The drunkard may still be drunk, but to a much lesser extent than before. Before Xie Zhe could react, he immediately jumped up and snatched the pancake from Xie Zhe's hand. Looking at him wolfing down his food, it seemed that he hadn't eaten in a long time. It is not difficult to imagine how he lived a hungry and full life before wandering alone in the town. None of the three of them could get angry, they just watched silently as he stuffed the half piece of cake into his belly. Finally, he stared at the remaining half of Wenying's hand.
Han Chang took a step forward and took the initiative to hand the food in his hand in front of him. Without any hesitation, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth. As expected, he choked after all, and Wenying handed him the prepared water bag. In the end, Wenying's dinner could not escape his grasp. After some tossing, he burped loudly. After the gas in his stomach was expelled, he felt empty again.
"Do you guys... still have something to eat?" he asked pitifully, not the slightest bit wary.
"No more." Han Chang shook his head and asked him again, "Since you have eaten our food, let's ask you a few questions. Isn't that too much? Just answer it truthfully."
"I probably know what you are going to ask... hiccup." His stomach twitched again, "You are from outside... the locals are not so kind. They bother us and want to drive us away or simply beat us to death. us."
Asking Ying: "How many more are there like you? Are you all from that - that burned down village?"
"That's our hometown. I've lived there since I was a child, but I know better than anyone that we can't go back."
"Because...the house is gone."
"No, that's not the case. Hiccup -" The drunkard was shocked again and hiccupped.
Xie Zhe glanced at the brother and sister, then looked at him. He took a step forward, got closer and asked, "May I ask your age? You seem to be older, but apart from being thin, you are also considered healthy."
The drunk scratched his head: "Uh... uh, are you in your twenties?"
"Twenty something?!"
Wenying couldn't help but exclaimed, and Han Chang, who was leaning on the pillar, subconsciously leaned forward. None of them expected that such a downcast and vicissitudes of life in front of them was just a young man in his early twenties. His hair is obviously white, his skin is like fallen leaves that have not completely lost water, and his teeth are also black and yellow. I wonder if he smokes too much.
"I went there, but he is the strongest boy in the village...otherwise he wouldn't be able to survive now, right?"
He trembled and seemed to smile, but the corners of his mouth failed to rise. Xie Zhe felt that this question was a bit rude, but who would have thought that things would be like this. He paused and then asked:
"We may... mention some slightly offensive issues. We want to know what kind of changes have happened in your hometown. This will inevitably mention your wounds. You see-"
"Ask." The drunkard was more open-minded. This time he burped, "Hiccup - vomit." This ball of air was buried deep in the stomach and almost brought out the pancake he had just eaten. "Anyway, I have nothing left, only my life. I'm barefoot and don't mind wearing shoes. You can ask whatever you want. Hiccup... uh, my head really hurts."
"You should drink less." Wenying sighed, "Oh! You are still stealing and drinking. What if someone really beats you up? You brought this problem on yourself."
Wen Ying's words were not polite, but they were not wrong, so neither Han Zhang nor Xie Zhe said a word. The drunkard didn't take it seriously, let out a long yawn, and then replied lazily:
"Otherwise? If you die, you will die. There is no point in living. My parents are gone. My wife just married her two years ago, and the child has not even changed his horoscope, so he got together with Lao Li. Bah! I was dying for her before, but now that the curse is lifted, I think about it, just do whatever you want, it’s none of my business... I just get used to being with her, so I miss her a little bit."
"Well... let's get to the point. Regarding your family affairs, let's say less and make less mistakes." Xie Zhe tried to comfort him and said, "Then, in your memory... what happened in that village?"
"What's the matter? Well, let me think about it, it's just that little bit of nonsense..."
So the drunkard began to talk about things, wishing he could start talking about it when he crawled out of his mother's womb. Let them talk things over, and finally fast forward to the part where he gets a wife. His wife is about the same age as him, very beautiful, and she looks like a fairy daughter to him now. But she turned out to be carefree, like a goblin, sleeping on the same bed with so many people where he couldn't see her. He really hates and loves his beautiful daughter-in-law. He indulges his muscles and can neither control his wife nor frighten his lover.
Later, a woman came to the village. The woman looked pitiful and Chuchu, claiming that she had fled here with her brother. Her brother is mute, unable to speak, and a bit dull. There may be some problem with his head. The villagers sympathized with her and gave her a temporary place to live, allowing her to recuperate for a while before leaving, or she could stay and live if she wanted.
As a result, that night, the woman seduced the man who took her in and climbed onto the bed in her guest room. His wife was furious and wanted to reason with her. Unexpectedly, the woman's brother had been prepared and penetrated his wife's back with a pair of rusty scissors from their family. And her man was like a demon, marrying the enemy who killed his wife as his new wife.
