After Xiao Li said those words, he naturally turned around and continued towards the village chief's house.
Zhu Yiting and the others stayed where they were. They were now faced with a life-related decision: should they take a huge risk and follow Xiao Li, or would they like to find a villager's house to sleep first for the night
Yongchun pointed at Xiao Li's back and asked his teammates, "What should we do? Will we follow?"
Zhu Yiting looked at his face and then at Xiao Li who was far away: "What do you think?"
From a rational and emotional level, Zhu Yiting likes the latter choice. After all, who would want to go to a dead person's house to gather souls at night? ! Not to mention this kind of behavior in the real horror world, even in horror movies, Zhu Yiting will feel that this person will die in the next second! Even if this matter is put on Sherlock, it is—
When Zhu Yiting thought of this, he suddenly stopped, because he couldn't imagine that Sherlock was killed by the gathered ghosts...
But do people who are crazy to die without dying really exist? No way
Fan Ren tugged at his arm: "Whether to follow or not depends on the speed, and everyone is gone."
As soon as he said these words, Zhu Yiting suddenly turned his head to look at Xiao Li's back, only to see that the other party had disappeared from their sight.
"Is he really not afraid of walking so fast?" Yongchun muttered.
The three of them were still hesitating over there. Tao Fei on the side had already made a decision. She trotted in the direction of Xiao Li with her fists clenched. Is that villager resurrected from the dead, waiting anxiously for the ghosts to attack for the remaining days, might as well follow Sherlock to the death!
"She really went." Yongchun said to the two bad friends, "It's not as good as us... We can't be as brave as her, right? Eh? Pig, pig, what's your face?"
Zhu Yiting covered his lower abdomen, tightened his legs, forcibly suppressed his urge to urinate, and stood up straight: "It's okay, since it's decided, let's follow."
The trio also followed the route of the village chief's house.
The moonlight on the horizon became darker, the slaughter had started quietly in Soul Gathering Village, and many villagers had fallen into the world of death. It seemed that the dark clouds that had been hovering over the Soul Gathering Village for a long time also sensed the breath of ghosts, and a light rain started to fall.
Raindrops fell from the dark night and fell on Xiao Li's head, wetting his soft black hair.
Xiao Li raised his head, a drop of rain just fell on his face, he wiped the rain with the back of his hand.
I don't know how long the rain will last. It's very uncomfortable to feel the wet clothes sticking to my body. He needs an umbrella now - Xiao Li pondered for a moment, he still remembered that he had drawn a beautiful purple umbrella after qualifying for a lottery. , and was later included in the Little Yellow Book. The function of this umbrella is to avoid ghost attacks. Xiao Li has not used it yet, so he has not cared about it.
Xiao Li took out the small yellow book, wrote the words "Eternal Soul Umbrella", and the simple purple umbrella appeared in his hand.
Xiao Li opened the umbrella to block the raindrops and continued to walk towards the village head's house.
After a while, there were hurried footsteps behind him, and the trio of Tao Fei and Zhu Yiting caught up with them panting.
The black-haired boy turned around with a purple umbrella in his hand, and happened to meet the four who were chasing after him.
Zhu Yiting, who was soaked by the drizzle until his body was wet:? ?
Yongchun shook off the wet hair in front of his forehead with his hand: "Sherlock, where did you get this umbrella?"
Xiao Li glanced at them hesitantly, and it seemed that he was struggling with whether or not to support them with the umbrella, but looking at the size of the umbrella, he just thought about it: "The lottery."
Zhu Yiting was shocked. He originally thought it was from this village, but he didn't expect it to be an item from a lottery!
He still remembered that he once met a man who ranked 98 on the reincarnation leaderboard in a world. He had three powerful items in his hand, and that person was the rank obtained through these three powerful items.
In this dungeon world, props are the only hope for those who don’t know how to fight ghosts. I didn’t expect this person in front of me to have a prop that seems to be of high quality…
Zhu Yiting didn't know what the specific effect of this umbrella was, but looking at Sherlock's indifferent face, it seemed that the prop umbrella in his hand was really just a tool to cover the rain.
Yongchun looked at the umbrella with curious eyes, and wanted to ask a few more questions, but the village chief's house was already close at hand, so he could only watch Xiao Li put away the umbrella.
In the middle of the night, the door of the village chief's house was wide open, and two rows of messy footprints were left on the soil in the yard, apparently left by the people in the house when they fled in a panic.
Xiao Li pushed open the door. Having sneaked in last time, he took out his mobile phone lightly, took out the box from under the bed, and put it on the table.
