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Following Liu Wenxuan to the gate of Grandpa Jiang's house, the not-so-open space was densely packed with people.

People kept trying to bypass the gatekeepers and enter the house, but the gatekeepers stopped them on the grounds that "Grandpa is weak and cannot listen to everyone's confession", and the two sides clashed.

According to the conventional plot, when there are so many people, the conflict tends to escalate. The quarrel turns into a fight, and the fight turns into a fight. But after all, both parties are the escaped Notre Dame of Paris. It's like scrambling to give up your seat on the bus, and scrambling to pay the bill after a meal.

However, more people stood there with confused and distressed faces.

They are like children who are about to lose their parents. They vaguely know that once their parents really leave their lives, life will undergo earth-shaking changes, but they refuse to believe it.

"Changhui, please do me a favor and let my aunt go in. My aunt really has something urgent to tell Grandpa." The round-faced aunt at the front of the crowd pleaded anxiously to the young man guarding the door, and at the same time stood on tiptoe, Stretching his neck, he looked into the room.

It's a pity that except for a little yellow light peeking out from the crack of the door, I didn't see anything else.

The gatekeeper is the tricycle boy who came to deliver things to the players on the first day.

"Auntie, it's not that I won't let you in. It's Brother Wenxuan's order. No one can go in today." The young man shook his head and said, "Besides, Grandpa Jiang is not well. Even if you go in, Auntie, Grandpa won't be able to hear you say."

"Here, why don't you let my aunt go in and try...?"

"No, really not," the young man lowered his head, covered the melancholy in his eyes, just sucked his nose, and said sullenly: "You guys just let Grandpa rest, at least let him be quiet. Let's go, isn't that okay?"

The round-faced aunt blushed and said in panic, "But if he leaves, who will listen to everyone's confession in the future? Folks who have done something wrong, who should they turn to to confess their mistakes? Besides, grandpa is a servant of the Lord God, he will not die ...Isn't that so?"

"Except for God Lord, there is no one who will not die." The young man muttered extremely softly.

Liu Wenxuan came over from behind him, put his hand on his shoulder and patted him for comfort, then turned to the round-faced aunt, "Aunt Xiulian, grandpa is already very tired, so don't go in and disturb him."

The eyes of the round-faced aunt showed confusion and fear, like a chick about to be pushed out of the nest.

She stared at Liu Wenxuan fixedly, the only enthusiasm remaining in her expression was extinguished little by little in the cool morning breeze.

Unable to repent, unable to pour out the malice that arose in her daily life in a timely manner, she seemed to already know what she would face next.

Tears and fear welled up, and when they were about to reach the bottom of the eyes, they were forcibly suppressed by the round-faced aunt.She forced a smile, and asked the most critical question on behalf of the other people present, but no one dared to ask, "Then what will everyone do in the future?"

Liu Wenxuan was silent for a moment, and raised his eyes to look at the gloomy sky, where large lead-gray clouds were intertwined, making the sky very low.

Maybe a storm is coming.

"Don't worry, God will not abandon His people, everything will be arranged."

……

Under Liu Wenxuan's persuasion, the villagers gathered at Grandpa Jiang's house gradually dispersed. When they left, everyone bowed their heads, their distraught appearances were as different as when the player first entered the village two days ago.

"You should go home first. You haven't slept much taking care of Grandpa these two days. It's hard work. Have a good rest."

After dismissing the boy on the tricycle, Liu Wenxuan took a look at the player, walked over and pushed open the door that had been closed tightly, and stepped into the light that was about to be extinguished.

"come in."

Liu Wenxuan's generosity made the players suspicious.

Su Wei hesitated for a moment, and asked Fu Qitang, "Tangtang, why do I feel something is wrong? The old man inside is dying, and he doesn't even let anyone from the village in, but let us in. Is there any fraud? ?”

"Maybe, but do we have a choice?" Fu Qitang spread his hands helplessly, and then turned to look at Gong Zijun.

"Let's go." Gong Zijun said, and walked in with a blank expression.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Yu's doll, Song Mingkong, arched his body, let out a low growl from his throat, and a pair of dark eyes glowed strangely red.

It lay on Song Yu's shoulder anxiously and uneasily, swinging its head back and forth to scan the surroundings, as if some terrible existence was staring at the player maliciously in the void.

Song Yu also came here yesterday, but Ming Kong was just sitting lazily in his pocket at that time, with a pair of listless eyes showing from the upper edge of the pocket.

"Suddenly there is a lot of ghost energy, be careful." Song Yu lowered his voice and said to the others.

Everyone's nerves tensed up.

Fu Qitang came here for the first time. This house is very small, like the kind of simple and romantic mountain village houses that will appear on travel shows, but in fact it is simple and only one and a half rooms in size. In the bedroom inside.

Liu Wenxuan was standing by the bed and quietly looking down at the old man on the bed.

The old man looked really old, the loose skin drooped lifelessly, and the hands outside the quilt were dark and dry.

He was lying on the bed, his chest rose and fell very slowly, so small that one couldn't help but wonder if he was really alive.

"Grandpa, I'm here to see you." Liu Wenxuan's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

There was no response, and the old man on the bed remained motionless.

Seeing life go by is always unpleasant, even for players who are used to seeing life and death in such an environment.

"I didn't lie to you, Grandpa is really dying." Liu Wenxuan said, "I know you don't believe me, so instead of letting you break in by yourself, I might as well bring you in to have a look. Is there any problem now?"

