During the busy farming season, the weather is a little cool in the morning. There are many villagers who get up early to work in the fields, facing the loess and backs to the sky, so busy that they don’t even have time to drink a sip of water.
However, a strange scene occurred in the west. A group of villagers did not go to the fields. Instead, they threw their farm tools aside and sat neatly on the edge of the field. Men, women, young and old, pulled their hair.
They are all braiding their hair!
Even one of the skinny old men was pulling the few white hairs on his head with trembling skinny hands, and braiding them into small pigtails bit by bit.
No one was talking to each other. They were all concentrating on braiding their hair, just mumbling to themselves:
"I got up early, braided my hair, and waited for A-Lang. A-Lang didn't come back... A-Lang didn't come back..."
In the village, Xiangdong was sitting on a manhole cover drinking porridge. After taking a big sip, his expression suddenly froze.
There is an ant in the porridge.
Xiangdong picked it up with chopsticks. Its six thin legs were wet and shiny. One of them kicked in the air, and the two tentacles in front were also moving slightly.
alive.
Damn it! Xiangdong threw the ant away and slammed the bowl in his hand to the ground.
The loud "bang" startled the depressed teammates around them. They all stood up and sat down again in a daze when they saw that the bowl was cracked and nothing else.
Bai Tang placed his slender fingers on the rim of the bowl. He wanted to go to Xiangdong, but the other party gave him a hot and irritated look, which immediately made him give up.
Xiangdong is in a terrible mood right now. If there wasn't that bad apple in the team, he might have left long ago and was lying at home drinking beer, enjoying the air conditioning and being comfortable.
Why is it called a rat's shit? Because that guy got the hint for this task.
But he didn't say it.
My mother approved, but he didn’t say anything!
I don't know if that bastard's brain and butt were in the wrong place. He treated the task prompt as a personal prop and concealed it secretly. It was not until the next day when he woke up and saw that more than a dozen people in the team had died that he revealed it with snot and trembling.
This time the mission prompt contains no metaphors, it simply and roughly describes the taboo of death.
But that bastard died that afternoon, along with several other teammates.
They knew what the taboo was, but they still died.
Because the taboos in the task prompts are—
Don't touch your head when it's dark.
Yes, that’s it. Don’t touch your head after dark. You can’t touch your hair after dark.
If you touch the head at night, you may die on the spot, or you may die after dawn, or you may die at noon or in the afternoon. It depends on the mood of the evil spirit. Anyway, the moment you touch the head, you are cursed.
The more common a taboo is, the more terrifying it is.
Touching the head is outrageous, insane and inhumane. Everyone panics when it gets dark. They are always on guard, afraid of touching their heads subconsciously, and they dare not sleep. Who knows if they will touch their hair when they fall asleep? The possibility is too great.
Although they didn't have to worry about taboos during the day, they couldn't rest because they didn't know if they had touched their heads the night before or if they had been cursed. They were afraid that they would die without warning, so they were too panicked and couldn't sleep at all.
So the group of people who are still alive haven't slept much for three days and three nights, their eyes are bloodshot, and their mental state is getting closer and closer to the critical point.
Xiangdong had no mental trauma and did not need incense. He was considered to have strong mental strength, but he was still a little overwhelmed this time. The dead taskers were not eaten with holes all over their bodies, nor did they have sores and pus or twisted limbs. They just had their hair braided into pigtails, and the signs of death were all like pigtails.
Originally Xiangdong thought he had a buzz cut, so this task would be beneficial for him.
Unexpectedly, the rules soon gave him a slap in the face, making him see stars, and made him realize how naive he was.
There was a brother who had the same hairstyle as him. When he died, he pulled out a large chunk of his hair. He pulled it so hard that the roots of his hair were loosely stuck to the flesh of his scalp. The short strands of hair were forcibly tangled together into a braid shape.
Xiangdong's thoughts came back after taking a puff of cigarette. He scratched his scalp a few times. In this horrible weather, everyone had been outside looking for clues all day, and their scalps were all smelly, itchy and bad. If they didn't wash it, they couldn't spend the night. If they did, they had to wash it before dark.
