Thanks to Zhang Lan, many people knew that Zhang Yalin offered the patriarch's phalanx.
But apart from Aunt Zhang herself, no one would take this as a joke in front of Zhang Yalin. After all, Zhang Yalin's personality is not lively to the outside world. After you make fun of him, he may look at you with a dead face.
It is rare to directly ask "Have grudges or no grudges" like Wen Shi did.
Zhang Lan was already laughing beside him. Zhang Yalin was caught off guard, and after a while, he said: "My sister likes to exaggerate when she speaks. She says it's a finger, but it's actually a phalanx. As we all know, the temperaments of those ancestors were completely different from ordinary people. Except for one, they didn't even keep graves. Old things. There are only a handful of relics, and it is a blessing to find one. Although the phalanx sounds a bit weird, think about it, does it mean the same thing as the antiques treasured in ordinary people's homes?"
When I smelled it, I thought about it several times, but I didn't think it was a meaning.
Zhang Yalin was obviously a little embarrassed. Although the surface still maintains self-restraint and etiquette, but the speed of speech is getting faster and faster, and the face is still red: "Besides, I didn't wax and paint the bones of the ancestors to add a base, and put them out as a show off. I carry it in a box and offer incense every day. This is like offering incense sticks. It shows respect and sincerity. Did you make offerings to any ancestors?"
It's good that he didn't mention it. When he mentioned it, he remembered the dusty portrait with green face and fangs in the living room.
When Xie Wen first came to Shen's house, he admired the portrait for a while and asked who painted it.
I can't think about it carefully, the more I want to smell it, the more paralyzed my face becomes. The people on the sofa beside him still turned to look at him, not knowing whether they were waiting for his answer or watching him laugh.
When I smelled it, I felt more and more that I was sitting in a "good place".
Maybe it was because his expression was too cold, Zhang Yalin didn't feel the resonance, he waved his hand in a broken jar and said, "Forget it, it's not a big deal, it's just a small talk, let's expose it."
If it wasn't for his upbringing, he would point to Wen Shi and say "I don't understand you".
As a result, before smelling it, he said, "It's said that relics are hard to find. How can you be sure that your phalanx is real?"
This is a very euphemistic reminder to Wen Shi. After all, it doesn't seem very smart to hold a fake product every day to incense. Zhang Ya, the proud son of Lintian, probably couldn't stand such a blow.
Who knew that Zhang Yalin couldn't stand this "euphemistic" reminder.
He smiled softly when he sniffed, and walked away.
Zhang Yalin asked Lu Wenjuan a question, then went upstairs. Zhang Lan was lying on the back of the sofa and shouted at his brother's back: "Remember to put Xiao Hei down when you go up, and let him tell you something."
Zhang Yalin didn't turn her head back, if her back could write, it should say "Go away".
Zhang Lan turned around and said to Wen Shi and Xie Wen, "I'm angry. Don't look at others who seem to be very stable and mature, but they're actually a cheapskate."
She seemed to be familiar by nature, and a few jokes covered up the embarrassment of "following" before, as if she was originally from Tianjin with Wen Shi and Xie Wen.
But now is not the time to count this.
Lu Wenjuan went to the kitchen to work for a while, brought a few bowls of tea and soup, and said, "This is soothing, drink it, you can sleep well at night after drinking it."
When he smelled it, he remembered that last night, before she went downstairs, she also said, "It's better to sleep through the night until dawn." Thinking of the inner demon in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt that although Lu Wenjuan looked weird in a ghost, maybe he didn't want to. to harm them.
He thought so, and put the tea soup he had brought back on the coffee table.
Xie Wen glanced at him. He didn't want to say more when he smelled it. After a while of silence, he still whispered, "I'll try."
Sure enough, Lu Wenjuan came over in a hurry, staring at the tea soup for a moment, then turned to Smell Shi: "It tastes good, don't you drink it?"
"I don't want to drink." Wen Shi said.
Lu Wenjuan looked at him without blinking.
She had too many black pupils, and when she bent her eyes and smiled, she could hardly see the whites of her eyes, just two thick black slits. The timid ones were frightened and obedient when she looked at them, but they didn't respond when they heard it.
"It tastes really good. My sencha is very good. Would you like to try it?" Lu Wenjuan insisted, "It's a pity not to drink it."
She paused for a moment, then added faintly, "It's really a pity."
This tone was very similar to the words on the TV, Xia Qiao shivered beside him and licked the goosebumps on his body. For fear that his brother would become a headless girl on TV if he skipped a cup of soup.
As a result, he was unmoved when he heard it: "Whatever."
After he finished speaking lazily, he got up and left. As a result, Lu Wenjuan squeezed him, frowned, and said doubtfully, "Didn't you watch TV?"
