"Indeed." An Qian sighed after hearing the entire incident.
This sounds like it has something to do with the hints given by the world copy.
Jiang Wenwei kindly went to help, which was regarded as a kind of dedication, but he didn't get anything in return and was threatened to provide more.
But it's not quite right.
The original words of the system are "Praise and promotion of selfless dedication may sometimes be just sweet words dropped by blood-sucking insects in order to suck more blood for themselves." 】
Listening to the process explained by Jiang Wenwei, there was no mention of praise and promotion of dedication. The whole incident was more inclined to "good people are not rewarded."
The key is missing.
Maybe Jiang Wenwei said something, or maybe this is just one of many incidents in the village, and there are more incidents that need to be unearthed.
No matter what, now that Jiang Wenwei's story had been heard, An Qian didn't want to waste any more time here, so she turned around and left.
"Hey wait!" Jiang Wenwei shouted anxiously when he saw An Qian leaving.
"What's wrong?" Anxi didn't stop walking.
Jiang Wenwei hurriedly followed. Seeing his appearance, An Qian stopped and asked, "What else do you want?"
"It's nothing, I just want to remind you." Jiang Wenwei suddenly lowered his voice, glanced left and right, and whispered: "Since the death of Zhang Baohai and Wang Cuizhu's family, there have always been strange things in the village. Come to our village Our volunteers have also been scared a few times. If anything happens to you, remember to come to me."
"Oh? Weird thing?" An Qian heard Jiang Wenwei say this and raised her eyebrows, "You mean they have become ghosts? Are they causing trouble in the village?"
"Shhhh! It's hard to say this directly." Jiang Wenwei looked panicked, "Anyway, if you encounter anything strange, just tell it as soon as possible. Our village is blessed by gods, and most of the time it can be resolved by going to the temple to pray for blessings."
An Qian was startled: "...in the temple?"
Jiang Wenwei immediately replied: "Yes, as long as you go to the temple and put a drop of blood on the statue of the immortal, the immortal will remember you and protect you from harm."
Anxi remained silent and said no more.
Jiang Wenwei had finished everything he wanted to say this time. He said hello to An Qian and left.
Anxi stayed where she was, thinking about the information she had received so far.
The story Jiang Wenwei tells is the origin of the White Walkers in the village, and the story Yuanyuan tells is the village’s solution after the White Walkers appear.
Things seem to be connected.
After Wang Cuizhu's family died, they became strange ghosts. The villagers were harassed and prayed to gods for blessings.
But... a fairy?
Anxi raised her head and stared to the west.
At first, when she heard Yuanyuan narrating these deeds, she had little interest in temples and gods, and just regarded it as the gibberish of a child.
However, when Jiang Wenwei talked about it, she felt the need to go to the small temple to find out.
Anxi stepped forward, changed direction, and headed towards the west side of the village.
It is now noon, and every household in the village has begun to cook. The smoke is curling up, and the aroma of the food permeates the entire village. The tempting aroma is mouth-watering.
Not encountering any villagers on the road, Anxi arrived at the western end of the village without any hindrance.
There are no households in the westernmost part of the village, and there is only a lonely small temple on the empty yellow land.
The small temple in front of me looks ordinary from the outside and does not reveal any distinctive appearance. The khaki exterior wall is smoother than other houses in the village. It seems that the villagers have repaired it frequently and taken care of it carefully.
An Qian put her hand against the temple door and pushed it slightly with her fingertips. Effortlessly, the temple door opened inwards.
The scene inside the temple is completely different from that outside the temple.
In the temple, the wooden pillars on both sides are tightly tied with thick ropes and stretched straight to form a high rope frame, with stacked red cloth strips hanging on it.
Anxi set out to walk through this sea of red. The red cloth strips fluttered lightly and were scattered in an orderly manner. She seemed to be a unique existence among them.
The sun shines through the rope frame, and even the land is dyed with a touch of red.
Walking all the way to the end of the small temple, there is a statue of an immortal in the center. The statue itself is not high, but with the base added, you need to look up to see it.
Anxi raised her head and looked at the face of the statue. The carved statue had its eyes closed and a smile on its lips, making it look like a man or a woman.
The offering table was covered with red silk satin, and there was no large amount of food placed on it. Only a few sticks of incense were placed on it. The aroma filled the surroundings and lingered.
"It doesn't seem to be anything special." An Qian stared at the statue of the immortal for a while, but found nothing strange.
She tried tapping the statue of gods with correction fluid, but the answer given by the correction fluid was just "ordinary stone statue"
Are the so-called gods just superstitions spread in small villages?
This is not impossible. The technology is underdeveloped and the information is blocked. The knowledge of the villagers is limited. Many strange things will become mysterious if they cannot find the answer. Over time, this idea will be ingrained in the mind.
An Qian stayed by the statue of the gods for a while, making sure there was nothing weird, then turned and left the small temple.