Don't dare touch it after dark.
The task is difficult.
Xiangdong thought of that bastard and he was so angry that he cursed again. If the other party had shared the tip on the day they came in, so many people wouldn't have died in the team.
In this kind of mission context, with more people, clues can be collected faster.
It's bleak now and the situation is very passive.
Xiangdong blew a puff of smoke into the sky. If Lao Chen was here, what would he do? He would probably do communication work and encourage the negative teammates, like a kindergarten teacher, patient and never tired of it.
Tsk, Xiangdong smacked his lips. He would never do that. There are many kinds of people in the world. Lao Chen’s principles in life are awesome.
I don’t know how Lao Chen is doing now. Xiangdong was grinding his cigarette butt with his teeth. He must have gone out. No, he went back home. Xiangdong slapped himself. Even his choice of words was wrong.
Lao Chen went home, what about him, what about them? It felt like an eternity, fuck, Xiangdong smoked with his legs crossed, his legs shaking carelessly.
Bai Tang finished his porridge and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He wasn't sure whether he was Xiangdong's teammate before the reset. He had never dreamed about him, no matter what.
This is the first time he has worked with Xiangdong after the reset.
The people he was familiar with, such as Chen Yang, Chao Jian, Wen Qing, Feng Li, and the painter, were not here. The only acquaintance he had was Xiang Dong.
Bai Tang couldn't help but label him and Xiangdong as dependent on each other.
I dare not stick it too tight, for fear that it will take a long time to tear it off. The longer it takes, the more painful it will be.
There was a shadow in front of his eyes. Bai Tang first smelled the familiar bitter smell of tobacco, and then the familiar slippers and sturdy calves with several scars. His sight slowly moved upwards. There was a clear light in his peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red.
Xiangdong looked down at Bai Tang and said, "Professor Bai, what are you thinking about?"
Bai Tang looked at him intently without saying anything.
Xiangdong squatted down, pinched his smooth face vigorously, and dragged him towards him: "This is a fucking mission, people are dying like leeks, and you are still thinking about your love life?"
"How can that be more important than life?" Xiangdong unconsciously put himself in his father's shoes, feeling very disappointed with his father. "I really don't understand you, Professor Bai from the history department of a prestigious university. Is your IQ worth it? Being alive is the foundation of everything. Do you need a rough guy like me who didn't even graduate from high school to tell you this?"
Bai Tang's drooped eyelashes were wetted by a circle of warm liquid, and the tip of his nose also turned red.
Xiangdong: “…”
He shook his hand off, stood up, and strode outside.
The teammates around him cast vague glances at him. Bai Tang hung his head, looking a little embarrassed.
"Come out, why are you still sitting there? Do you want me to lift you up in a sedan chair carried by eight people?" Xiangdong's impatient roar came from the door.
A flash of fire suddenly appeared in Bai Tang's eyes.
After Bai Tang chased Xiangdong out, a sarcastic voice came out from the courtyard, "A dog who licks all the time ends up with nothing."
Jiang Jiang, who was discussing the mission with Qi Bei, twitched his ears. He didn't like the beauty he admired being talked about, and laughed: "That's none of your business!"
The sarcastic man was a boy. He sneered, "I just can't stand licking dogs. Does it have anything to do with you?"
Jiang Jiang's fist hardened, Qi Bei stopped him and said in a voice that everyone could hear: "Only idiots would talk nonsense during a mission, we don't want to be idiots."
"No!" Jiang Jiang straightened his chest and raised his head.
Qi Bei whispered in his ear: "That idiot fell in love with Professor Bai, and Professor Bai didn't treat him well."
"Oh~ so that's it~" Jiang Jiang gave the boy a disdainful look.
The boy is like a fighting rooster, so funny.
There were a few other people in the yard, but no one participated in this little episode. Jiang Jiang bit a piece of hawthorn, his eyes rolling, his peripheral vision drifting past two women and a man not far away.
