Qisi went around to the back of the wooden frame where the memorial tablet was placed. Instead of a shrine, a huge yellow talisman was posted there, with the word "town" written on it in red pen.
The village history and the stories told by Su Po said that the ancestral hall was built to worship the god who gave meat, but it seems that this may not be the case now.
[New and old ancestral halls, densely packed with memorial tablets, who suppresses their souls? 】
The text on the system interface is cold and strange.
Qisi glanced sideways at the cold sunshine outside the door and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he grabbed a tablet and walked out of the ancestral hall without looking back.
Zhao Feng didn't know why, but he followed silently.
Killing Yang Yundong was just a momentary evil thought. Now that he calmed down and figured out the twists and turns, he only felt scared.
Anyone with a discerning eye will know that it was him who did it. As long as someone with a heart can work a little bit, he will be the next target.
He was injured, his combat effectiveness was reduced, and he might be killed by someone at any time.
He must save himself, that is, bind to Zeiss as soon as possible, and use the responsibility diffusion effect to share the attention of other players.
Qisi had a clear understanding of Zhao Feng's psychology, so he pretended not to care and smiled, then ordered: "Zhao Feng, pick up the barrel and let's go back to Granny Su's house."
Zhao Feng felt as if he had been granted amnesty, and quickly picked up the wooden barrel that Su Po had left in the center of the ancestral hall, and followed Qi Si.
He knew that Qisi affirmed their cooperative relationship in front of everyone, and the situation that he was most worried about being used and thrown away would not happen.
Qisi looked at Zhao Feng's frightened eyes and had no intention of saying more.
Human beings prefer to believe their own inferred logic compared to other people's opinions, even if it is far from the truth.
It was already noon when we returned to Granny Su's house, and the day was high in the sky, illuminating every corner.
Su Po and Ah Xi were sitting in the yard, basking in the sun and chatting.
Qisi walked over with a smile and threw the tablet in his arms to the ground. As expected, he saw Su Po's expression change from confusion to horror in a second.
He dragged a chair and sat down, and his tone of statement was calm and without ups and downs: "I have been thinking about the purpose of enshrining those tablets in the ancestral hall if there are no gods enshrined. Now I understand a little bit, those mutated things were sold as sacred meat. The villagers of Traveler are also very angry and need to be put into the ancestral hall to suppress them.”
"The disaster in Su's Village was caused by themselves. The greedy villagers deserved to be cursed by the evil god and turned into ugly monsters."
Speaking of this, Qisi restrained his sarcastic smile and assumed an attitude of asking for advice humbly: "It's just that I don't understand, Su Po, you obviously died before God came, and it has nothing to do with all sins, why are you still stubbornly trapped in it?" In this cannibal village?”
Su Po had regained her composure, stared calmly into Qisi's eyes, and said coldly: "There must be someone in charge of the village. If the ancestral hall is away from my guard, they will all run out. Not only will they kill you, but they will also bring trouble to the entire county." !”
Although Zhao Feng was confused by Chiss's analysis, he still stood guard.
Realizing that Su Po's tone was not kind, he grabbed A Xi's collar and threatened: "Old woman, have a better attitude, or else I will throw your grandson into the ancestral hall and see if those ghosts will bite him!"
Qisi only glanced at him lightly, and then looked at Su Po again as if he didn't exist: "Tell me all the truth, and I may be able to find a way to solve the problems in your village - of course, it's up to you to believe it or not."
After a moment of pause, he showed a gentle smile: "It's just that if I can't crack the world view, I will be so uncomfortable that I want to drag everyone with me to death. I guess the talisman paper posted in the ancestral hall is very important. You think if I rip it off—what happens?”
This was said sincerely, not like an unbridled threat at all.
Both the people and the ghosts who heard this had no doubt that Zeis would keep his word.
Zhao Feng, who was holding Ah Xi's neck as a background, was in awe: Should he be said to be from Xila? As expected, he is a bit mentally ill as rumored...
Su Po didn't dare to bet on Qisi's views, but she was also unwilling to reveal the information easily.
While she was hesitating, she heard the young man in front of her add the final weight to her words: "Maybe I can remind you more clearly, what did He promise to you?"
In the final analysis, vague questions are a way of inducing the audience to follow the hints and make associations, making the other party think that they know a lot of information, and there is no harm in revealing more.
People who know something about psychology will naturally know how to deal with such inducements, but unfortunately, Su Po obviously does not know what psychology is.
After hearing Qisi's words, this extremely old woman sighed, slumped on the chair like a deflated rubber ball, and spoke eloquently.
…
After their deaths, the ghosts of Su Po and A Xi have been wandering around the village.
They witnessed Su's village survive the famine, use the divine meat to become rich, and witness changes in the area as if they were cursed.
Numerous crimes were performed before our eyes, and emotions of anger, sadness, and resentment came and went, all dissipating in the long years.
Until one day, a Taoist in black came to Su's village.
He wore unfashionable robes, long hair, an unusual face and conversation, and a pair of golden eyes that stood out.
He cast a few magical little spells in public, and easily gained the trust of the villagers.
Under the guidance of the Taoist priest, the villagers rebuilt the ancestral hall, turned the original worship function into a suppressive one, and placed the memorial tablets of the villagers who died in the mutation, and finally slept peacefully overnight.
But the Taoist seemed to have some difficulties in dealing with the divine corpse.
He told the villagers: "You are provoking the most cruel and terrifying evil god in the world. He has the same malice towards all living beings. What he likes to do most is to induce humans to commit crimes and watch them struggle because of original sin. "
"The matter has come to this, and all you can do is atone for your sins and beg for His forgiveness."
The villagers quickly asked how they could atone for their sins.
The Taoist replied: "Find a quiet place to place His body, and then collect enough human flesh and blood to complete His body."
The villagers asked: "We have become like humans and ghosts, and no tourists have come to our village for a long time. Where can we find human flesh and blood?"
The Taoist looked towards the entrance of the village and said in a pronouncement tone: "In three days, eleven tourists will arrive."
The villagers were gearing up, but the Taoist left several rules to restrict them, including the harsh rule that "you cannot kill people and get meat by yourself".
But no one dared to raise objections. They had been tortured by the pain of mutation and the fear of curse for many years. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, they would seize it with fear.
The Taoist sent away the villagers without saying much, then went to Su Po's house alone and stopped by the well.
With a wave of his sleeve, he pulled out the souls of Su Po and Ah Xi. Two slanted shadows as pale as ink slowly solidified and surrounded him.
This strangely behaving outsider looked at the two ghosts, one large and one small, and finally had a smile on his lips.
He said: "You only need to act according to my instructions, and after that, I will resurrect you."