When he heard it, he looked up at her.
"You've seen it." Lu Wenjuan said firmly, she lowered her voice again, "Think about it again, do you really not want to take a sip?"
She seems to be threatening the news in disguise: the consequences have been released on TV, don't you want to be so miserable
Who knew that a voice interjected slowly and horizontally: "Do you want us to see something on TV so much?"
Lu Wenjuan turned her head and saw that Xie Wen was holding the bowl with his long fingers, and the steaming white tea soup cooled down in his palm, and no trace of heat escaped.
"That's really strange." Xie asked.
Only then did Lu Wenjuan look away from the tea cup: "What's so strange?"
"Look." He talked to the people in the cage as if they were chatting, "We ate all the dumplings, and nothing happened. We also drank the soup, and nothing happened. I really want to scare people, It's so boring."
"Why is it interesting?" Lu Wenjuan stared at him.
"Don't mention a word, whatever we eat or not, you can watch from the side. When you fall asleep, the people who have eaten go out of the door well, and the people who haven't eaten have a head out of the room, which is really impressive. ." Xie asked.
Lu Wenjuan: "..."
Not to mention Lu Wenjuan, everyone else looked at him like hell.
Wen Shi was silent for a moment, and without looking sideways, stepped on Xie Wen's shoes.
Xie Wen seemed to smile a little during the pause, but he didn't let go. He continued: "It seems that you don't want us to have an accident if you want us to watch TV so much."
Lu Wenjuan clasped her hands tightly and said nothing.
After a long time she took a long breath and said, "You guys are really weird."
"How?" Xie asked.
"When people came, I would always tell them directly that it was not safe at night and it was easy to get into trouble. I added something to the soup, and after drinking it, I could sleep until dawn without waking up. The result? No one believed me." Lu Wenjuan He stopped for a while, not knowing whether he was helpless or sneered.
"Everyone who comes here by accident is afraid of me and guards against me." Lu Wenjuan pointed to her eyes, "I'll laugh angrily, they all think I'm thinking about something bad and want to open my mouth to eat people. ."
"For a while, I got a little pissed off, and I chose to eat claws in the kitchen when they peeked at me." She lowered her voice a bit nasty and said, "It's like a human hand."
When smelling: "… "
"They were scared to death immediately, they were very obedient." Lu Wenjuan said, "So then I simply refused to persuade them. I let them watch it by themselves, watch TV, and then I will scare them, make sure not to ask anything, give anything What to eat, so that I don't have to worry about being treated as a bad person."
"I'm obviously very kind." She put her hands on her hips and looked out of the window for a while, before complaining a moment later: "Isn't it just because I'm already dead..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.
Wen Shi has been in many cages, and there are very few people who can soberly know that he is dead and can speak out calmly.
"You know?" Zhang Lan asked tentatively.
"Of course I know. How come I don't know the river I entered, the cramps and the water I eat? I know very well." Lu Wenjuan said, "I stayed at home for a long time, now-this house, I watched my parents order it. This set of sofas, TVs, and the decorations in the house were also made by me watching them ask someone to tie them."
"When they were burning, I squatted beside me and watched." Lu Wenjuan turned her head and looked out the window with wide eyes, blinking several times quickly.
They bought too many things, as if they were afraid that she would have nowhere to stay, and they wanted to build an identical home for her.
Those things are really tiring to burn. The smoke is particularly choking, and the choking makes the eyes of the two old people turn red, and they are wet no matter how you wipe them.
She wanted to wipe them off, but couldn't. I want to hug them, but I dare not touch them. After walking around them for a long time, I could only crouch down by the fire and whimper and cry.
As long as they burned, she squatted beside her.
For a moment, she almost forgot that she was dead. It seemed that I was back when I was very young. My parents were sitting on the wooden bench at the door to work. She had two braids in the sky, wearing an old-fashioned singlet and shorts, and squatted quietly by the side to watch.
At that time, she thought, if anyone could help her, let her talk to her parents again, even if she wiped away her tears and said "take care of yourself"...
"Then how did you come here?" Wen Shi asked.
Maybe it was the moment of regret that was too deep...
Lu Wenjuan thought for a while and said, "I don't remember very well, but I remember my parents burned those things, and the branches knocked on the side of the pot a few times. They stood up with each other, and I also stood up, and then my head was dizzy. When you open your eyes again, you will be in this village."
"Isn't this the mountain you live in?" Wen Shi asked.
Lu Wenjuan was stunned for a while, before realizing that what he said was actually a grave mountain, but the word "grave" was hidden. So she suddenly felt a long-lost kindness from this living person, which is something that is rare after the separation of Yin and Yang.