It was a love triangle. The protagonist and the mistress were desk mates. When they were fighting, they entered the mission world. The three of them reached an agreement to live in peace temporarily and talk about anything after they got out. In fact, they were waiting for an opportunity.
The two girls wanted something to happen to each other. The boy was annoyed by them, and he was afraid of ghosts, so he was not in a good mental state and hoped that they would both die here.
"Love," Jiang Jiang bit off a small piece of hawthorn branch and patted the crumbs on his hands, "Beibei, let's go out too."
Qi Bei stood up and put on a large backpack with supplies for two people.
Jiang Jiang said he wanted to try standing at the entrance of the village and singing folk songs.
Qi Bei disagreed.
"Let's give it a try." Jiang Jiang said, "Alang, maybe it's a love song. Singing it can attract evil spirits."
"Even if the evil spirit doesn't come out, the villagers might notice something unusual after hearing it."
Qi Bei still disagreed, firmly disagreeing: "Don't seek death."
"We have to try, otherwise how can we find clues?" Jiang Jiang sighed, "I want to sleep so badly, I can't hold on any longer."
Qi Bei pulled Jiang Jiang's eyelids: "You have to hold on even if you can't."
Seeing him pout, Qi Bei sneered: "Who said in the Sanlian Bridge mission that he had learned his lesson and would listen to me in the future? It turned out to be bullshit!"
"I thought you knew I was lying and wouldn't believe a word I said." Jiang Jiang said weakly, then took out a hawthorn stick and stuffed it into Qi Bei's mouth.
The two looked at Xiangdong and Baitang's backs. They were exploring the village from another direction. After completing the mission at Sanlian Bridge, their condition returned to their usual level and they continued walking.
"Beibei, do you think there will be loopholes in the taboos of this mission for us to exploit?"
"Yes."
"What is the loophole?"
"Loopholes are like brain teasers. You know I'm not very good at them."
"Hey, it seems like there's no one good at it in the team."
"Then it depends on luck."
"… "
On the other side, Xiangdong opened his cigarette, yawned loudly, and then put the cigarette back into his mouth. He relied on this thing to stay awake.
"Xiangdong, is the speed of time different in the real world and here?" Bai Tang walked beside Xiangdong. "For us, Chen Yang and Chao Jian have only been gone for more than three months, but they have been gone for three or four years?"
"How would I know?" Xiangdong held a cigarette in his mouth with his hands in the pockets of his casual pants. The "ta-la-ta-la" footsteps sounded lazy. He always wore slippers when he went on a mission in the summer, without exception. Fortunately, the slippers were of good quality and wear-resistant.
Bai Tang was a little absent-minded, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
"Stop thinking about unnecessary things during the mission." Xiangdong couldn't do it himself, but he still had the audacity to teach Professor Bai a lesson.
"Can you think after you go out?" Bai Tang turned his head to look at Dong, his tone somewhat resentful, "You haven't replied to my messages much recently." He has completed two tasks this year, and this is the third one. The frequency is obviously much faster than last year. This seems to be some kind of omen. He didn't dare to think too much about it, for fear that he would become distracted and make a big mistake.
Walking east, I looked at the village along the way: "Busy."
"Are you regretting it again and don't want to be friends with me anymore?" Bai Tang bit her lip lightly.
"I said I was busy, don't you understand Chinese?" Xiang Dong was so angry that he really wanted to knock open Bai Tang's head to see what was inside.
Bai Tang didn't believe it. This person had told many lies.
Xiangdong guessed Bai Tang's thoughts from his eyes and said unhappily, "Old Chen has already told me about the reset. Do you still dare to believe the memory from ten years ago?"
Bai Tang's face turned pale and he looked at Xiangdong blankly.
Xiangdong frowned and patted his thin back with his big hand: "Alright, the distant memories may have been modified after being reset, but the future ones are definitely true, so look forward. Take the year from last summer to this summer as an example. My credibility in your heart is not low, not to the point of being so."
