What is this?!
The face of the talking person was pale, his eyes were cloudy, his lips were blue, and when he opened his mouth he smelled the stench of a rotting corpse.
Tangning's skin exploded in an instant, and her heart tightened with fear. Another question came from her: "Why aren't you crying?"
This time, the cold voice came from above. Every word sent shivers through Tang Ning's skin. His entire body was trembling slightly. He didn't dare to lift his head, fearing that he would see an empty neck without a head. He also didn't dare to look straight ahead, his eyes darted wildly for fear of seeing someone on the same level as him.
"Why aren't you crying?"
Tang Ning saw pairs of feet walking towards him. The villagers of Jijia Village asked questions as they walked. The layers of questioning voices from above and below were like surging waves, as if the entire space was hung with skulls.
Tangning collapsed on the mat, with only one thought in his mind -
Where is Ji Lianyun? Where is Ji Lianyun!
Tang Ning turned around in panic, heading towards Ji Lianyun's direction, and hugged Ji Lianyun's thighs with his weak hands. Only by leaning on Ji Lianyun could he avoid collapse.
"Why aren't you crying?"
The questioning voice came very close to his ear. The voice was extremely familiar. Tang Ning was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction of the voice.
He picked up the one that belonged to Ji Lianyun in his hand.
The pale skull, the torn cross section, the eyes staring at him deeply revealed a strange color.
“Ahhhh!!!”
The shrill screams echoed throughout the mourning hall. All the cries and inquiries stopped at that moment. The black and white mourning hall was decorated with wreaths with Chinese characters, and the faces covered with tears were
Everyone was puzzled by Tang Ning.
The people in Jijia Village were not holding people, but dead geese. The dead bodies became sacrifices. Ji Lianyun didn't hold the goose in his hands, but it was still hanging on his neck. His pale face showed a concerned look. He opened his pale lips and uttered gentle and pale words: "Xiaoning, what's wrong with you?"
Tang Ning pushed Ji Lianyun's hand away violently, and collapsed on the mat, gasping for breath. In his dazed state, everyone was wondering about him. Everything seemed normal, but he himself seemed the strangest at this moment.
"Why don't you cry?"
The man from Jijia Village asked the question again. He walked towards Tang Ning carrying the offering. Tang Ning shook his head desperately and wanted to step back, but there was a coffin behind him!
With his back pressed against the hard coffin, Tang Ning had no way to retreat. A strange smile appeared on the face of the villager from Jijia Village. The smile was sinister and smug, as if mocking Tang Ning for not being able to do anything about it even if he knew everything.
A figure stepped forward and stood between Tang Ning and the villager, preventing the other party from getting any closer. Ji Lianyun and the villager looked at each other. The villager who had been approaching Tang Ning stopped in his tracks, but his voice could still be heard unobstructed. Tang Ning spoke to that person word by word, "If you don't cry in the funeral hall, you will suffer retribution."
That faint sound seemed to be a sign, and all the players felt nervous.
The indignant voices of the villagers of Tangjia Village rang out in the dead silence of the mourning hall.
"How unfilial! His grandfather treated him so well, yet he was still yelling in the funeral hall!"
"She just left and she married someone from another village. She might as well stay in another village. How dare you come here?!"
"That's right! You guys"
"Boom! Boom!" The sound of the funeral drum outside interrupted the whispers.
A middle-aged man walked in like the other mourners who came and went. However, the players who came to see the middle-aged man opened their eyes wide, as if they had witnessed something incredible. They were terrified and stepped over the threshold with their feet tied with hemp ropes and stepped on the surface of the mourning hall.
Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang is here to pay his respects, too!
Tang Ning turned quickly and bit the tip of his tongue hard. The pain made him burst into tears instantly. Waves of crying broke out in the mourning hall, and all the players cried as loudly as they could.
Why did Uncle Wang come? Isn’t Uncle Wang very afraid of Ji Lianyun
As Tang Ning was thinking this, a pair of feet tied with blood-stained hemp ropes appeared in his field of vision.
Among so many people, Uncle Wang's first target of attack this time was him.
Whether it was the ghost wall I encountered when I went to Jijia Village, or the night walk yesterday, or today’s condolences…
Is it possible that the person Uncle Wang wanted to kill the most was him all along? !
Fear strangled Tang Ning's throat, making it impossible for him to cry out loudly. He could only let out intermittent sobs from his lips. His slender body seemed to be sobbing and stammering. He forgot the horrible scene of Ji Lianyun's head being held in his hands. He grabbed Ji Lianyun's pants tightly, and his face with tears on it pressed against Ji Lianyun's legs.
—Ji Lianyun.
—Ji Lianyun.
—Ji Lianyun!!!
The eternal lamp on the mourning hall swayed slightly. Tang Ning knelt in the midst of the snow-white wreaths. His tearful eyes were filled with helplessness to the extreme, and his tears seemed to drown out the firelight reflected in his eyes.