Zhu Yiting had raised his flashlight quite consciously. He wanted to illuminate the other party, but before he opened it, he saw the other party's mobile phone floating in the air, and pointed the flashlight on the back of the mobile phone at the box.
Confused Zhu Yiting:
Yongchun: ?
Are they dreaming today? Why do you keep seeing such a once-in-a-lifetime event? A flying phone
In fact, it wasn't just him, even Xiao Li himself glanced at his mobile phone in surprise. Zhou Ying, who was living on the mobile phone, shook the phone up and down and greeted him.
"This is...?" Zhu Yiting asked, pointing at the phone.
This time Xiao Li didn't answer, Zhou Ying's existence was a bit complicated to explain, so the young man put a finger on his lips and let them understand.
This time Zhu Yiting and the others didn't make a fuss - because their hearts were already numb and they would not be hurt again!
Xiao Li took out the scarecrows and the booklet, and according to the soul gathering ceremony recorded in the booklet, he first untied the scarecrows that had already been tied up, and then used the other straws in the box to tie a new, abstract one. The ugly scarecrow, and then he dipped a little rouge on the scarecrow's mouth.
Zhu Yiting stretched out his head to watch his movements. The young man looked at the pile of straw that could hardly be seen as human, and accumulated a lot of doubts in his heart - is this really a scarecrow? It's too ugly, isn't it true that the Li Guiquan who was gathered here knows that he won't cry
Xiao Li put the scarecrow on the table, lit the oil lamp, and read the formula: "The hour has come, the soul will return..."
According to the regulations, the soul gathering ceremony should continue to use rouge to write down the names and birthdates of the gathered souls, but Xiao Li didn't have one, so what he did was just a simplified soul gathering ceremony, with no specific objects. In other words, it all depends on luck.
He had just finished reciting this phrase, a gust of wind whistled past, the flames on the oil lamps were looming, and the scarecrow on the table should have a grimace in the position of the face.
This was supposed to be a terrifying picture, but because Xiao Li didn't pass the test on scarecrow skills, it made the scarecrow look a bit ridiculous—but Xiao Li thought it was okay, and the soul gathering booklet didn't say that it must be a humanoid scarecrow.
The grimace roared with its mouth open at first, but soon a gleam of clarity flashed in its eyes, and it asked vaguely, "This is..."
Xiao Ouhuang Li said briefly: "This is the village chief's house. A lot of unknown things have happened in your village recently. Maybe it's a ghost, do you know any clues?"
Grimace said slowly: "I... I remembered, why can't I move? I'm dead?"
It tried to move its body, but a pile of straw fell on the scarecrow that was not tight at first - Xiao Li "tsk": "Don't move, this Soul Gathering Technique won't last long."
Grimace didn't react until he heard the "Soul Gathering Technique", it maintained the status quo and said slowly: "It turns out that I am a soul now, I am dead... I know, it must be her! Although we are sorry for her, she How can you take revenge on us like this?!"
"Who is she? What happened at that time?" Xiao Li asked.
A look of pain appeared on the face of the ghost face. It was just an ordinary human being. The soul strength was not high, and the time it could last was short: "She... we... shouldn't have done this..."
After this sentence was said, the grimace disappeared, the scarecrow was spread out on the table, and the original shapeless limbs were even more scattered.
Tao Fei had been watching the grimace from the side. After it disappeared, she looked at Xiao Li's face and speculated: "Did he kill a person in Soul Gathering Village before, so he has turned into a wronged ghost and returned to take revenge? It's a pity that Soul Gathering Village Time is too short for us to know more…”
Xiao Li removed the scarecrow on the table, took some straw, made a new scarecrow more quickly but messily, and performed the soul gathering ceremony again in the same way as the first time: "If it doesn't work once, do it again. ."
Tao Fei: ? ?
In her mind, she had never thought that this kind of operation could still be performed-isn't it a huge risk to hold such a similar spiritual ceremony? Can you do it again? !
The soul condensed this second time is obviously stronger than the previous one. It shuttled from the door, and condensed into a white shadow with only the upper body in mid-air. The expression was fierce, and it directly blew out the oil lamp!
In the exclamations of the trio, the ghost fell backwards and attached itself to the scarecrow on the table with an unwilling face.
It tried to struggle, screaming and roaring continuously all over its body, and the shaking table trembled.
The few people on the side had to cover their ears, and subconsciously fled around in panic to stay away from this ghost.
Xiao Li frowned, and impatiently folded the scarecrow's arm: "Be quiet."