"Then what are you busy with?" Bai Tang suppressed the sadness that was surging in his heart.
"I have a plan to open a car dealership after the new year, and I've been working on that recently." Xiangdong kicked away the half brick in front of his feet while cursing, and walked out like a village bully.
Bai Tang blinked: "Car dealership?" He calmed down, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"If you could send me fewer pretentious and annoying texts, you'd be doing me a big favor." Xiangdong said without hesitation.
There was no sound behind him. Xiangdong realized belatedly that he had said something he shouldn't have said. He cursed softly and turned around. As expected, he was met with a pair of red rabbit eyes. Professor Bai was still frowning stubbornly to prevent himself from crying.
With a knife hanging over his head, Xiangdong really didn't have the heart to coax Bai Tang at this time. He stared with his eyes wide open, and there seemed to be a few more bloodshot lines in his eyes, making him look both fierce and creepy.
Bai Tang is not a child. He is only vulnerable and emotional in front of Xiangdong, but he did not make a fuss. He quickly cleaned up his world and did not let it collapse again.
Bai Tang looked at the morning light in the sky and suddenly said, "Xiangdong, if you can get out this time, come with me to Mr. Che's painting exhibition."
"Art exhibition?" Xiang Dong cursed, "Damn, why didn't he tell me?" The next moment Xiang Dong's attention shifted to something else, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm in the painting on the exhibition." Bai Tang rubbed the red spot on his neck with the tip of his index finger. He was white, so a mosquito bite would be very obvious, and the red and white color matched, which was a bit lustful.
Xiangdong narrowed his eyes in an ambiguous way, and said with a fake smile: "Professor Bai, when did you two become so close? How many times have you been his model? Twice? Three times? Or, are you always available when he calls?"
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Bai Tang felt that Xiang Dong was a bit weird. He said blankly, "Xiang Dong, are you..." Bai Tang paused and said in a low voice, "Are you jealous?"
"Why are you jealous? I never eat that stuff because I'm afraid of the sourness!" Xiangdong stepped on the cow poop.
Bai Tang took Xiangdong to a house where the oldest lady in the village lived.
Xiangdong didn't want to come because he didn't like the crowds of old people.
Bai Tang dragged him into the house. "I feel the old lady can provide us with key clues. She has lived to such an old age, and she has seen all kinds of monsters and ghosts. She knows clearly who is good and who is bad in the village, who has gods in their hearts, and who has ghosts in their hearts."
Xiangdong did not hold out any hope: "People are confused, how can they be clear? You have been wiping her face and hands by her bedside these days, and you are almost carrying the feces and urine pot. Did she say a word to you? I don't think you know what old age means. Old age means that your hearing, vision, memory, and everything else have all declined. It's like entering the underworld, unable to hear or care about the sounds of the living world."
Bai Tang doesn't think so. Human potential is infinite: "Life is great, we should respect and love it."
Xiangdong didn't comment. He was a gangster who only knew how to defend himself and take the initiative. He didn't know what it meant to respect life, let alone how much love it meant. Xiangdong only cared about his brothers and friends. His love was small and had nothing to do with universal love.
This is his world.
Bai Tang stood at the door and knocked, and only went in after hearing the response.
There was a foul smell in the room. The old lady was lying on the bed. She had no teeth and her mouth was sunken. She could not take care of herself. Her son had run away long ago, and she relied on her daughter-in-law to take care of her.
The daughter-in-law became a daughter.
"Mr. Bai, you're here." The old lady's daughter-in-law was feeding her porridge, and half of it flowed out after every spoonful.
Bai Tang asked the old lady how she was feeling.
"Same old." The daughter-in-law said, "Mr. Bai, I have to go to the fields later. Can you help me look after my mother?"
"Okay," Bai Tang said.
"Thank you, thank you!" The middle-aged woman with a rough and weathered face thanked repeatedly.
