Ten minutes before Dr. Jiang returned to the consultation room.
"Okay, we've finished eating."
Wang Qing fed the last piece of meat into Granny Zhang's mouth, put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hand, and spoke in a brisk tone.
Then, he thoughtfully picked up the handkerchief on the cabinet and wiped Granny Zhang's mouth.
However, after feeding, the old woman still had her wrinkled lips open.
The gaping mouth was dark, and the teeth and tongue could not be seen clearly.
She made a sound like a baby crying for milk.
"ah--"
A pair of eyes, first looking at the food box that has been eaten clean.
After realizing that he had finished eating, his eyes slowly turned to Wang Qing.
The cloudy eyes were like a well that had dried up, but from this well came light named desire and hunger.
It's like I can never be fed enough and I don't know what I'm satisfied with.
Wang Qing noticed the old woman's eager eyes and was a little confused: "Are you not full yet?"
No, the food she brought was enough to feed an adult man.
I didn’t expect that the old woman could eat quite well despite her age.
What is this called?
Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
I am an old man, but I am ambitious for a thousand miles?
It’s still the same thing as old clams...well, that’s a confusing question.
Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve eaten such sumptuous food, so my greed is aroused, right?
Wang Qing looked at the old woman and advised her gently: "You've finished eating, mother-in-law. It's so late, it's not good to eat too much. Be good, I'll come see you tomorrow and bring you something delicious."
It's true that the old people in this village still have the mentality of children despite their age.
Or he gets too angry and refuses to eat, and when he eats, he becomes so greedy that he can't stop eating.
Wang Qing cursed secretly, lowered his head and put away all the dishes and chopsticks on the table.
After clearing away the dishes, Wang Qing looked at the old woman who still had her mouth open, looking like she was begging for food, and helped her lie down considerately.
"Okay, now that you've eaten, it's time to rest. I'll come see you tomorrow."
The old woman made an "ahhh" sound from her mouth and wanted to get up from the hospital bed and continue eating.
But without her limbs, she couldn't struggle at all.
He could only let Wang Qing help him lie down, and then tightened the corners of the quilt, wrapping his body airtightly, making him unable to move.
Wang Qing looked at the old woman lying motionless on the bed, feeling very satisfied.
It seems that I am not only good at educating children, but also very good at taking care of the elderly.
Wang Qing left the health center humming a song with satisfaction.
Dr. Jiang, who returned to the consultation room, happened to be on the same foot and did not bump into each other.
After Wang Qing left the health center, he wanted to return the thermos bucket, but suddenly realized that he had no idea where the man in the suit lived.
Forget it, at worst, I'll return it to him tomorrow.
Since the village is going to hold a festival to honor the gods, everyone should show up.
Wang Qing thought so and simply took the thermos bucket back to where he lived.
Just like the previous two days, she washed her face and feet with hot water and went to bed.
In the middle of the night, there was another strange movement on the rafters.
"ma...ma..."
A vague, low sound.
As the blood vessels pump and contract, they emanate from under the black feathers.
Wang Qing slept deeply, and in her sweet dream, she didn't even move her brows.
Lying on the bed, breathing evenly and shallowly.
Blood vessels hung down from the beams, inch by inch, and danced along the wall, as if they were groping for something.
It fell to the ground and rubbed back and forth many times where Wang Qing had vomited yesterday, but found nothing.
"m...mama..."
Where's the food today?
Mom, Mom, I didn’t bring anything to eat...
The blood vessels lay exhausted on the ground.
He actually looked a little aggrieved.
After a long while, it seemed like I suddenly realized something.
The blood vessel moved slowly, climbed onto the table, and slowly wrapped around the thermos bucket on the table.
Immediately, he unscrewed the lid of the thermos bucket with great flexibility.
The food in the thermos bucket has been eaten, leaving only some oily residue.
The blood vessel stretched in, wriggled along the inner edge of the thermos barrel very carefully, and finally exited from the inside.
What's left is a clean, as if washed inner liner.
My blood vessels were a little dissatisfied, but there was really nothing else to eat, so I had no choice but to slowly retreat back to the rafters.
"ma...ma..."
One night passed and nothing happened.
