Gathering villagers is a technical job.
At least for Chino...
Especially in this situation where everyone is extremely fearful, it is really difficult to communicate effectively.
There was no other way, Qianye could only find the old village chief, take out the identity of "Liu Qinshan" again, and then invite all the people hiding in the house...
Not too many people, but not too few either.
Liu Qinshan's courtyard obviously couldn't accommodate that many people.
Fortunately, in rural areas, the villagers saw that there was not enough space, so they all brought some sheds from their homes and simply set up a tent in the surrounding land.
I am used to this lifestyle, so no one complains, except for a few children who are not very old, and occasionally cry once or twice...
Some people were confused about what Mr. Liu was doing, so they boldly went up to ask.
And Liu Qinshan didn't hide much about this.
An Yu didn't look back to see Huang Qiu, but she still walked in. The gravel on the road was stepped on under my feet, making a rustling sound.
"He is here to verify whether it is true and whether you have any need to lie to him."
It must be said that Qianye has really been there, so how could the two of them be so similar?
"Huang Qiu, thank him."
But according to Old Man Liu's moral behavior.
But I suddenly paused again, and realized that the other person's life might be the same as mine. He had no one to rely on for a long time, and how many people would care about him...
An Yu stood by the door.
No matter what we have, at least we have been addicted to talking in private, so we should do whatever we want.
Having already reached this point, he simply told the whole truth to the villagers, and said that if he wanted to survive in the future, he should not go further than a fifty-meter radius.
An Yu paused, and was about to say something to comfort her, but the first thing she wanted to say was blocked in her throat. She knew how to explain to Huang Qiu.
Liu Qinshan took out the cigarette rod from his mouth and said hurriedly.
In fact, some of them did not disobey Liu Qinshan's words.
"Okay, that's what I'm talking about." Old Man Liu didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, so he just casually mentioned it and passed on.
"You are strangers to people outside the village. You know exactly what our personalities are like. Suddenly, there is no such similarity. Can you sense what it is?"
"There are not many things in the world that he has seen before, and he may never see them again before he dies."
Before an abnormal person comes into direct contact with death, there are eight most obvious manifestations.
Naturally, no one would pay special attention to me.
As you drank the porridge, your eyes drifted into the house, staring at the noise of the villagers in the house in a daze.
It's just the end now, there's not much to do.
As expected, that script has no continuity.
Because of the death of a family of eight, one or two young people have not yet begun to trust Liu Qinshan.
Pause for a moment.
"Everyone will die first. On the contrary, the time of living is simply too short compared to death. Even if he can become a ghost like he said, this is why he has to die so slowly..."
Before Xiaozhi took a look at Jiang Liang's situation, it didn't make much sense for me to stay.
Whether An Yu's sentences contain a lot of emotion or not, I am also wondering how Taihanhu should face Jiang Liang at this time.
I originally thought that Jiang Liang would become emotionally depressed before he found out that he had eyes, but it turned out that it wasn't that bad.
Before finishing what Liu Qinshan told me, I went back outside the house to see the old lady Jiang Liang who had an accident last night...
Even worse.
"Jiang Liang, is it worse?"
The old lady was sitting aside and drinking porridge quietly at this time. She was not too wordy or interjected a word, as if Jiang Liang's intention had not caused any fluctuation in your mood.
The villagers naturally believed Liu Qinshan's words. After all, no one would gamble with their own lives. When they heard the news, although some of their lips trembled in disbelief, they still agreed...
"An Yu, will you die?"
Huang Qiu seemed to have never thought about getting an answer from An Yu.
"Actually, there is nothing wrong with death. I just keep sleeping like that, no matter whether I am worried or sad. If I am definitely unlucky, I may become a free ghost, floating around and playing."
"you......"
"Huh... are you going to violate the law? Haven't we, a family of eight, left the house since then? We still died? What do you want us to do now?"
Before you woke up, you were crying or fussing. You were lying under the bed normally and obediently, knowing what was going on in your heart.
This is not about naming the victims.
"Thank you for what?"
When Huang Qiu came to me, I just patted another stone next to me and motioned Huang Qiu to sit on it.
During this period, I glanced at the old lady who was still sitting numbly by the door, but the last thing she said was to take steps to leave.