Bai Tang waited until she was done with her work, then went to the bed and asked the old lady, just like he did yesterday, if she knew who A Lang was.
The village chief and the villagers all said that there was no one named "Alang" in the village, and no one with the surname A.
The old lady's reaction was no different from yesterday.
"Get up early, braid my hair, wait for Alang, Alang didn't come back... Alang didn't come back..." Bai Tang said softly, over and over again.
The atmosphere in the room gradually became weird.
After a while, the old lady opened her dry mouth in a smile. Xiangdong saw Bai Tang put his ear close to her mouth, so he reached out and grabbed him.
"Lotus... flower..." the old lady called out indistinctly.
"Lotus?" Bai Tang heard clearly that there was a lotus pond in the village. Where was A Lang? Just as he excitedly looked at Xiangdong, the old lady spoke again.
"Old man, pick some lotus flowers for me..."
The second half of the sentence was much more concise than the first, as if that was her obsession.
But the old lady's husband had died long ago.
Bai Tang stood up and looked at Xiang Dong: "I'll go pick a lotus flower for her, you stay here and watch over her."
"Why pick lotus flowers?" Xiangdong reluctantly threw away the cigarette butt, rubbed his shoes, and walked out of the house. He came back and asked Baitang to go with him.
Bai Tang said: "What about the old lady?"
"Okay, stop talking nonsense to me. The lotus pond is not far from here. Let's hurry up and we'll be back soon. Nothing will happen to her for a while." Xiangdong pulled him and left.
Soon, Bai Tang stood by the pond, pulling Xiangdong with one hand and watching him reach for the lotus with the other hand.
"Be careful." Bai Tang had just finished speaking when Xiangdong fell in.
Xiangdong reacted quickly. He let go of Baitang before he fell and did not drag him into the pond.
But…
"thump"
Bai Tang also fell in.
Xiangdong was confused: "What the hell are you doing?"
"I saw you fell, so I wanted to go downstairs to find you." Bai Tang was also confused.
They looked at each other, both covered in mud.
The place where Xiangdong was standing was a little deeper than Baitang's. The mud was up to his calves, so he hurried up.
Bai Tang picked a lotus flower at Xiangdong's urging. They found a cleaner pond and jumped in. It was a hot summer, so it didn't matter if their clothes got wet, they could just wash off the mud.
Xiangdong planned to wash his hair at the same time. He went into the water and rubbed his head a few times. When he came out, water droplets flowed down along his handsome features, and the lines of his jaw angle were clear and sexy.
Bai Tang turned his head away, his breathing a little disordered. He knew it was inappropriate, but his heartbeat still began to get out of control.
Bai Tang picked at his nails on the hand that was submerged in the water. He silently recited a short passage from a favorite literature of his, trying to calm himself down.
Xiangdong picked up the hem of his T-shirt and held it in his mouth. His clearly textured abdominal muscles were exposed to the water and sunlight. He unzipped his trousers and let the water in to wash off the mud inside.
Bai Tang, who was standing next to him, stopped rubbing clothes and subconsciously leaned forward.
"Snap"
Xiangdong loosened his trouser waist and jokingly asked, "You want to go in too?"
Bai Tang said in shame and anger: "No."
"Still quibbling." Xiangdong's expression suddenly became a little unnatural. He whistled and said, "Professor Bai, you are almost 30 years old, why are you still so pink?"
Bai Tang looked down along Xiangdong's line of sight, and then he noticed that his white shirt was sticking to his body...
She has a very bad figure and she is really a fan of fans.
Bai Tang realized what he was thinking, he turned around quickly, his ears red.
There was a loud sound of water behind them. Xiangdong wiped his face and went ashore. Bai Tang was still in a daze in the water.
Xiangdong picked up the cigarette box and lighter on the ground and said, "Water ghost, have you seen the little white rabbit in the water? I advise you not to eat it."
Bai Tang was stunned. Was Xiangdong concerned about him? His fair cheeks turned red. Who knew that the next moment, he heard the other party laughing, "Because it's a horny rabbit, it's juicy!"
