hello little angel

The place where he slept was cold and hard, and there was an unpleasant smell in his nose, like the musty smell of wood.

Zhao Xingyu struggled to open his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, pure black.

"Yes, the system..." He blinked hard, his voice trembling: "Am I blind?"

【no. ] The system is calm, 【You just happen to be lying in a coffin. 】

……

Chao Xingyu stretched out his hand in doubt, and he touched a heavy piece of wood in front of him, which is the so-called coffin lid.

He swallowed, and managed to lift the lid up a little before sliding it down.The dim light came in, and Zhao Xingyu sat up from the coffin, looking at the surrounding environment blankly.

The dimly lit room was filled with the smell of burning incense and paper money. He was sitting in an empty coffin, facing the open hall door, which was a yard that was white with cold under the moonlight.

A pair of bowls and chopsticks and a glass of wine are placed in the center of the threshold. Two white candles and three long incense sticks are inserted in the incense burner. The ash of the incense burns little by little, emitting blue smoke.

There are a few paper figurines on both sides of the coffin. The faces made of white paper are facing Chao Xingyu. The dense raw glutinous rice is spread all over the ground, and the linen cloth is hung on the beam and tied into a flower.

The wind poured in from outside the door, blowing out the white candle.

There was a small pimple on the arm, and Zhao Xingyu's fine hair stood upright——

This is obviously a mourning hall.

Chao Xingyu had never seen this scene before, he only felt that one second he was still in Fu Baisheng's arms being gently coaxed by a man, and the next second he was a horrible scene of resurrecting the dead, and it was himself who was put in the coffin.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... Zombies, what to do..."

[Xiao, Xiaoyu...] The system quickly explained, [We are no longer in the previous mission world, this is new, new.You're not a zombie, you're still hot, touch it. 】

"It's really hot..." Chao Xingyu held his cheeks in his hands and heaved a sigh of relief: "It's not a corpse, it's still alive."

[Yes, yes, don't be afraid. 】

Chao Xingyu climbed to the side of the coffin, flipped out neatly, hesitated for a moment, then turned around obediently, and closed the opened coffin lid again.He stepped on the uncooked glutinous rice with bare feet, wiggling his toes uncomfortably. The night was cold, but he was only wearing a white robe, which was thin as hell.

"How am I in a coffin?"

[Unclear... There is no plot prompt in this world, only the task bar. 】

"Then what is our mission?" Chao Xingyu asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of the creaking wooden door being pushed open behind the empty mourning hall.

Chao Xingyu was silent for a moment, looking left and right, trying to find a place to hide.

Help, help, the coffin has become a living person, it's okay to be discovered!

The mourning hall was too quiet, there was no sound of footsteps, there was only the slight crackling sound of something wooden being pressed on the rice grains, and the rice grains exploded one by one.

Looking back towards Xingyu, he saw a pair of cold and numb eyes between the hanging white cloth.

It was a man in a wheelchair, pale and expressionless, even though he was sitting, slightly hunched, he looked tall.

The man stopped the wheelchair, and looked at Chao Xingyu from a short distance away, his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

"Goo--"

This is the sound of Zhao Xingyu swallowing saliva.

"You... hello?"

The man raised his eyelids and his eyes fluctuated.

Zhao Xingyu glanced at the memorial tablet on the mourning hall, "Yan Er" was engraved on ebony and yellow lacquer.So he opened his mouth tentatively, with a small and soft voice: "Yan Er left... When he left, was he peaceful?"

[噗——] The system couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

The man didn't answer immediately, his cold eyes patrolled Zhao Xingyu's body, measuring inch by inch from the top of his head to his toes.

Zhao Xingyu was very uncomfortable when he looked at him, feeling that he was being slowly peeled away from the outside to the inside, as weird as an invisible lingering.

Zhao Xingyu wanted to speak again, but the man drove the wheelchair again and ran over him.

Fingertips were touched.

The man took the white jade-like hand and lowered his head to get closer.

Zhao Xingyu felt the man's breath, and sprayed it on his fingers, dyeing his fingertips a beautiful pink.There was no emotion in the man's eyes, he was only seriously observing a strange thing, and after getting a satisfactory result, he let it go naturally.

What is he doing?Chao Xingyu took a step back and moved away from him with some fear.

"Peace." The man said abruptly, his voice hoarse, he looked at Zhao Xingyu, and there was no emotion in his words.As if aware of Chao Xingyu's confusion, the man added again: "When Yan Er left, he was very peaceful."

To show his friendliness, the man raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth, a smile appeared on his pale face.

Chao Xingyu's heart stopped beating because he was frightened.

Woooooo system, he is so scary...

"Are you my brother's friend?" The man's smile did not fall. He seemed not to see Zhao Xingyu's strange clothes, nor pursue his strange behavior in the middle of the night. Is it cool?"

Chao Xingyu tried his best to force a smile, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Really." The man turned his head and looked outside the house, and said, "Today is Yan Er's first seven days, the door must be open, otherwise he can't find his way and can't come back..."

"..." With a chill on his back, Chao Xingyu fixed his gaze, vowing to die.

