I turned my head and scanned the creek in front of the yard, and then looked at the fork in the village's main road on the right. I lowered my head, pulled the strap of the big black wooden box on my shoulder, and walked forward.
The night at this time was even quieter, with not even the chirping of insects appearing.
The village road is surrounded by mottled fog.
Some of the courtyards I passed gave people a particularly empty feeling.
It was as if no one was in any room.
Only then did I notice that if you walk a short distance on the road here, you will see a few copper coins or a piece of talisman paper.
I was stunned for a moment before I realized. Could this be He Pheasant's preparation?
She must be right. She used these methods to protect the courtyard where she was hiding, so that no troublesome people could approach the courtyard.
I also think this is due to my mother.
She must be doing something, otherwise when a large group of us entered the village, how could there not be any troublesome watchmen, hags, or villagers?
She is so fierce, she must know how powerful Taoist priests are, and if she wants to avenge me, she will definitely be well prepared...
The more I thought about it, the more urgent I became.
The speed of my feet was faster, and I walked a little further. When the copper coins were finally no longer visible on the ground, I found that the feeling around me had changed.
In the courtyard closest to me, there was a man standing there.
He was thin and thin, and he was clearly dressed like a watchman, but one of his arms had been severed, and there was a fatal wound on his chest that was deep enough to show the bone.
In addition, the cover of his head was cut off, and there was a faint flame burning on it.
His wide eyes were filled with torment, pain, and a bit of emptiness that only belongs to the dead...
This man lighting the candle must have been what the watchman had prepared before, and he wanted to use it to disturb the villagers.
It's just that my mother is here, and all this has no effect in front of my mother.
I hesitated for a moment and didn't waste time to put out the candle the man lit.
My mother's fierceness has long overshadowed them.
Continuing to walk forward and passing through several more courtyards, I saw a total of three more people lighting candles.
He Guipo killed five watchmen, and together with the one I killed, he lit a candle. There were already five here.
And I just happened to go out of the side road and came to the main road at the head of the village.
The full moon is like an eyeball, staring straight at Hejiacun,
There are many people on the village road...
These people walked scatteredly, as if they were sleepwalking, without any emotion.
As I got closer, I realized that although they were dull and lifeless, they were walking and throwing something on the road.
Or a rag, or a piece of black and red minced meat...
This scene is horrifying...
They ignored me, as if their only purpose now was to throw those things away.
The compass on my body made a loud rustling sound, as the needle was turning desperately, signaling to me that there was too much fierceness and resentment here.
I first looked back at the way I came from vigilantly to make sure no one was following me.
Then I tensed up my mind, lowered my voice, and whispered the word "mother" in a low voice.
But, this has no effect...
The troubled villagers next to me still ignored me. They all threw their things and walked away...
There is more sweat on my forehead.
What is going on? Is my mother too far away from me now? can not hear?
These troubled villagers simply do that one thing and cannot see or hear anything else?
I took out my pocket watch and glanced at the time. Twenty minutes had passed, and there was less than an hour left before dawn...
The more anxious I am, the more panic I feel.
After biting my tongue, I finally became clearer.
After calming down, I knew that I must be near my mother.
The only thing we can count on now is the compass.
We can only look at the current situation of the village to see if the needle of the compass can still be effective.
Holding the compass up steadily, I stared at the rotation of the needle and started walking forward from the village road, making a snake-like detour as I walked to check whether the needle changed at different directions.
If it is always this fast, then the whole village is the same, and I will not be able to find my mother. I will have to go back and think of other ways.
For about half a cup of tea, the hands didn’t change much.
When I was anxious, suddenly, the pointer turned a little faster than before!
Although it was just a trace, it was still clearly captured by me!
I was immediately overjoyed, and even more cautiously, I moved forward in this direction.
Sure enough, this time the compass has changed even more.
The rustling sound of the needle gradually disappeared and turned into another buzzing sound.
That's too fast. After reaching a certain level, the noise is much smaller.
After another cup of tea, I came outside a courtyard.
Here, it is obviously different.
Outside the courtyard, there were many people sitting in the crowd.
These people all had their heads lowered, including villagers, hags, and watchmen...
The dense crowd of people almost completely surrounded the courtyard.
In the center of the courtyard, there was a person standing, and that person was the old watchman!
The messy sideburns, gray hair, and pale face were full of a fierce look, extremely fierce.
From the look in his eyes, he wasn't worried?
Moreover, he was holding a stick in his hand, and in front of him was a large pot. There was a turbid liquid boiling in the pot, as if he was cooking something.
The stick in the old watchman's hand was stirring the cauldron...
At the same time, he was still murmuring something in a low voice.
Because it was quiet, I could hear the sound even from such a distance.
But because it was too far away, I couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.
There seem to be a few words mentioning Taoist priests, as well as the word "you must not"... and the word "death"...
My eyelids were twitching wildly, and now I was also frightened.
My mother is here? But the old watchman didn't cause trouble, so what happened?
At this moment, the old watchman in the courtyard suddenly froze.
His neck was twisted, and his eyes immediately met mine.
The old watchman's eyes were stunned at first, and then he was stunned and confused.
My body also stiffened, but I still stood there, staring directly at the old watchman.
I couldn't hide the hatred in my eyes, nor could I hide my surprise and confusion.
The reason for not leaving is simple. The old watchman must have been haunted by my mother.
Now that he's awake... I don't think it's easy.
There was no way he could break free, and even if he did, he would probably have to escape or be killed by my mother.
Since no one is dead, he can still stay with the troubled villagers...
I thought it was possible that he might have reached some kind of agreement with my mother?
Or was my mother asking him to do this?
The old watchman suddenly moved. He dropped the wooden stick in his hand, turned around, squeezed the crowd, and staggered toward the outside.
