Zhang Hazi and I walked into the village and noticed something was not right. As we walked a little further, we saw the villagers walking towards each house's yard with their eyes closed.
Under the dim moonlight, the entire village was illuminated by a strange silver light. The villagers were wandering back and forth in the alleys and paths, making it look like hell on earth.
To be honest, if I hadn't already seen the Seven-Level Pagoda, my mental endurance would be so high that I would be scared of a heart attack if I encountered this scene so suddenly.
I asked Zhang Hazi why they were like this. Zhang Hazi said that they were sleepwalking. When they woke up, they all forgot about old age. Even if some of them remembered it, they would just feel like they were having a dream. Be careful not to wake them up.
I know this. Sleepwalkers cannot be easily woken up. Otherwise, when the sleepwalkers open their eyes, they will be frightened to death by the scene in front of them.
We carefully avoided the villagers along the way, and when we arrived at Xie Chuanji's house, we saw Xie Bugui sitting slumped in front of the threshold of the main room, leaning against the threshold, sweating profusely, panting like an ox, looking like he was hopeless. look like.
I didn't see the coffin in the main room. When I got closer, I found that the body of Xie Chuan Ji's grandson was lying on the ground of the main room like that. There was no wooden board to cushion it, and there was no straw mat covering it. It was bare, and it looked like it was after death. The desolate look of no one collecting the bodies.
Xie Bugui saw us coming in. After taking a breath, he asked Zhang Hazi, what should we do now? How can they handle it together?
Zhang Hazi walked over, sat down on the threshold, and said feebly that Ha Neng would deal with it and call someone to bury them when the sun comes up.
Zhang Hazi was probably tired. He told the village chief that they could not enter the coffin, but in the end, something like this happened.
I guess the village chief and others promised us not to put them in the coffin, but after we left, the two corpses probably wouldn't cause much trouble. After all, the craftsmanship of "Row on Row" only belongs to me, not to them. What impact did they have, so they were put into the coffin again.
But what they never expected was that Xie Chuanji's ultimate goal was not just to kill me. In other words, they had an alternative plan, which was to deal with Xie Chuan in turn if they couldn't kill me. The people in the village continue to survive by killing the village to survive.
After all, if Zhang Hazi hadn't suddenly had an idea, the three of us would have relaxed and gone back to the room to sleep after solving the problem. We would never have thought that anything would happen to Xie Chuanji.
After all, their grandfather and grandson were just activating rows of dice, just like passers-by in novels. No one would pay special attention to them, especially after they had just passed a difficult dungeon and their spirits were relaxed, they would not go there. Pay attention to this small role.
But Zhang Hazi shook his head and said that it was probably not them. It's not like they couldn't remember what happened decades ago. No matter how brave they were, they wouldn't dare to stuff the two of them into the coffin.
This is true, after all, when they first knew that it was a row of craftsmen, their behavior of fleeing was not an act. It can be seen from this that they were scared to the core of what happened fifty-five years ago, so they probably did not dare to make any arbitrary decisions and put the body in the coffin.
But if it wasn't for the village chief and the others who put the body in the coffin, how could Xie Chuanji activate the seven-level pagoda? You must know that only when his body is in the coffin can the craftsmanship prepared during his lifetime be activated. This has been proven by finding the small sarcophagus in the beam of the main room.
Zhang Hazi said that it was the real plan to thank Sichuan.
No, if Xie Chuanji is not in the coffin, he should not be able to activate any weird craftsmanship. Moreover, it is impossible for the village chief and others to put Xie Chuanji's corpses into the coffin without knowing the importance. In this case, how can he, Xie Chuanji, activate his craftsmanship?
Also, what is the real Xie Chuan plan? Is the one lying here fake?
Zhang Hazi did not answer me, but asked Xie if he had returned. He said, if there are only ninety-seven people in your village alive, is Xie Chuanji the only one?
Xie Bugui nodded without even thinking about it. Still breathing heavily, he said that he was indeed the only one.
Zhang Hazi turned around and asked me again, so you understand boss now?
I simply shook my head and said, I'm even more confused now, do you believe me?
Zhang Hazi didn't bother to talk to me, but looked at Xie Bugui sitting on the ground and said, do you want to understand, boss?
Xie Bugui was more straightforward than me and asked him directly, "How have I ever figured out all your twists and turns?"
Seeing Zhang Hazi being yelled back, to be honest, I really wanted to laugh, but this is someone else's mourning hall after all, and if I laughed out loud, I would probably be accused of disrespecting the deceased.
Zhang Hazi did not realize that he was being criticized at all, but sighed deeply, and then said very narcissistically, masters are lonely!
Hearing what he said, Xie Bugui and I looked at each other, and we both saw an impulse in each other's eyes—should we kill Zhang Hazi?
However, we all controlled our desires very well and rationally did not choose to take action. Instead, we told Zhang Hazi that since he has no craftsmanship, he will not suffer the backlash of luck. Isn't it normal to live longer?
Zhang Hazi shook his head, pointed at Xie Bugui, and said, "Ask him, among the people in Xiejia Village who don't know craftsmanship, any of them has lived to be ninety years old?"
I turned my head and looked at Xie Bugui expectantly, hoping that he would stand up and refute Zhang Hazi's words. But it's a pity that after I waited for several minutes, Xie Bugui raised his head in despair and shook his head firmly at me and Zhang Hazi.
I was a little confused when I saw this, and asked Xie Bugui directly if he had remembered it wrong, or because he didn't know the history of your village, so I didn't know if there was such a person in your village?
Xie Bugui shook his head and told me with great certainty that we in Xiejia Village have a genealogy and we should put it in the ancestral hall. I've climbed over the wall to see it before, and except for Xie Chuanji, no one was over sixty years old. Now more than ten years have passed, and even if they are alive, they will not be more than seventy years old.
In other words, in the history of Xiejiacun, no one has lived beyond the age of seventy, whether they want it or not.
Zhang Hazi then said, since none of the people named Xie Di lived past seventy, how could he, Xie Chuan, live to be ninety-seven?
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I couldn't answer this question, so I could only look at Zhang Hazi without saying a word.
Zhang Hazi also looked over and said excitedly, Ha Tu Tu, don't you understand? Because he is Xie Chuanji, the person named Xie we have been looking for! !