Bai Tang: “…” Feeling embarrassed and angry, he picked up a river clam and threw it towards Xiangdong.
"Something happened." Xiangdong's expression suddenly changed, "Come up quickly!"
Bai Tang didn't care about the mud that hadn't been washed off, and hurriedly went ashore. He didn't even put on his shoes, just holding them casually in his hands. He slightly opened his red lips and panted, his white feet stepping on the cracked ground: "What's wrong?"
"Let's go first." Xiangdong glanced at Bai Tang's slender body that was looming. He paused, took off his wet T-shirt, put it on the other person roughly, and then followed the hurried footsteps to the village chief's house.
"Village Chief, this is incredible!"
"There are six people from the Liu family in the field, plus the hired helpers, a total of more than a dozen people are all braiding hair!"
"What? A dozen people? Oh my god! This... this... this is going to be a disaster!"
When Xiangdong and Baitang arrived at the village chief's house, they heard this conversation. Before they could do anything, the village chief staggered out, followed by a frightened villager.
"Mr. Xiang, Mr. Bai..." The village chief just said hello and ran away. He was not as polite and considerate as he was yesterday.
Xiangdong glanced at Qi Bei and others who came over after hearing the noise, and everyone followed the village chief without any prior arrangement.
When everyone arrived at the field, they saw a row of people sitting quietly on the ridge at the far end of the field. They had different body shapes and clothes, but they had similar braids on their heads.
Although those people were facing away from each other, the villagers were still able to recognize them.
"Liu Gui, Liu Fu, Zhao Laosan, Wu Cuilan..."
The howling became louder with each recitation.
Seeing these once familiar people encountering strange things, all the villagers who came were filled with grief and panic. They didn't know whether they would be the next unlucky ones.
"Who is that?" Xiangdong stared at one place.
Everyone looked in the direction he was staring at, and they couldn't help but hold their breath.
At the very edge of the row of people sitting on the ridge of the field, there was a woman sitting with her back to the task. She was wearing rustic clothes and was obviously not a tasker.
The village chief said he didn't know the woman, and the other villagers also looked confused.
"Could it be a foreigner?"
Everyone was shocked and suspicious and wanted to go forward to see what was going on.
In the morning light, the woman suddenly turned around slowly.
"She... she's not dead?" Jiang Jiang exclaimed, and soon he realized something was wrong, a chill rushed up his spine.
The woman was turning only her upper body!
The waist and legs of her lower body were still sitting with her back facing forward motionless!
The distance was quite far, and the light was against us, so we couldn't see the woman's face clearly. We could only vaguely make out a hanging pigtail.
Everyone stopped in fear, not daring to move forward. Just when everyone was at a loss, the woman disappeared.
Disappeared out of thin air!
The villagers were so frightened that they could not speak, but the taskers could make sounds. However, they did not analyze it at this time because the screams in the team were too harsh.
Xiangdong strode up to the dozen people and found that they had indeed stopped breathing.
"Dead!" Xiangdong shouted at the top of his voice.
"ah-"
"There's a ghost, there's a ghost!"
When the villagers came to their senses, some fainted on the spot, some cried madly, and the scene was in chaos. The village chief was pulled to sit on the ground with lifeless eyes.
Xiangdong smacked his lips. The curse would cover the villagers and the taskers. He notified the village chief as soon as he knew the task prompt yesterday.
Unfortunately, the villagers did not receive this message, and the evil spirit did not allow it.
The team heading eastwards towards the large-scale chaos, in fact, even if they know the conditions of death, still cannot be 100% immune.
Otherwise, after the task prompt comes out, a group of taskers will not be reduced.
Braid your hair.
When a braid is finished, life is over.
Short hair means quick death.
Xiangdong took advantage of his height and put his arms on Baitang's shoulders, using him as a table.
"That female ghost must be the evil ghost." Jiang Jiang said, "It's strange that the villagers don't recognize her."
