The prophet of immortality refers to that old man?
Fire Lotus, that is, himself, stole the prophet's coffin?
"Ah, no wonder..."
Xiaolan suddenly realized why she was being hunted.
But after all, as someone who has some relationship with the prophet, Fire Lotus should receive preferential treatment, right?
Of course, that's assuming she doesn't dig a grave.
Xiaolan groped around the stone tablet carefully, but found nothing new. She stood there and pondered for a while, then squatted down and lifted the curtain on the incense table, and looked down the stage.
really!
There were two dark red futons placed under the altar table. The futons, like the curtains, were both a strong red color, and a thin book was placed on one of the futons.
Xiaolan reached out and took out the book. The cover was brand new and there were four big characters written on the title page.
The prophet of immortality.
Open.
Xiaolan squinted her eyes and read quickly. When the first line of neat ink characters came into view, Xiaolan became excited.
Great, this book is about that old man.
She read it word for word and felt a little disappointed again.
I read it, but it seems I didn’t.
There is no detailed introduction in the book. It simply explains the fact that "he is a prophet" and then describes the appearance of the old man when he was young. It does not mention the old man's family or other people he knows at all.
After reading the last word, Xiaolan turned back reluctantly.
Indeed there are none.
It gives people the feeling of an abrupt end.
Could it be...that the rest of the content is in other books?
She opened the curtain and took another look.
Even if there are other books, they are not here.
"well."
Xiaolan carefully put the book back in its place, restored everything to its original state, looked up at the back door, and glanced upward unconsciously.
There is a statue of a god in the ancestral hall of Lianshui Village, which seems to be where she is standing at the moment.
There was no handle on the door, only a black cloth strip hanging on a nail. At this time, the other end of the cloth strip was tied to the door frame, and the door was closed loosely.
The cloth strip was wrapped very tightly around the door frame. Xiaolan lost patience as he unwrapped it, and tried harder and harder. Finally, when the last section of cloth strip was wrapped around the door frame, there was a squeaking sound, and the entire cloth strip was wrapped around the door frame. It was pulled off by Xiaolan.
Xiaolan held the piece of cloth in her hand and watched the wooden door slowly open in front of her.
squeak--
Everything outside the door came into view.
Trees, moon, night, and a dark figure.
people? !
The figure turned his head and let out a short scream.
"Don't!" Xiaolan reacted quickly and rushed towards the figure, "Don't scream!"
"Ah! You!...Ugh!..."
Xiaolan had no choice, raised her hand and stuffed the cloth into the man's mouth.
The man was gesticulating wildly with his hands. After seeing Xiaolan's appearance, the man became quieter. When Xiaolan saw this, he also stopped grabbing and looked at the man's appearance.
This was a little boy about ten years old, only as tall as her chest. The little boy had his hands behind her back and was observing herself at the same time.
"You...you are not allowed to scream!" Xiaolan threatened in a low voice, "Otherwise...or I won't take out what's in your mouth!"
The little boy blinked his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and spat out the dirty cloth strip in his mouth with a "poof" sound.
"I recognize you!" The boy also lowered his voice, "You are a ghost. My mother said you are the ghost who killed the prophet!"
"You...your mother lied to you," Xiaolan glanced around uneasily, "I am a good person."
"My mother said good people never say they are good people."
"...How old are you? Is your mother telling you this now?"
"Did you really kill the prophet?" the boy asked curiously and urgently, "If you tell me, I won't tell the adults about your presence here."
Why do you feel something is weird?
Didn’t you still have the right to speak in your own hands just now?
"I……"
Just as Xiaolan was about to open her mouth to teach this little brat a lesson, she heard a noise coming from outside the ancestral hall.
somebody is coming!
The scream must have awakened the nearby villagers.
Xiaolan quickly searched for a hiding place within sight, and the little boy was quietly held by her hands.
She looked left and right, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"There!" The little boy said in a breathy voice when he saw her appearance, "You can hide people there."
The crowd has arrived on the dirt road outside the ancestral hall, and the sound is getting clearer and louder.
"where?"
The little boy pointed forward with his chin, "There, in the stove."
In front of the two of them was the crematorium.
"Is this... okay?"
"Okay, they never look for it here," the little boy nodded desperately, "I've hidden it several times."
What is this child made of? So fierce.
The two moved to the stove door. Xiaolan thought for a moment and let go of the boy's hands.
"You go in first." She said forcefully.
She decided to take back the right to speak.
The boy opened the furnace door quickly and got in with great skill. He huddled inside the furnace cavity and waved to Xiaolan.
"Hurry, they are coming."
Ah, why do you act like a criminal gang?
Xiaolan got into the stove dignifiedly, and while closing the stove door, she muttered quietly, "I'm not hiding from them because I'm afraid, I'm just..."
"I know, you are a good person," the boy said perfunctorily, "Shh-"
The boy pricked up his ears and listened to the noise outside the furnace.
Who is running for his life?
Xiaolan even thought, could this little boy have committed a more serious crime than her?
The door opened and crowds of people poured into the temple from the main entrance.
Another thin footsteps appeared nearby.
Xiaolan took a sharp breath, and the boy covered her mouth.
Xiaolan glanced at the boy angrily, but didn't dare to make any move.
"Meow..."
A cat meowed against the furnace door.
footsteps...
Then there was a rustling sound, as the tabby cat seemed to pick up something from the ground and tear it apart.
At the same time, the creak of the door opened less than five meters away from them.
Human gasps, human footsteps.
"Is anyone there?" a woman's voice.
"No, it's a cat," another woman complained. "I thought it was a ghost... this damn cat."
The woman cursed fiercely, and the tabby cat screamed sharply. It must have been kicked, and ran away in despair.
"What? Just a cat?" Another woman asked, "What about the movement just now? Is it also a cat?"
"It should be," said the woman who kicked the cat. "The dead cat has pulled off this piece of cloth again. Hurry up and tie it up again."
"Just use this one..."
"Forget it, it's so sticky and dirty after being bitten by a cat..."
The women gradually moved away, and as their voices disappeared from their ears, Xiaolan and the little boy looked at each other and smiled tacitly.
