ghost."

"It's not our shadow." Fu Qitang shook his head.

He looked down at the ground, the bonfire that continued to burn brightly illuminated everything around him, the shadows cast by the three tents were scattered and overlapped on the flat land, in addition to the roofs and beams of the grass shed, A few benches and an empty kettle.

Nothing but that.

"It's everyone's shadow," Fu Qitang said, spreading his hands, "Now we all have no shadows."

There was silence.

At this moment, everyone thought of the wooden sign hanging in the ancestral hall. Could this be the function of the wooden sign?It will make the shadow out of the body, then what?

Should it simply become a ghost, or replace a real person?

Or, like Yi Wenwen's "Ghost Shop" dungeon before, players need to find a way to get their shadow back before the dungeon ends, otherwise even if they can complete the mission and pass the level, they will be affected to a certain extent.

Thinking of Guo Baoguo's calm expression a few hours ago, "Since you are here, let's stay", Fu Qitang pursed his lips, and a long-lost sense of ominousness came silently like a thin frost.

After this kind of thing happened, the players didn't have the intention to rest, so they simply didn't sleep, and sat around the campfire waiting for the dawn.

The second half of the night passed quickly.

In the morning of the next day, there was a commotion in the village. The player was about to walk over to check the situation when the tricycle boy appeared.

He first took a closer look at the crowd, as if to confirm if anyone was missing, and when he found that everyone was there, his nervous expression eased, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Come with me, I'll take you to breakfast." His voice was hoarse than yesterday, and there was still a little bit of crying.

"Can we go in now?" Fu Qitang asked, and subconsciously looked down at the young man's feet. Unfortunately, the weather today was bad, and it was always gloomy. It seemed that it was going to rain, even if there was a shadow, he couldn't see it.

The tricycle boy nodded, tried to hold back what he wanted to say, and in the end just replied with a "hmm".

Fu Qitang did not give up, and asked: "Why?"

"No reason, brother Wenxuan asked me to call you, I will obey him."

"But yesterday it was Guo Baoguo who said he wanted to call us, what about others?" Tong Wenkai said.

The boy's footsteps paused, although it was short, it was hard to hide.

"Uncle Baoguo... is dead."

There were two black coffins on the small square in the village, apparently belonging to Liu Hemin and Guo Baoguo.

The two coffins have been completely sealed, waiting quietly to be carried to the mountain for burial after the banquet.

In the open space in front of the coffin, there are about [-] tables, and each table is filled with various dishes, such as marinated beef, braised fish, eight-treasure duck, sweet and sour pork ribs, and each dish is fragrant, hooked up and down. Human hunger.

The tables were full of people, laughing and chatting, and from time to time, villagers who helped serve the dishes shuttled between the tables and put the freshly cooked dishes on the table.

"Give way, be careful, fried octopus is here~"

A hearty female voice came from behind, Fu Qitang turned sideways quickly to make room for others to serve food, and reached out to move the scattered plates on the table.

"No, no, no, you are guests, just sit down, just say what you need, don't do anything." Someone moved a step ahead of him, quickly made room on the table, took the fried golden and crispy octopus and put it down , and greeted again, "Why don't you eat it? Isn't it delicious?"

"It's delicious, it's delicious, but I just couldn't eat it when I got up." Lin Fang smiled, "Uncle, why are you eating at this time?"

It was ten o'clock in the morning. After entering the village with the tricycle boy, everyone was brought here straight away. Looking at the lively and festive running water mat in front of them, they were dragged into their seats before they could figure it out, and they ate with chopsticks in their hands. The meal is coming.

"Isn't this going to send He Min and Baoguo away later? You'll have strength after eating." A middle-aged man sitting next to him said, he glanced at everyone and grinned, "This is our It is the custom of the village to treat the whole village to a meal before burying someone, and when they are full, everyone happily sends the person away.”

Lin Fang didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only laugh dryly, "Then you are quite optimistic, is this a funeral?"