Before he finished speaking, the ghost showed a little bit of sluggishness. Then it seemed to be offended. It opened its mouth and was about to scream. Xiao Li took out a pen, broke the scarecrow's right arm and left leg, and cut it. firmly nailed to the table.
Ghost: "..."
The rest of the reincarnators: "..."
-Why do they suddenly feel that this ghost is a vulnerable group
Xiao Li faintly felt that now he should either laugh wickedly, or threaten with a big laugh, but neither of these fit his character, so he just drew back his pen and asked indifferently, "You are from Soul Gathering Village. ?"
The ghost possessed on the scarecrow nodded with difficulty.
"Did you kill someone in your village before?" Xiao Li lit the oil lamp again, "Tell me in detail."
The ghost was silent for a while, and then said: "Yes, since I am dead, there is nothing to say. Although our Soul Gathering Village has been gathering souls for people outside the village, helping them communicate between Yin and Yang, and gathering the souls of the dead to replace them The family members asked them questions, but they have always been self-disciplined and have never done anything against their ancestors."
As soon as Xiao Li heard this beginning, he felt that this ghost would tell a very long story. He got up and opened the cupboard of the village chief's house, brought out a bowl of fried peanuts from it, and put it into his mouth: "Why did you stop? ?keep going."
The grimace on the scarecrow closed his eyes, and Tao Fei, who was beside him, felt humiliation and despair from that grimace for some reason—the grimace could bend and stretch, it adjusted his mood, and then said, "In the beginning, we only discovered that when we gathered souls, Those souls will automatically dissipate and cannot be solidified. Later, things became more and more serious, and it became very difficult to gather souls. Even the souls of those who just died were very thin, and we realized that there must be something wrong within the village. "
"We and the village chief have been investigating, and finally found her - she is a descendant of an outsider and someone in our village, hating the customs of the Soul Gathering Village, painted the exorcism circle in the ancestral hall of our village, and raised it. A black cat. The black cat is psychic and is a first-class spirit of exorcism. She uses these two things to drive away the spirits in the village and cut off our source of income. After we found it, we went to her house to find it. She, but she didn't give in, and finally committed suicide to curse us all, saying she would come back."
Xiao Li handed the bowl of peanuts to Tao Fei, lowered his head and looked at the scarecrow: "That's it?"
Grimace nodded: "Why are I lying to you like this?"
"The story is good," Xiao Li mentioned the pile of straws, "but I don't believe you."
He took apart the scarecrow with his fingers, approached the oil lamp, lit it, watched the pale grimace struggling in the flames, and finally revealed his true identity: "How dare you do this to me—"
It didn't even say a word, and it was burned to ashes by Xiao Li with increased efforts.
Zhu Yiting hesitated for a while: "Why don't you believe him? What he said should... "
Xiao Li interrupted him: "Half-truth, the highest level of lies, he lied in the details."
The black-haired boy took out the last bit of straw, tied a small and exquisite scarecrow, folded a straw into four sections, and made the hands and feet of the scarecrow respectively, and then he recited the Soul Gathering Charm again, only this time, Xiao Li added a description to the last sentence: "Those who are unwilling to leave, those who have a memory."
This time, qualified souls came very slowly.
Xiao Li patiently waited for it to condense little by little. It was a soul that was about to be broken, and its arrival did not cause even a little bit of wind.
It condensed on the straw and opened its eyes: "Here... who am I...?"
The voice was as soft as babbling, Xiao Li let out a soft voice: "Do you remember the past?"
"I... No..." The grimace was confused at first, unable to listen to Xiao Li's words, it dissipated little by little, and at the end it shouted back and forth, "Save it, you save it - please, please. It's still very small—"
Before the grimace completely dissipated, a cat meow rang out from outside the house: "Meow."
A small black cat with a pure black body was sitting outside the window, looking at them. Those round cat eyes were like a pair of gems, reflecting light in the dark night.
At the moment when the cat meow sounded, the grimace was dispelled.
The little black cat's hair fell upside down, it bared its teeth towards the reincarnators in the room, and jumped out lightly.
Xiao Li rushed out the door almost immediately. He grabbed the umbrella at the door and chased the little black cat in the rain.
At the same time that Xiao Li held the Soul Gathering Ceremony in Soul Gathering Village, somewhere unknown.
A man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were very special, and it seemed that there were countless light spots that transcended the dimension of reality.
He looked down, and at his feet was a lake.
The man didn't know what he saw. He moved a little, but stopped for some reason, and he sat back again.
He made exceptions and appeared where he shouldn't, more than once.
So now, he can only continue to endure and continue to look at the person he loves from a distance.