After living for two hundred years and sending away generations of bad people, it is strange that I can meet the former victims.
An Yu realized what was going on and raised her head to look at the old man. Just when she was about to ask more questions, Liu Qinshan interrupted me.
There is no other one, and there are still things that I have not touched yet.
Why does Liu Qinshan still choose to hide it now?
Crying or fussing, being so quiet that it feels too much, having a calm mind to the point where one imagines, maybe he has seen through life and death, or maybe his brain has retreated into numbness, and he has come out of what happened at that time.
"Well, I don't have such a literary talent..."
"Hasn't he seen this, a person named Qianye?" An Yu asked what he thought of after that.
If there were shocking scars on the eyes, An Yu might even think that it was Jiang Liang chatting with Randi.
In addition to knowing that I am a native, and being able to see through the weird abilities I possess at a glance, An Yu feels that my memory will also be confused.
"It's up to you whether you trust me or not! If you want to die, don't harm us, just find your own way out!"
It was about what the village would eventually become before that incident.
Behind me, the villagers were setting up tents, chatting, and coaxing their children. Some people were paying attention to where I was standing.
There is still a huge bug out there...
You seemed to be just minding your own business, lying under the bed and mumbling in your sleep.
Turning around, An Yu planned to talk to Liu Qinshan and resolve the doubts in her heart...
The joys and sorrows of the world are not the same.
"At most, from a personal point of view, he cannot think that they exist because he is alive. After all, their existence has no meaning to him before his death.
Jiang Liang said this accidentally.
Liu Qinshan is not the guardian of that village.
An Yu asked back.
Speaking of that, Huang Qiuzheng wanted to mention Jiang Liang's family.
The clear eyes moved slightly to the lower right, finishing recalling the past events.
Did Liu Qinshan go anywhere else?
"What are you talking about?" Huang Qiu retorted, "Death means that everything is gone. Sadness will indeed disappear, but what about death? What about depression? Will those also disappear?"
In the horror world, this phenomenon will exist in any world without plot.
Didn't Liu Qinshan mince words? He answered An Yu's question before taking a puff of cigarette.
Knowing what you were thinking of, he took a deep breath and stepped forward, saying to An Yu: "You should rest for a while while he goes out for a walk."
Huang Qiu in front stopped me.
"His sister...oh yes, I should say this older girl. Your question is, has he considered Hanhu?" And the eighth type is not like Huang Qiu...
"The wild flowers blooming on the top of the mountain in the morning light, the peaks topped by clouds and mist, the quiet lakeside of the big stream, the wonders of sunset in the desert, the night when you can see the gorgeous aurora..."
"Those are beautiful things."
"Don't make any noise. Let Mr. Liu have a rest. The noise is giving me a headache. Little guy, please calm down. If you violate the rules, something will happen!"
This sentence I have always known, but what I wanted to hear came to my ears.
In fact, you haven't woken up since the morning.
"Have a bad rest."
I was sitting in front of the house under a relatively regular stone, holding a cigarette rod outside my mouth, looking at the intersection of the village from a distance.
The character is a promising child...
"Yes, yes, you know, little writer."
I am the first person to come outside that village, and I may also be the first one...
And the memory of special NPCs will be changed. It is too reasonable to accept it weakly and let the plot continue...
"bad."
An Yu didn't mean to be polite, and the other party also understood my character very well. Now I pretend to be respectful, which is small but necessary.
Doubts suddenly emerged from An Yu's heart.
The first type is a greater desire for life, which casts a shadow on the incident of being close to death. Perhaps one is willing to be exposed to it again throughout his life, forming an avoidant personality.
Inexplicably, such a sentence popped into An Yu's mind.
"He should be able to come and ask you that. Doesn't he want to know about that person?" I turned my head and looked at Huang Qiu.
"..."
"Okay, okay...Mr. Liu, we understand, and we will never leave the distance you mentioned."
An Yu's words were choked back in his stomach.
So after pondering for two seconds, An Yu added:
"We have seen that there is little difference between us and him. We all relied on our wrists to show some skills, just running around in compliance with the rules. Except for those who had bad luck and were saved by you, the others were too desperate, and the first ones died. Inside the village..."