Fu Qitang thought of what Song Yu said yesterday, and was about to hold Grandpa Jiang's hand when he walked over, but was stopped halfway.

Looking up, he saw Gong Zijun looking at him with heavy eyes.

"You have nothing to repent."

Fu Qitang also looked back at him, but smiled, "What about you?"

"A lot," Gong Zijun said, his Adam's apple rolled, and his hoarse voice seemed to be tainted with ridicule and helplessness at the same time. He glanced at Grandpa Jiang, and only ridiculed, "But it doesn't deserve it."

Fu Qitang nodded and said nothing.Lin Fang at the side understood and smiled, "Then I'll do it."

As he spoke, he walked to the bedside and knelt down, holding Grandpa Jiang's hand, "I regret that I was not brave many times, and I wanted to give up many times, so I let down a good person."

Lin Fang's confession was sincere, but the second half of the sentence was kept in his heart and he didn't say it.

But fortunately, fate did not give up on me, and let me meet other good people.

For a moment, he thought of the dream he had last night, and then thought of the warm and thick hands that pulled him up in the castle, and thought of the movie he had prepared, so that he could watch it together when he went back.

Hope this all ends soon.

He thought silently in his heart.

After waiting for a while, Grandpa Jiang didn't respond. Lin Fang got up and shook his head, saying to the crowd, "It seems that he really doesn't respond to confession anymore."

"Relax now?" Liu Wenxuan pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Let's go then, don't disturb Grandpa, let him be quiet for the last time."

"Okay." Fu Qitang nodded, but before going out, he deliberately slowed down, and said to the few people behind: "Go and fetch Xiao Xiangyuan."

When he went out in the morning, he didn't expect such an event, and because Xiao Xiangyuan was very resistant to Grandpa Jiang, Fu Qitang didn't think about bringing him here with him.But now that it was confirmed that Grandpa Jiang would die at any time, as a "control group", he had to keep Xiao Xiangyuan by his side.

Zhou Li, Su Wei and Nie Xiaolan looked at each other, the former grinned and smiled: "I'll go."

For some reason, there seemed to be a trace of undisguised malice in his smile.

Nie Xiaolan also realized this, she looked at Zhou Li vigilantly, shook her head and said, "Let me go."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Su Wei asked.

"No need, I'll go by myself." Nie Xiaolan took a step back, and there was a faint voice in her heart telling her that she must never agree to any of these two people, so she nodded to Fu Qitang, "I'll go find him, wait a while See you at the shrine."

After speaking, she turned and left.

Watching her back gradually go away, Zhou Li touched his chin and said hesitantly, "Don't you think this is a classic death scene? A woman returns alone to find a child, or in an ancient and weird mountain village, The elements were complete in the past.”

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb." Fu Qitang glanced at him and said lightly.

Liu Wenxuan led the players out along the mountain road, always maintaining a calm appearance.

After walking in silence for a while, Su Wei couldn't bear it any longer, and said, "Could you just take us for a walk?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now, and I forgot you for a while." Liu Wenxuan came back to his senses, turned to look at the player, and suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant question, "Do you believe in returning to God?"

"Do you want to preach?" Fu Qitang asked back.

Liu Wenxuan shook his head, "I guess Uncle Baoguo has told you about the belief here before, so I'm a little curious about what you think as outsiders?"

This question was asked so suddenly that it was really difficult to answer. Lin Fang thought for a while and said vaguely: "I don't believe in religion, but I respect other people's beliefs."

"Oh, I didn't ask this, I mean... how do you guys feel about returning to the God Lord?"

How about what?

For a while, the players were a little confused. How could a believer ask a pagan to evaluate the god he believed in, and it was still in a supernatural film, on the territory of this god?

"It's very strange." Song Yu said suddenly, "Your god is not tolerant to you."

Like Fu Qitang, he was also aware of the problems in Taoyuan Village.

But no one can be absolutely kind.

Man must be a complex of good and evil, he can be moved and jealous, he can give but also take, sometimes enthusiastic, sometimes indifferent, sometimes reckless, and sometimes shrinking.

Yearning for the light, but unable to reject the darkness.

Like two sides of a coin, good and evil are inseparable in human nature.

But returning to the Lord of God is really harsh on his own believers.

He wants the villagers to always show enthusiasm and kindness, to tolerate and forgive all evil deeds, and not to harbor resentment, let alone revenge. Once they break the precepts, they will be killed by ghosts, which is completely unreasonable.

Even... It's not like treating believers, but like treating sinners.

Seeing Liu Wenxuan's eyes turned to him, Song Yu shrugged his shoulders, but Ming Kong who was sitting on his shoulders almost fell, quickly grabbed his clothes with two small hands, and took a few seconds to climb up angrily.

"Did I say something wrong?" Song Yu looked back at him indifferently. If it wasn't for Ming Kong punching his sideways with a small fist, the scene would have been more harmonious.

"No, you are right. Not only you are right, but you also got to the point." Liu Wenxuan smiled. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as if he was about to reveal a long-buried secret.

"Of course God will not tolerate us, and all He has done is not to educate believers. Because we are not His believers at all, we are godslayers."

"Just now at the door, Changhui told Aunt Xiulian that no one would die except the God Lord. In fact, he was wrong, and the God Lord would die too. He was killed by our ancestors many years ago."