It was dawn, and this was Wang Qing's fourth day in Goutou Village.
Early in the morning, I was awakened by the noise outside.
Wang Qing opened the door and went out and found that the whole village was full of joy and red silks were hung everywhere.
The villagers all had some concealed joy on their faces, and they met one by one, gradually forming a team and walking in one direction.
The sounds of flutes, erhus, suonas, and gongs and drums could also be faintly heard in the air.
It seemed like a grand wedding was being held.
This is probably a sacrifice to the gods, right?
Wang Qing slept well last night. When he was woken up in the morning, he was not very angry. Instead, he was quite interested in the village festival.
The man in suit appeared in front of everyone again.
"Did you have a good rest last night? How many of you?" the man in the suit asked with a smile.
As soon as Wang Qing saw him, he quickly handed over the thermos bucket in his hand.
"Slept well, thank you for the thermos bucket."
The man in the suit took the thermos bucket and found that the food Wang Qing put in it last night had been eaten.
Even the inner edges were licked clean.
The man in the suit couldn't help but sneer slightly. It seemed that these foreigners, who had been starved for three days, still couldn't resist the temptation of food.
"Then please come with me. You are an important part of this festival."
The man in the suit led them and followed the villagers towards the back hill of the village.
After walking for a short time, we arrived at our destination.
An altar has been built here.
All the villagers gathered around the altar, watching eagerly, as if expecting something.
Tan Yushi noticed that there were several cages covered with black cloth placed around the altar.
Judging from the size of the cage, it doesn't look like it's used to hold small domestic animals at all. It's big enough to hold an adult.
I don't know what's in the cage.
Somehow, Tan Yushi instinctively recalled the day when he was at his third uncle's house and looked towards the yellow mud house.
At that time, he reached out to touch it, but his hand was licked by an unknown animal.
The moist and warm feeling of the tongue still seemed to linger on the back of the hand.
The crowd was lively for a while before finally slowly falling silent.
The third uncle walked up to the altar wearing a very heavy and formal dress, and the villagers began to worship and kneel on the ground one after another.
Even the man in a suit who brought Wang Qing and the others got down on all fours and knelt down.
When Wang Qing saw this scene, he was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to do.
Standing alone among so many kneeling people, he seemed to stand out.
At this time, Wang Qing noticed that there was someone in the crowd who had not knelt down.
It's Dr. Jiang.
He sat on the ground, crossed his knees, and looked at the altar with interest, as if expecting something.
Because he was sitting down, it didn't seem out of place.
Wang Qing immediately imitated him and sat down.
I thought to myself that he is indeed a doctor at the health center. He is scientific and not superstitious at all.
Moreover, the people are gentle and kind. While adhering to their own opinions, they do not look down on these superstitious villagers and fully respect their customs.
Seeing Wang Qing sit down, Tan Yushi and others also sat down.
After the third uncle said something on the stage, he knelt down.
After lighting incense and kowtowing a few more times, the third uncle stood up and said loudly toward the altar:
"Now, please invite the distinguished guests from outside to step onto the altar and receive the blessings of the Inu God."
Immediately, all the villagers turned their attention to Wang Qing and others.
The man in the suit also smiled and said: "Guests, please come to the altar."
A strong sense of crisis suddenly exploded in Fang Yajing's body.
So dangerous!
So dangerous!
You absolutely can't walk up there!
Fang Yajing bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself not to scream in this situation.
It's just that she was too scared, and her body trembled instinctively and uncontrollably.
My legs and feet are also getting weak.
"I, I am a foreigner, how can I deserve such noble treatment?"
Fang Yajing forced out a smile. Under the fear, her vocal cords were so tight that her voice even broke.
The man in the suit just smiled, that smile was hollow and stiff.
It was like it was welded to his face.
"How could it be? You can be the distinguished guests of this village, and you will inject fresh blood into this village."
Then, the man in suit's eyes fell on Fang Yajing's hands wrapped in white gauze.
"You seem to be injured." The man in the suit said with a smile, "Then you should go up and accept the blessing of the Inugami. The Inugami will heal your wounds."
Fang Yajing looked at the man in the suit's frightening and dangerous smile.
Suddenly I realized that maybe I shouldn't follow him here.