"Whether you like it or not, the custom is like this. It's been hundreds of years, and everyone is used to it." The middle-aged man poured a glass of wine and handed it to Lin Fang, and poured another glass for himself, "Go one?"

Lin Fang couldn't refuse, so he had to drink it.

He doesn't know how to drink baijiu, and his face flushed with choking the moment the pungent taste entered his throat.

"Oh, what's going on? You don't know how to drink?" The middle-aged man showed regret and apologized again and again, with a sincere attitude and sincere expression, "I'm really sorry, little brother."

"It's okay, I just got choked." Lin Fang said, still coughing non-stop, he winked at Su Wei beside him.

"Uncle, don't care about him, I'll drink with you," Su Wei immediately understood, picked up his own cup and drank with the middle-aged man, and then changed the subject intentionally or unintentionally, "Uncle Baoguo was fine yesterday, why today? It's gone? This is too sudden."

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man sighed heavily and said nothing.

"Why did he leave? I think he is in good health, and he is not too old. Is it because of the village chief's incident that he was overly sad...?"

With a "bang", a skinny old man sitting next to the middle-aged man couldn't stand it any longer. He couldn't help but threw his cup on the table and snorted coldly, "How else can I go? If you do too much unrighteousness, you will die yourself! He who harms others will eventually harm himself, he deserves what he deserves!"

There was a moment of silence during the meeting.

The middle-aged man explained, "I'm not angry with you, the old man is angry at protecting the country."

"what?"

The players here are a little confused. They have only heard that death is the most important thing, and that death is nothing. Usually, people always want to be tolerant to the dead, especially Guo Baoguo who died suddenly.

Even the players felt a little unreal, he was fine when we met last night, why did he die when he woke up?

And he was still eating his funeral.

This feeling of driving eight times faster is too weird.

"Did Baoguo take you into the ancestral hall last night?" The middle-aged man asked, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, he already had the answer in his heart, and sighed, "He is so confused! Obviously Grandpa Jiang said it all. Well, He Min's death was an accident, no wonder anyone, he just didn't listen. He just wanted revenge, and even took you to the ancestral hall, how, how can this be done!"

"Is there any problem with taking us to the ancestral hall?" Fu Qitang asked.

"He wants to use the power of the god to curse you!" The middle-aged man shook his head again and again, "Only people from the village can go to the ancestral hall. If people from outside go, some bad things will happen. Hey, tell me Go, Baoguo is sorry for you and killed you!"

"Something bad is going to happen?"

"I'm not sure about this. You can ask Grandpa Jiang after the funeral is over," the middle-aged man's eyes flickered for a moment, not as if he was lying, but as if he really didn't know. He shook his head, "In short, it's already It's been many years since such a thing happened, this time it's really... how could Baoguo do such a thing! It's a shame for the whole village!"

At the end, the middle-aged man was ashamed and angry, and there were tears in his eyes.

He lowered his head and wiped his face, not daring to look directly at the crowd, and said in a low voice, "I apologize to you on behalf of Baoguo, it's all his fault, and you have been hurt! Our whole village is sorry for you!"

As he spoke, he suddenly got up, and a 1.8-meter man knelt down on the ground with a "plop", his expression painful and remorseful.

Then came the skinny old man who got angry just now, and then the two women who came to deliver things to the player yesterday, the tricycle boy, and finally the whole table left their seats and silently knelt down towards the player.

Next table, next door next door.

Everyone's expressions were remorseful and terrified. They truly felt guilty for Guo Baoguo's actions. Some women and children even couldn't help crying.

"Damn it," Su Wei murmured, and accidentally knocked down the wine glass in his hand, and the wine flowed down the disposable tablecloth and dripped on him, "What kind of scene is this, the Holy Mother is here for a meeting?"

Amid the depression, only a four or five-year-old child sat still.

He sat quietly on the seat, with a sneer on his immature face, he reached out and grabbed a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling something while eating.

Fu Qitang recognized his mouth shape, he was saying:

"Stupid."