"No, our village is not big, and there is only one mountain." Lu Wenjuan slumped her shoulders, and the ghostly anger that was forcibly wrapped around her body was relieved a lot, just like a kind and beautiful ordinary person, "There are more or less people buried on it. I know, whose parents, or grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents. But I don't know the people in this village."
do not know
He frowned when he smelled it.
"They don't seem to have known each other from the beginning. Some of them are from different places, as if they were drawn over. You don't hear their accents from the local area." Lu Wenjuan said.
Xie asked: "Then you said that there have always been some customs here—"
Lu Wenjuan explained: "It is true, but I was also taught. I don't know what the specific situation is, probably only the village chief knows the most."
"The dumplings last night were given by the village chief, right? What does that mean?" Xia Qiao still had lingering fears about what happened last night and couldn't help asking.
Lu Wenjuan hesitated for a moment and said, "In order to pick people."
Wen Shi: "Who to pick?"
Lu Wenjuan: "Sacrifice to the Mountain God."
The crowd was full of question marks.
Wen Shi and Xie Wen were okay. After all, they had heard a lot of similar things, but Zhou Xu and Xia Qiao felt a bit inconsistent. After all, in modern society, who are people of their age who believe in mountain gods.
But then they thought, no one in modern society knows that judges are not.
Lu Wenjuan's knowledge is limited, so she can only briefly tell them.
According to her, the village was not like this at first.
Although all the people here are dead, except for her, most of the villagers do not know that they are no longer alive. The word "death" is an unwritten taboo here, and no one will mention it.
A long time ago, before she came here, life here was very peaceful, living and resting at sunrise, self-sufficient, accompanied by cocks and dogs barking, like a paradise hidden in a corner. The only thing that matters is cleanliness.
The people who live here should be clean, and the people who accidentally enter by mistake should also be clean. Because uncleanness will cause disaster.
Later, from an unknown date, the village suddenly changed-
When the people in the village opened their eyes, they found that the land they lived in had grown larger, and there were some new houses on the edge, and people they had never seen lived in it.
It seems that overnight, some residents have moved in silently.
Later, every day they opened their eyes, they would almost find this kind of thing. After going on for a while, there was a saying that this village, which is backed by the mountains, is alive and will grow up.
That's when Lu Wenjuan came here. On the third day she came here, she encountered a heavy rain.
The village chief said that such rain had never rained here before, and occasionally, it was as thin as an ox's hair and not wet on clothes, but it often snowed in winter, as big as the snow in the mountains, and it could accumulate very thickly in one night. They like to play.
In such a rare heavy rain, things crawled out of the ground, crawling all over the village. It was what they called Hui Gu when they heard it.
Hui Gu was born in filth, grew up in filth, feeds on spirits and spirits, and grabs villagers everywhere as soon as she climbs out. Grab one, knock on the Tianling cover, and eat and wipe clean like you are sucking soup.
During that rain, many houses in the village were empty.
"But those people didn't disappear. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I heard the voices of those people." Lu Wenjuan pointed to her feet and said, "It's just underground, as if they were just transformed."
Many people in the village have heard those voices, so when Huigu crawled out, they always felt that there were villagers who disappeared. Some even said that some of them had the faces of villagers.
The village chief said that this is the land that is unhappy.
Since the village is alive and growing, it will naturally be angry and hungry. And this village is next to the mountain, and these sayings are transplanted to the head of the mountain god.
Since the mountain god is hungry, he has to feed it some things regularly, so as not to let those things go out and arrest people.
Lu Wenjuan: "The village chief felt that everyone lived here peacefully, and the mountain gods never made trouble. Then it suddenly changed, and it must have been disturbed by outsiders. So if you want to feed the mountain gods, you can't choose from the villagers. Find one from outsiders."
Having said that, it is clear that the dumplings that Lao Wu sent are for the guests to eat, so the lucky head in the dumplings is obviously to pick the person who feeds the mountain god.
"Fortunately, none of us ate it yesterday." Xia Qiao sighed.
But I heard Lu Wenjuan say: "If you can't eat them, I picked them when I picked up the dumplings. If you eat them, it's my problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xu, who was holding the basin, raised his head.
He vomited for a long time, and now his face was pale, and at first glance, he seemed to have no vitality at all. He raised his hand silently and said, "I ate the dumplings you mentioned yesterday at the village chief's house. Are the lottery heads wrapped in copper coins?"
Everyone looked at him.
Zhou Xu's hands were shaking: "I fuck... I ate three."
Lu Wenjuan: "... three in total each time."
Zhou Xu: "What about after eating?"
Lu Wenjuan was silent for a moment and said, "It means that you have a relationship with the mountain god, wash up and prepare to go up the mountain at night."
"… "
There is the fate of Nima.
Zhou Xu cursed in his heart. He didn't know what kind of idiot the mountain god was, he was cold anyway.