A hand with bitten fingertips appeared in Tang Ning's field of vision. It was Ji Lianyun's hand. A faint smell of blood emanated from it, and the blood beads that oozed out were like gorgeous agate, reaching towards Tang Ning's eyes.
Tang Ning subconsciously closed his eyes, and the drop of blood mixed with the tears on his eyelashes fell, leaving a beautiful mark on his snow-white face.
He heard footsteps and Uncle Wang, who had been standing next to him, seemed to have left.
No.
It only left Tang Ning's side, but did not leave the entire mourning hall.
The sound of dragging footsteps hovered throughout the mourning hall like a ghost, as if a dark cloud was covering the hall, and the miserable cries of the crowd were the continuous rain.
After a while, Uncle Wang's voice came from the mourning hall where only crying could be heard: "You are not sincere."
Tang Ning's neck tensed up instantly. Even though he wasn't being targeted, the strong sense of danger made Tang Ning's body want to run away. He went to Uncle Wang and said, "The other people's eyes are crying."
"You're crying with only one eye."
As if Tang Ning realized it, he turned around suddenly, passing through a crowd of figures, and in the dark crowd he saw a figure being slowly being hung up by a hemp rope.
The toes had already left the surface and were struggling desperately in the air, but such a great force only made the body's swinging arc increase.
Blood continued to ooze out of the left eye that was wrapped in gauze. The thick blood soaked through the gauze, flowed down the cheek, and washed over the flushed face.
Ji Ke’s hands tightly grasped his neck, his intact right eye widened to the extreme, his eyeball was full of bloodshot, and there was a strong sense of fear and unwillingness in it!
Tang Ning, who witnessed this scene, also widened his eyes. In full view of everyone, Ji Ke was hung on the hemp rope!
No player tried to save Ji Ke. They all knelt cautiously, looking between Ji Ke and Uncle Wang vigilantly with tearful eyes. There was no sadness in their eyes, and they were so cold that they didn't look like they were crying.
The tears fell on the dusty mourning hall like drizzling rain. Ji Ke's hands pinched his neck harder and harder, and blood flowed from his eyes like a line of bloody tears.
Tangning turned stiffly and looked towards Ji Lianyun beside her. A weak voice came out from her throat, "You, save, save, him."
Ji Lianyun looked a little haggard, as if bleeding Tang Ning's face had already consumed too much of his energy. He stretched out his bloody hand and gently touched Tang Ning's tearful eyes.
Because he was so weak, he seemed especially gentle. His cool hands gently covered Tangning's eyes, "I'm sorry, I can only protect you."
It turns out that the real Ji Lianyun is not like the ghost groom last night, who could scare Uncle Wang away with just a look.
Ji Lianyun's hands were very broad, covering most of Tang Ning's face. Tears mixed with blood slid down from the lower half of her face and gathered on her snow-white jaw, drop by drop, falling like pearls from a broken string.
Tang Ning seemed to hear the intermittent "ho ho" sounds coming from Ji Ke's throat, like a cassette radio. Those vague memories flashed one by one at this moment.
They are all jumping pictures.
In order to break through the dilemma, he put his hand on Ji Ke's shoulder, and every time Ji Ke took a step, he would follow.
He was attacked by the paper bride and fainted in the woods. When he woke up, Ji Ke was holding him and walking through the dark and eerie forest.
He walked out from the sedan chair after lifting the curtain. Without knowing anything, he caught a glimpse of surprise in Ji Ke's eyes. Ji Ke covered him with a red veil, held his hand, and stepped over the burning brazier.
He wore Ji Ke's old clothes and held a mirror. He took a step and called out to Ji Ke's soul. The last one he called was the soul hiding behind the tree and peeping at him taking a bath.
He knew that Ji Ke probably liked him a little.
That little bit of love was not much, not enough to make Ji Ke risk his life to save him. When he encountered the ghost child while picking pearls, Ji Ke was only concerned about saving himself.
But this is a very normal thing. They had never met before and had only been together for three short days in the game. He shouldn't have such strong feelings of reluctance to part with Ji Ke.
He shouldn't have felt any resentment in his heart that Ji Lianyun couldn't be as powerful as the ghost groom when Ji Lianyun covered his eyes.
The faint cry for help coming from the throat suddenly stopped.
Tang Ning seemed to hold his breath as well.
With trembling hands, Tang Ning pushed away Ji Lianyun's hands that were covering his eyes. He looked towards Ji Ke who was hanging on the rope, and saw that the last bit of light in his intact eyes had disappeared.
Why does he think there should be light in Ji Ke’s eyes
A pair of eyes belonging to Ji Ke flashed in his mind. All those complicated memories finally converged on the happiest moment in this game. The young man named Ji Ke gave him a thumbs up and praised him loudly: "You newcomer—"
"sure!"
It turned out to be myself in Ji Ke’s eyes when I first met him, shining brightly.
Tangning covered his mouth. He finally understood why it was so difficult for him.
He felt bad that this time he didn't have the courage to reach out and tie Uncle Wang's legs like he did before and be the good Tang Ning.