This cry is very familiar.
From the tone, it sounded like the hoarse voice of an elderly person. But it didn't sound weak at all, it was just a cry from the top of one's throat. The sad howling could be clearly heard from everywhere, as if the person was heartbroken. It was a very moving voice.
But apart from the grief, I also felt that the crying sound was a bit strange... It seemed like it was just howling loudly, sobbing and twitching, but I couldn't hear much sadness in it.
It's a bit like those people who are hired to cry at funerals. They get paid and cry hard.
In fact, the players heard the same cry that night.
Of course, I got the news the next day—
That was because Mr. Li’s daughter passed away.
Amidst the strange howling, the other players lost their appetite and piled up the dishes in front of them. Yuan Yuxue lowered her head calmly and drank the porridge in front of her bit by bit, as if she didn't hear the unusually piercing howling. She sat upright and finished the porridge before rolling up her sleeves and putting away the dishes.
The dishes and chopsticks made a rather crisp collision sound against the tabletop.
And when he looked up again while holding their suits, he revealed a rather cold expression.
"We really have to hold another festival, right?" His tone was mocking and he seemed to be angry. Even his eyes were mean. "Let's go and see who died again."
…
Old Li's house and the fat man's villa are indeed close to each other. It only takes a few steps to reach Old Li's house.
The white banners and white couplets on the door curtain of his house have not been removed yet, and with the addition of a new death, the atmosphere seems even more gloomy and depressing. Many villagers have gathered at the door of Lao Li's house, and the neighbors who come and go all have sighing expressions on their faces.
There were also some distant relatives who came to support Lao Li and said some consoling words. Lao Li cried loudly and looked much more depressed, as if he had consumed too much energy. He could only lean on others and sob a few times, and was supported by others to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
The players who came over looked at it and raised their eyebrows slightly.
After what happened that night, they no longer had any sympathy for Lao Li. They just wanted to kill this obviously threatening NPC.
Yuan Yuxue followed at the end, his eyelashes slightly drawn back, looking a bit lazy as if he hadn't had a good rest. It was not until he reached the door of Old Li's house that he slightly raised his eyes and took another look.
Yuan Yuxue certainly has a good memory.
To be more precise, he has a photographic memory.
Of course, I also found that many of the villagers who were comforting Lao Li, speaking soothing words and showing concern in their eyes were the villagers who appeared last night. However, at that time, they behaved more like exquisitely carved puppets that came to life, speaking little and their movements seemed to be very stagnant.
His demeanor at this time, on the contrary, showed a lot of "humanity", and there was nothing strange about him. If it weren't for the similarity in appearance, it would be hard to even associate him with the mourners holding white lanterns last night.
Of course, at this time, "normal" is the biggest weirdness.