While Tan Yushi was talking to Wang Qing, Fang Yajing came over with a warm smile on her face.
Seemingly casually, she asked: "What are you talking about?"
Tan Yushi glanced at Fang Yajing and said nothing.
Fang Yajing didn't take his actions to heart, and reached out to fiddle with the hair on her temples.
In a friendly tone: "I want to walk around the village, do you want to come with me?"
"Take a stroll? Now?" Wang Qing was a little strange.
Didn’t the man in the suit say that the villagers won’t be able to come back until night?
I'm going out for a walk at this time. What's there to see?
Fang Yajing said: "There is only half of the "Village Rules", and I want to go find the remaining half."
Wang Qing has no interest in feudal dross like the Village Rules.
But from the look of Fang Yajing, maybe she is very interested in inspecting the village's customs?
Wang Qing said: "I'm going to rest for a while, so I won't go. You can go shopping by yourself."
Fang Yajing felt a little regretful, but she didn't stay too long and turned around and went out.
It's just that she didn't go alone, but called the two young men who killed Matt.
"There are fewer adults in the village at this time, so it should be safer than at night." Fang Yajing said to the two young people who killed Matt, "I want to go out to find the rules now, but I'm afraid, can you come with me? ?”
She bit her lip gently, and her bright red lips were like a charming flower.
A pair of eyes with sparkling water and rippling autumn waves, as if they could talk.
The two Shamats were a little moved and felt that what she said made sense.
"But where are we going to look for it? We can't just wander around, right?" One of them with a bunch of green hair on his forehead said.
Another one with yellow hair also agreed, "Yes, at least there must be a direction, right?"
Fang Yajing said: "When that person left, he said that the Village Rules were torn by children in the village. Perhaps the second half of the Village Rules was in the hands of the children."
"During the day in the village, the adults are preparing for the God Festival in a few days, but the children may not follow, and they may be left alone in the village."
"We should go out and look for it. We should be able to find it."
After listening to Fang Yajing's analysis, both of them felt that it made sense.
So he followed her.
The roads in the village are intricate and criss-crossed with streets and lanes.
But every house was empty, without any sound or smoke.
As Fang Yajing walked, she kept in mind the similar scenery around her.
Try to picture the whole village in your mind.
The three of them walked out for a while before they saw a figure.
It was a child playing with a ball under the tree.
The ball is not inflated enough, so you pat it and it jumps low.
From time to time, children have to bend down to pick it up and then pat it down.
"It's a child."
The green-haired man was already a little impatient walking around the village, and he was a little happy to see people.
Just as he was about to walk up to say hello, he suddenly froze in place.
There are dangers everywhere in the strange story about rules, and he doesn't dare to act rashly.
Who knows if this child is weird?
While the green-haired man was hesitating, the little boy had already noticed them.
Holding the ball, he jumped and ran over.
"Brother, sister, are you the guests visiting the village?"
The little boy's voice was lively and lilting, and his eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Fang Yajing's eyes paused for a moment on the ball in his arms.
It is indeed just an ordinary leather ball, deflated, old, covered with dust and soil, and its original color can no longer be seen.
"Yes." Fang Yajing nodded.
The little boy received a response and became visibly happy. He said enthusiastically, "Mom said it's rare for someone in the village to come and welcome you."
Seeing that there seemed to be nothing wrong with the little boy, Lu Mao became bolder.
He bent down slightly and asked the little boy: "Little brother, do you know where the second half of the "Village Rules" went to where my brothers and sisters live?"
The little boy held the ball and rolled his eyes: "Of course I know. But my ball is out of air, so it's not fun."
Lu Mao was stunned.
The little boy continued: "So, brother, give me a new ball."
Article 2 of the Village Rules,
[Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a traditional virtue. When you meet an elderly person on the road, you should take the initiative to say hello. When meeting children, try to meet their needs. 】
Lu Mao froze.
He looked down at the ball the little boy was holding in his arms and swallowed.
Change a ball, what ball?
The little boy saw the green-haired pale face and couldn't help but giggle. There was a hint of sinisterness on his innocent face.
"Brother, you don't think I want you to use your head as a ball, do you?"
Lu Mao really thought so.
He stood stiffly, unable to say a word.
The little boy smiled and said, "Brother, it's enough for you to go to the canteen at the entrance of the village and buy me a ball... Of course, if you don't buy one, I don't mind using my brother's head as a ball."
Lu Mao breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "Okay, I'll buy it as soon as I can!"
With that said, Lu Mao ran towards the canteen.
It is very close to the entrance of the village, and the sign of the canteen can be seen with the naked eye.
A locust wood sign with the word "Shop" written on it was hung next to the door.
Lu Mao ran into the canteen without looking carefully and asked hurriedly: "Boss, is there a ball?"
The boss is an old woman who is nestled in a lounge chair covered with a blanket. When customers come to the door, she does not stand up from the lounge chair.
Until the black cat, who was sleeping on the ground with its tail folded, stood up and jumped on the old woman's lap.
The old woman finally slowly raised her wrinkled eyelids, turning her head one by one like a robot that had not been repaired for decades, and looked towards Lu Mao.
Lu Mao was a little frightened, but he still had the courage to say: "Get me a ball."
The old woman slowly stood up from the recliner, walked around behind the counter, picked up a bulging rubber ball in her hands, and placed it on the counter.
Lu Mao stretched out his hand to take it, but was stopped by the old woman. The ten fingers of his open hand looked like skinny chicken feet.
"money……"
Lu Mao quickly opened his wallet, took out a pink hundred-dollar bill, and slapped it on the counter.
"No need to look for it." Lu Mao said.
However, the old woman still stopped him. She didn't even glance at the hundred-dollar bill out of the corner of her eye. She just squeezed out one word from her hoarse throat: "Money..."
"How much?" Lu Mao asked.
The old woman slowly highlighted three words: "Twenty yuan."
Lu Mao took out twenty yuan from his wallet and handed it to the old woman, but the old woman didn't take it.
Lu Mao suddenly remembered that someone had already mentioned it on the forum related to ghost stories.
The weirdness in ghost stories does not use human currency.
And he doesn't have any weird coins at all.