After looking around at the eagerly watching villagers,
Fang Yajing knew very clearly that even if she joined forces with Tan Yushi and the others, it would be difficult for her to escape under the siege of so many villagers.
Not to mention, these villagers are not human yet.
But why was there no rule that warned her not to participate in the festival?
etc--
Fang Yajing suddenly remembered,
I have never seen specific information about the strange rules of the "Gothead Village" on a national forum.
From the beginning, she regarded it as a newly born strange story.
Is it possible that this strange story has actually eliminated more than one wave of investigators who entered?
So, there was no investigator passing the word on at all.
From the beginning, she got the rules easily and faced few crises.
The biggest damage was that the black cat jumped on the corpse and the nails on both hands were pulled out.
This greatly lowered her defense against this strange story.
Until the last day of the festival.
This is the most deadly thing for investigators——
"OK."
A brisk voice interrupted Fang Yajing's complicated thoughts.
Wang Qing stood up and looked at the stage with an eager expression.
She didn't expect this festival to have such a part, so she had to experience it thoroughly.
Wang Qing didn't even need anyone else to say anything, and walked directly onto the altar.
"Your companions have already gone up, why don't you go up?"
The man in the suit said to Tan Yushi and others.
But while he was speaking, the originally dark eyes of the surrounding villagers began to turn red.
Obviously, if Tan Yushi and others refused, the villagers would forcibly send them up.
After taking a look at Wang Qing, Tan Yushi decided to take a gamble and led Xie Xiaoyu and Zhang Wenxiu to the altar.
Fang Yajing gritted her teeth and had no choice but to follow.
"Welcome a few guests to attend our village's festival."
When the third uncle saw Wang Qing, his expression stiffened for a moment, and then he quickly regained his composure.
"It's a pity that the village chief is out of town for business and cannot host this festival."
Suddenly there was a noise from the villagers under the altar, seemingly arguing about the village chief's inability to appear.
But it soon subsided.
Doctor Jiang, who was sitting in the crowd, couldn't help but frown slightly.
The village chief is not here at this festival?
At the same time, an indescribable bad premonition surged in his heart, as if something unexpected would happen.
Just looking at the iron cages covered with black cloth and Wang Qing standing on the altar, Dr. Jiang calmed down again.
No matter what method Wang Qing used to deceive his third uncle.
After all, as a human, she couldn't deceive the Inugami.
Soon you can see the frightened expression on this hateful woman. Although she didn't do it herself, she still felt the pleasure of revenge.
Only the third uncle, standing on the altar, was not in a calm mood.
The third uncle wanted to take out his handkerchief and wipe the sweat from his forehead.
What if the villagers knew that not only the village chief was absent, but the Inugami was also missing?
It’s just that the festival still has to follow the process.
This is--
The rules this world imposes on "Kutou Village".
The third uncle read a lengthy sacrificial speech, to the effect that the village suffered a drought that year, and the Inugami sacrificed himself to keep the whole village alive.
It was similar to what Xie Xiaoyu saw in the village chronicle.
Finally, the third uncle asked someone to pull down the black cloth covering the cages.
In an instant, the contents inside were fully revealed.
They are dogs.
A dog covered in hair lying in a cage.
They had not seen any dogs since they entered the village, but now they saw them!
The third uncle asked someone to open the cage, and then the dogs climbed out obediently.
It’s just that I don’t know if it’s the illusion of talking about the world, but the eyes of these dogs are full of a kind of human numbness.
Immediately afterwards, the third uncle looked at Tan Yushi and others and spoke:
"Please ask our distinguished guests to complete the following ceremony for us."
What was brought to Tan Yushi was a tray with a knife in it.
"Ask the guests to kill the sacrifices with a knife," said the third uncle.
it's wired.
The village is called Goutou Village.
It is dedicated to the dog god.
But, the sacrifice is also a dog?
Tan Yushi picked up the knife hesitantly.
Fang Yajing on the side was much cleaner and more decisive.
Wouldn't it be better to kill a dog as a sacrifice than to sacrifice yourself?
Before anyone could react, Fang Yajing had already held the knife with both hands and plunged it into the belly of the dog in front of her.
Warm blood suddenly surged out.