Xiangdong mobilized his brain cells: "She is an old woman."
"Old man? He doesn't look very old." Jiang Jiang looked suspicious.
Xiangdong's face darkened: "The old man I'm talking about is someone from many years ago, not a new face. The younger villagers don't know him."
Jiang Jiang was like he was in a debate with him, and he said, "There was an older person there just now, how come you said you didn't know him? I observed and it didn't seem like you were pretending."
Xiangdong was about to get angry, but Qibei pulled Jiangjiang to his side and said, "Distance plus fear."
Bai Tang wiped the water drops from his forehead and said, "I still have to ask the older generation in the village. I am on the right track."
Jiang Jiang looked at Bai Tang's loose T-shirt, then glanced at Xiang Dong who was shirtless, his abdominal muscles were really perfect.
Qi Bei wanted to call Jiang Jiang away, but suddenly a panicked scream rang in his ears.
It was the boy who said Bai Tang was a dog-licker. He grabbed his hair and looked extremely upset: "I think I'm cursed."
A girl in the team felt the same way. Her face turned pale and her hands clenched together. "There are no signs of being cursed. How did you find out?"
"I feel like I'm going to die!" the boy's face twisted and he yelled. "I feel like I'm going to die soon!"
There was silence in the team.
"I touched my hair last night, I touched my hair, I definitely touched it..." The boy staggered away with tears streaming down his face.
"Some people have a sense of death before it comes." Jiang Jiang sighed, "I didn't, so I suffered less."
Qi Bei carried him away.
The village chief also helped the frightened villagers back to the village.
Soon, only Xiangdong and Professor Bai at his desk were left on the ridge of the field. He was still in the same posture, as if he was in a trance.
Bai Tang did not move either. He pursed his lips, a layer of frost appeared between his cold brows, and his eyes were hazy. If it were in the real world, if his sixth sense was accurate, it might help him escape. But in the mission world... it's hard to say.
"What could the loophole be?" Bai Tang murmured. He shuddered. "Let's go to the old lady's house quickly. She's alone. What if she falls?"
As soon as the table moved, Xiangdong's arms lost their support and he was thinking about something and almost fell down.
"Don't you know how to say hello?" Xiangdong was rude and unreasonable.
Bai Tang walked quickly and ignored him.
Xiangdong poked the figure in front of him with his eyes, damn, he's still wearing my clothes!
Old Li was a very strong man. He walked into a yard carrying two large sacks on his shoulders. "Sister-in-law, these are the two bags of soybeans I borrowed from you last year. Where do you think I should put them?"
Mrs. Zhang's voice came from the room, with a sobbing tone: "It's Lao Li, you can put the beans in the yard."
"OK!"
Old Li shook his body and placed the two heavy sacks steadily on the ground, looking effortless.
"These two sacks are very heavy. It's so hot. Sit down and rest for a while." Mrs. Zhang came out with red eyes, looking very bad, and said politely.
"No, I still have work to do at home. By the way, where is your old Zhang?"
"He went to the fields. I guess he should be back by now."
"Well, I'll be leaving first. When your old man Zhang comes back, tell him that the village chief asked everyone to go to his house at noon to discuss the funeral arrangements for Brother Liu and the others. Don't forget."
Mrs. Zhang wiped her tears and said, "What a sin this is!"
"Hey, I heard someone saw a ghost. It was a woman with pigtails. She was right next to Brother Liu and the others. I can't remember who she was. She didn't look like someone from our village. Anyway, let's just live one day at a time." Old Li turned around and took a few steps when a man carrying farm tools entered the yard. It was Old Zhang who had returned.
"Old Zhang, you're back? I was just talking about you. I've returned the two bags of beans to your family!" Old Li shouted.
Upon hearing this, Lao Zhang looked at the two bags of beans and nodded. He put down the farm tools on his shoulders and then stared at Lao Li's face.
"I... Is there something on my face?" Lao Li felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him and subconsciously touched his face.
But Lao Zhang did not answer him, as if his face had great attraction and he needed to stare at it intently.