"Mr. Liu, you also know the situation in my family. If something unexpected happens, please take less care of your poor family..."
Will it be able to survive in bad condition, or will it become a ruin and a dead village with no one living in it? The victims who should be dragged in will still come.
"You heard Mr. Liu say that before you met Yili yesterday, he was concerned about safety and ran out to save you." Huang Qiu said hurriedly.
Jiang Liang, on the other hand, continued to lie down. The blood under the white cloth covering his eyes had not completely dried, and the blood from the wound had been stopped...
Tao Nan's confession lingered in his ears.
You just think we are noisy...
before finishing speaking.
I haven't heard anyone say that since...
"Yes."
For example, could it be a real person...
...
"It's not bad, you're in trouble." Jiang Liang's voice didn't sound healthy. He looked so bad on the surface.
You couldn't help but praise An Yu: "Beyond your impression, given his character, he would still say something like that."
I smacked my lips and told Anyu another thing:
Those NPCs don't mean much to me.
An Yu paid no attention to the tranquility of the villagers.
After Liu Qinshan's rescue, the old lady's illness has not deteriorated much. She has never been like this before, lying under the bed only talking nonsense. At most, she can't go to bed, walk a few steps, and drink half a bowl of porridge by herself.
Difficulty or success...
Sitting next to Liu Qinshan, I followed his line of sight and looked towards the entrance of the village:
Jiang Liang's slightly serious speech made Jiang Liang smile weakly.
Jiang Liang woke up.
The sycamore tree next to the yard, whose branches and leaves were slightly swayed by the breeze, gradually stopped and stopped amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd...
The wind from the entrance of the village followed the mountain and blew past the stone well toward me, lifting a few white hairs behind my forehead...
The conversation among the villagers was a mess.
Liu Qinshan's suspicious answer met An Yu's suspicion.
Only until the low point of the script world comes to an end can Huang Qiu and I leave that world.
Liu Qinshan said.
Liu Qinshan nodded.
There was not too much sadness in his tone, as if he had already made psychological preparations for himself and delayed knowing the ending.
Tell the story that the family will be sad before the other person dies.
It is completely different from the state in which "father" was buried...
"You and them are from the same world, and their life and death actually have little to do with you. All you want is to keep that village."
To this.
"You've always wanted to know how he could tell you that you were from that village the first time he saw you, but from there?"
and.
“The less you see, the less you know.”
"You know he's fine. If you want to ask anything, just ask him directly. While your old body is still strong, you can still answer his questions..."
"An Yu."
Such comfort may aggravate the other person's indifference towards death.
"What to save...didn't you succeed in saving me before?"
After all, Qianye's method is very similar to Liu Qinshan's. Whether it's the white powder or the way to deal with weird things, it's almost as if they come from the same method...
"You hate him..."
An Yu crossed the threshold and asked a simple question out of emotion.
...
Did I turn around and agree to Jiang Liang's confession, or did I acknowledge the other person's love directly? Instead, I just stood at the door, thinking for a long time before I squeezed out seven words from my mouth.
Jiang Liang didn't make any naughty jokes.
"It's fair to say that he has only seen other people from here before, right?" An Yu continued to ask.
However, Liu Qinshan's answer made me feel a little satisfied.
"You are a great speaker." An Yu replied.
"Indeed, I just remembered that I didn't understand that question, and I had no idea, so I thought of asking." An Yu answered truthfully.
Turn your head sideways.
The old man just shook his head and admitted that he had never seen that person before.
At present, the village is causing disaster. These evil spirits that are harmful to human life will break through the village and surround the place tightly.
Waiting for An Yu to turn around.
No matter what the name of the protagonist in the original story was, it would always be replaced by the name of the victim who arrived, resulting in a strange situation where the father and son had the same last name.
The reason why I ask that is because I think Qianye's method is unique, and I want to find out whether that method came from Liu Qinshan, and if so, whether it came from someone else.
The seventh type is mental breakdown, which is a loss of reason for a certain period of time, which may lead to violence and other situations. What is said outside the mouth is also nonsense, and it is not scary as ordinary people always say.
In fact, Chino and I have a lot to do with each other.
I must have said that I have been here.
Did An Yu continue to rely on it?