The man continued: "Is the rice on the ground touching your feet?"

"No, no..."

"This rice is also prepared for Yan Er. When he comes back to eat the tribute, step on it and get rid of karma..."

"Hmm..." Chao Xingyu's voice trembled, and his eyes were red.

As if finally aware of Zhao Xingyu's silent resistance, the man closed his mouth, took out three incense sticks from the red plastic bag on the ground, lit them and handed them to him.

"Since everyone is here, go and offer incense to him."

On the first seven days, incense is burned in the middle of the night.

No matter how confused Zhao Xingyu was, he still felt a strong sense of disobedience.

Facing an empty coffin, behind him is the sight that the man cannot ignore.

This task is definitely not easy to do.

Ugh.

Life is not easy, Xingyu sighed.

After offering incense, the man led Chao Xingyu into the courtyard and arranged for him to go to the empty room on the left.

"By the way, my name is Chao Xingyu. You are..."

The man stopped and asked him: "Did Yan Er talk to you about me?"

"Of course, of course I mentioned it!" Chao Xingyu felt guilty, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "I just said it was big brother, I didn't mention your name..."

"That's it." The man continued to drive the wheelchair, "My name is Yan Shizhi, you can call me Big Brother just like Yan Er."

Yan Shizhi, Yan Er.

Chao Xingyu lay on the bed and recalled the information he had just received.The wooden bed was so hard that he couldn't sleep at all.

"System, what is our mission?"

【Find out the cause of death of the youngest son of the Yan family. 】

really.This task is not difficult, the time span is much smaller than the previous tasks, but it is not difficult... Zhao Xingyu recalled the strong sense of disobedience that Yan Shizhi brought to him, alas, it is difficult .

"It would be great if little uncle was here..." Muttering like this, Zhao Xingyu hugged the pillow as if hugging a man's arm, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

*

Zhao Xingyu originally thought that what he came to was not a developed modern society.This is not to blame for his slowness. Anyone who saw those weird and superstitious scenes yesterday would have the illusion of being in the old era.

This illusion lasted until after waking up, what Zhao Xingyu saw behind the mourning hall was a color TV.

The screen is showing a story about a bald head and two big bears.

"What's the matter?" Yan Shizhi drove the wheelchair with one hand, and with the other hand, he held an aluminum thermos bottle and poured water into the porcelain basin on the wooden stand. "Don't like watching cartoons? I thought kids your age would I like watching anime."

What age child?Who is the child?How old are you? Hey! ╯^╰

"I..." Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xingyu realized that he really didn't know what age his body was.

【eighteen. 】The system understands.

The dry towel dusted on the wooden rack was soaked in hot water, picked up by Yan Shizhi's big hands, squeezed dry, and handed to Chao Xingyu who was standing beside him.

"The remote is on the cabinet, you can tune the channel yourself."

"It's not bad to just look at this...it's so hot!"

The hand that just touched the towel was retracted instantly, and the towel fell on the smooth concrete floor with a clatter, still steaming.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Chao Xingyu felt extremely guilty.

He was about to bend down to pick it up, but Yan Shizhi first bowed and grabbed his hand, held it, and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look like last night.

His pink fingertips were a little bright red, his skin was too thin to withstand the heat.

"Sorry, I was too careless." Yan Shizhi frowned slightly.He put down that hand, poured some cold water into the basin, and then washed the veil again, signaling to Chao Xingyu to wash.

One person and two bears were arguing lively on the TV. Amidst the chirping of birds in the early morning of spring, Chao Xingyu sat at the wooden table, picked up his chopsticks, and picked up the first bite of sour radish in his life.

Porridge with sauerkraut, radish with eggs.

He now knows that this place forgotten by the times is called Changshui Village.

This was the first morning he spent with Yan Shizhi in Changshui Village.

*

The clothes that Yan Shizhi gave him were too loose, the white top could cover his buttocks on his body, he wore long trousers with eight-quarter-length trousers, and the only shoes he could wear were straw sandals.

Chao Xingyu had nothing to complain about, Yan Shizhi was able to take him in, and it was the best situation for him not to ask questions.

"Xiao Yu." Yan Shizhi called naturally, "Go to my room, on the bedside cabinet, take your wallet, and we'll go to the market."

Zhao Xingyu wanted to hold back a bit more: "No need..."

Yan Shizhi did as he wished: "It's okay, let's go."

Upon hearing this, Chao Xingyu felt relieved, and showed a cute smile: "Okay then, thank you Brother Yan."

As if he was afraid that others would repent, he walked quickly in the direction Xing Yu followed Yan Shizhi.While walking, I thought, I really blamed you last night, I didn't expect you to be such a kind person!

The two packed up and were ready to go out.

Zhao Xingyu was about to step over the threshold when Yan Shizhi called back:

"Come on, Xiao Yu, put a stick of incense on Yan Er before going out."

...oh, you're still the same you from last night.

作者有话要说：新世界勤快的我！感谢在2021-11-0420：24：03～2021-11-0508：38：39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 305337902; Daba, 1 roasted cold noodle tonight;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 305337902 bottles; 40771445, 296029851 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!