"Mr. Zhang, what are you looking at?" Mrs. Zhang asked anxiously.
Lao Zhang ignored his wife and continued to stare at Lao Li.
"Lao Zhang, what are you looking at? You..." Lao Li felt uneasy and stepped back. However, just when he was about to ask something else,
Lao Zhang looked at Lao Li, whose body had been still. Suddenly, it shook. He slowly raised his arms and grabbed his hair, pulling it randomly.
At first, Lao Li thought that Lao Zhang was just scratching his head, but after a while, he realized something was wrong. Lao Zhang was actually braiding his hair, and it was a pigtail…
This strange and bizarre phenomenon is exactly the same as that of other people who died in the village!
Mrs. Zhang collapsed on the ground and forgot to cry.
Old Li was also terrified. He had never seen with his own eyes anyone dying from pigtailing their hair, he had only heard about it from others. This was the first time he witnessed the whole process.
A sturdy country man, tall and strong with a sturdy build and tanned skin, was conscientiously braiding his own hair.
The scene is creepy.
Since Lao Zhang's hair was very short, he pulled out a lot of it himself.
"Stop making it up! Please stop making it up! Please!" Mrs. Zhang cried and yelled, she grabbed Lao Zhang's arms, trying to stop him. But Lao Zhang was very strong, he looked at Lao Li blankly, but his hands did not stop pulling his hair.
Lao Zhang looked at Lao Li for a while, shook his head, and hummed a little tune: "Get up early, braid your hair, wait for A Lang, A Lang didn't come back... A Lang didn't come back..."
"Alang hasn't come back yet... Alang hasn't come back yet..."
Soon, two short and messy braids were braided. Such braids on the head of a country man looked absurd and ridiculous.
But Lao Li couldn't laugh at all. An inexplicable feeling of fear took over his whole body and mind, because when Lao Zhang stared at him, it seemed that he and that A Lang... were a little bit similar
Old Li didn’t know, and he didn’t dare to think about it.
“Alang hasn’t come back… Why hasn’t Alang come back yet…” Lao Zhang murmured as he put down his arms, turned his head and looked around, as if he was looking for something.
He looked left and right, and his neck suddenly stopped moving. With a crisp click, his head turned violently like a wheel, and then his whole body stopped moving.
"Lao Zhang—"
Mrs. Zhang cried out at the top of her lungs and then fainted.
Xiangdong didn't know how many people had died in the village one after another, and there were not many left. He was at the old lady's house and saw Baitang put the lotus next to her pillow.
The old lady's daughter-in-law went to the fields.
Logically speaking, after a group of people died on the ridge of the field, she would not have the courage to do farm work and would have run home in a panic.
But she hasn't come back yet.
If you click the cap of the lighter twice toward the east, there is a high probability that the daughter-in-law will be in danger.
Bai Tang also thought of that. He looked at the old man who was trembling and stroking the lotus, and said nothing.
"Are you leaving or not?" Xiangdong was very resistant to the atmosphere in the room. He was used to death and bloodshed, but he didn't like seeing dying old people.
Bai Tang stood beside the bed: "Wait and see."
"Okay, you wait here." Xiangdong walked out without looking back. He didn't really leave, but just smoked in the yard.
There was no sound in the house.
Professor Bai didn't chase him out. This was not like his style.
Xiangdong took a puff of his cigarette, and at that moment, a cold wind blew from somewhere, and goose bumps appeared on his naked upper body.
"Fuck, what the hell..." Xiangdong's cursing stopped abruptly. A guess popped up in his mind. At the same time, he turned his neck back and looked at the open door.
"Professor Bai?"
No response.
"Sugar water???"
Still no.
The cigarette in Xiangdong's mouth fell and was crushed by his foot. He rushed in in a messy figure.
Bai Tang had her back to the door, her hands running through her black hair, braiding it.
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"Tangshui'er!" Xiangdong's eyes were bloodshot and he rushed forward with a roar.