All this could be concealed at first. After all, the old couple at home were afraid of life and loved their son deeply. They were especially afraid of the young and beautiful new daughter-in-law. Not long after, under the pressure of her and her son, the old man took all the charges and left a suicide note claiming that his old wife did not listen to her parents-in-law, so he let him kill her. Having no choice but to finish writing a whole piece of lies, the old man committed suicide by hanging himself from the beam. When the old lady saw the body, she went crazy and rushed to the street, making a noise about the murder of her new wife making it known to everyone. But she was crazy after all, and not many people believed her, not to mention that the woman was full of sweet words, and her pretty face made everyone stunned, and her husband interceded for her. No one doubted that the son would slander his parents, so the matter was over.
Now it seems that all this is very clear, but no one chooses to believe it. Later, she continued to attract bees and butterflies everywhere, seducing the souls of men one after another. In the end, all the men in the village were thinking about her, and they became more and more displeased with their "wretched wife". The relationship between husband and wife is not harmonious, quarrels occur from time to time, one household after another, day after day, and sometimes there are even fights. Men's arguments, women's noises, and children's cries never stop for a moment. I don’t know from which day the village will no longer be able to experience peace.
And the woman disappeared, not knowing where she went. The first morning she disappeared, everyone received a small flower at their door. Although the flowers have been picked, they are still very fresh. The flowers come in pink or white, and some people also received yellow ones. Such flowers cannot grow in this place. They have never seen them before and find them strange. The women either threw the flowers away, or found a container with water and put it in first, and more people put it on their own heads or their daughters' heads.
Gradually, women became as bewildered as men. Those men knew that the person they longed for could no longer be seen, and strong feelings had to find a suitable place to place them, so the target became anyone - anyone they had liked before, or who they chose to have feelings for later. So do women. Some are more loyal to their husbands, but others run to express their love for other people's husbands. What's even more bizarre is that some of the latter targets actually accept it. Some of their wives became angry because they thought they loved their husbands deeply; others did not express it because they were also thinking about others.
The village is becoming more and more chaotic and people are distracted. In the end, people are only immersed in their own feelings, and they only want to see things and people they want to see. Regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, they all choose the most explicit and primitive way to express their feelings, and both of them indulge in lewd things. People with poor health will die after missing a few meals. Only some people are still rational, but they are not completely rational. The scary thing is that even if only their bodies are left, their lovers still see them as the most perfect and most beloved person in their hearts.
Of course, Xie Zhe compiled all of this based on the drunkard's statement. The situation he described was naturally from his own perspective. He was thinking about his wife, but she didn't know where she was - she might have died in some lover's bed. At that time, his restless heart became very uneasy. He hugged his wife's quilt all day long and refused to move even half a step.
"All of this is a curse... Of course, knowing this, it is already time to break the curse. A group of female onmyojis came to us and burned everything clean. The woman who first came here was a monster, and we are now They reacted. They burned the spells left by the banshees that were parasitic in the village, freeing us from the dilemma of lust. But no one thanked them, not even me..."
"Why?" Qiying was puzzled. But her brother seemed to understand something.
"The fire also burned many people to death. Of course... this was a shield for the surviving villagers. They, uh, us - actually just wanted to protect ourselves. Although the life in the fantasy world is actually rotten and stinky, but Dreamers don’t think so. Isn’t it just for happiness that people live in this world? Who would choose to spend a long time boringly instead of a short, happy life?”
"Why can't you choose the latter?!" Qianying was even more confused.
"Girl, you don't know," the drunkard shook his head and said with contempt, "Only when you experience the goodness of love yourself will you know whether it's worth risking your life for."
Xie Zhe said coldly: "Being bewitched by sorcery cannot be called love at all."
"Stop tarnishing the word love," Han Chang said with a bad expression, "Let me tell you, what do those female onmyojis look like?"
"I can't remember this," the drunkard rolled his eyes, "I'm not kidding you. Our favorite people and things are gone, our home is gone, and no one wants to look at them. No matter how bad the illusion is, It’s better than not having a home at all.”
Xie Zhe said: "How about you think about it again?"
"Oh, my stomach... is making noises in my ears with its growling, why can't people remember it?"
Han Chang understood what he meant and took out a silver ingot like a magic trick. Xie Zhe saw that it was true and said nothing. Sure enough, for him, the cost of prying open the mouth was not high.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember it again! That's right, there is a woman wearing a curtain, whose face can't be seen clearly; and there is another one, dressed in red... The other two sisters look younger and look a bit similar . One of them even advised everyone to cheer up... The other one was silent from beginning to end, maybe he is also mute."
"Who are you talking about?!"
Xie Zhe suddenly shouted loudly, and even Han Chang was frightened.
