The village with the smallest population...
Xi Yu took a deep breath and began to recall the scene at that time.
Even if the number of people is the smallest, there are still two to three hundred people, thirty-six villages, and tens of thousands of people.
If they were all dead, it would be consistent with half of Han Jiang's death.
But to what extent would it be possible for no one to survive in the whole strange story?
Thinking of this, Xi Yu turned to Jiang Li'er and asked:
"What happened in your village last night?"
"Yes..." Jiang Li'er folded his hands in front of his waist and thought for a long time before suddenly saying:
"There is a night mother-in-law. A person in our village was kidnapped by this night mother-in-law yesterday."
Jiang Lier let out a long sigh and looked a little regretful:
"That man was quite strong and looked smart. I originally thought he would survive until the end and wanted to team up with him. Who would have thought that he was kidnapped on the first night, and his name seemed to be... Li Rusong. "
"Li Rusong?!"
Gu Qiao's breathing stagnated, and his hands involuntarily grasped Jiang Lier's shoulders:
"Did you recognize the wrong person? Li Rusong, who is tall and strong and likes to wear military trousers and Martin boots?"
"It's impossible to admit his mistake," Jiang Li'er affirmed: "Because I'm very optimistic about him, I specially wrote it down."
His shoulders were a little sore from being scratched. Jiang Lier reached out and pushed the agitated Gu Qiao away. He was very dissatisfied. However, thinking about his state just now, he turned the words around three times in his mouth. When he spoke again, his voice softened:
"What? You know him? Is this your friend?"
Gu Qiao shook his head and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't want to expose the disaster that was very likely to happen next, so he swallowed it alive in the end.
His face looked as bad as if he had eaten a dead mouse.
Xi Yu sighed and stepped forward, pulling Gu Qiao to the corner:
"Okay, no one can hear me now. If you have anything to say, please say it."
"It's different, it's all different." Gu Qiao murmured, and when he looked up again, there was despair in his eyes.
This was the first time Xi Yu saw him so decadent.
"What's different?"
"It's everything," Gu Qiao smiled, with bitterness in the corner of his mouth: "In the last life, Li Rusong was the special handler of ghost stories, and he was still there until I died."
"He was never involved in this weird story, but now everything is in chaos."
Xi Yu remained silent and didn't speak.
She wanted to say something to comfort her, but found that she couldn't get the words out of her mouth.
She wanted to tell Gu Qiao that Li Rusong might not be dead, and that he might have escaped from this strange story in his previous life.
He is a living dead. Even if he is captured by a ghost, he will be judged as a dead person, or he may even be a dispensable figure in the eyes of the monster.
But Li Rusong was the first victim.
She couldn't make up any words of comfort and could only watch Gu Qiao in silence as he stood there in a daze.
The crowd suddenly rioted in the distance.
The volume of tens of thousands of people roaring together cannot be underestimated.
Gu Qiao was woken up and realized that he might have been embarrassed. He immediately apologized and then pulled Xi Yu back to everyone with a white face.
"The translator just said that rehearsals are about to start now." Seeing the two of them coming back, Qin He reminded him in a low voice.
Just like when I was a kid learning recess exercises, a group of people danced the same dance in unison and were lined up.
The four of them were about the same height, so they were not separated.
During this period, Xi Yu sensitively discovered that the crowd was divided into two groups.
One group is the native people of this island, and the other group is the outsiders like them.
This obvious grouping made Xi Yu unhappy, and he endured it until the sky darkened and the crowd dispersed back to their village.
Saying goodbye at the entrance of the village, Xi Yu took the lead in putting down Tour Guide 04 and asked the other party to find out how Chen Guxue was doing before returning to the room.
The room was dark, gloomier than yesterday, and the coughing in the next room was getting louder.
When they entered, the woman was filling yesterday's bowl of dark unknown objects in front of the jar.
Seeing Xi Yu enter the room, the woman curled her lips and kicked the broom with her hands occupied:
"It's so unreasonable to come back so late! Why don't you clean the house quickly? If you don't stay home all day, you won't see what kind of mess the house is in!"
Xi Yu's eyelids twitched, and he was about to give up the job, but his eyes circled twice around the broom and the closed room, and he stopped the thought of quitting.
The bedroom was still the same as it was during the day, except that the position of the head had moved from the right side of the table to the left.
Xi Yu didn't care much. Tour Guide 04 liked the head and often played around it. Maybe he accidentally touched it.
Xi Yu, who was focused on the room next door, didn't think about it further. After simply cleaning up the room, she went straight to the room next door.
At that time, the woman was going out with a clean bowl. When she saw that Xi Yu was holding a broom in one hand and the doorknob in the other, and there was something unclear, she immediately became angry.
"What do you want, you bitch? I never said you were not allowed to enter this house!"
As he spoke, he raised his big hand to say hello to Xi Yu's face.
Xi Yu smoothly rejected the other party's greeting, and then raised the broom in his hand:
"clean."
From yesterday to now, the woman who has never succeeded has turned a little blue, and her voice seems to be humming from her nose:
"This room is not needed, so stop meddling in other people's business!"
Surprisingly, this time, the woman washed the dishes herself, then picked up the smelly jar in the corner and headed out.
But it's getting dark outside.
Before leaving, the woman did not forget to tell Xi Yu not to enter that room.
Xi Yu obediently agreed, and then turned around and opened the door to the room the moment the woman left.
There is not much time, and the woman will definitely come back before it gets completely dark.
She had to race against time.
The room was pitch dark, and it was really hard to see.
Even with night vision, Xi Yu's vision was blurry, and he could only see clearly what was in front of him when he walked closer.
No one in this village even dared to light an oil lamp at night, so Xi Yu had no choice but to give up on using a flashlight and move forward.
There was a bed at the end of the room, but there was nothing else in the room.
Holding the long knife in her hand tightly, Xi Yu took every step cautiously, and was not sure until she had walked through the entire room.
There is really only one bed in this room.
The bed was dim, and a bulge could be vaguely seen under the quilt.
Even after seeing many scenes, Xi Yu's heart couldn't help but twist.
With a flick of the long knife, the quilt was lifted, revealing what was underneath.
It was a body.
A body without a head.
As for why it wasn't a corpse, it was because Xi Yu was surprised to find that this headless body was breathing.
His chest was rising and falling, but except for his head, everything else was fine.
Then the bowl of stuff brought into the house every day can only be consumed by women.
But why didn't she just drink it in the restaurant and make the extra trip?
Xi Yu intuitively remembered something important, but couldn't remember it anyway.
"Guest, I'm back."
Tour Guide 04 rolled down at her feet. She sounded a little happy, and she knew she had found the news:
"Chen Guxue is awake and protected. I ask you not to worry about her before the celebration, but you must take her out the day before."
