I'm not sick! So do my other personalities!

Go to the village chief's house?

The girl immediately came back to her senses, turned around and looked around, and soon saw two women in their thirties coming out from behind a thatched house side by side.

One of the two women has a long face, and the other has a round face. They are ordinary-looking, with yellowish skin tone and a little thinning hair. The one with the long face has her hair wrapped in a torn scarf, while the one with the round face has her hair tied into a bun with a wooden hairpin and wears The patched ancient dress was stained with dust, and the person was also walking and chatting.

They look short and thin, but they are very strong. One is carrying a large pile of firewood, and the other is carrying two buckets full of water. They still walk steadily without any sign of reluctance.

Perhaps because they were chatting, they didn't notice the girl. As they were talking, they walked directly into an alley next to her, and her voice gradually faded away.

The girl didn't hesitate and immediately followed them.

Ta, tap, tap...

The sound of footsteps traveled through the alleys. Perhaps because the villagers were working in the fields during the day, there were few sounds of people along the way. At most, they were the sounds of some poultry and livestock.

Occasionally there is the movement of children who do not need to work yet, but there seem to be very few children in this village.

The girl followed the two women all the way to a thatched house with a relatively large yard. She could count the number of children's voices she heard on one hand.

The two women didn't knock on the door, just opened the ajar door and walked in.

In the yard, half of a tall persimmon tree was exposed, and the bright red persimmons on the branches were like clusters of flames, bright and eye-catching.

This time the girl did not follow the two women immediately. Instead, she stood at the door of the courtyard and reached into her pocket again, and again found nothing.

She frowned and thought seriously for a while before remembering that she was going to the village chief's house.

And this is the village chief’s home!

After thinking clearly about her purpose, the girl immediately walked into the yard.

The yard is two acres in size. Although the vegetable patch and pond surrounded by hedges take up part of the area, the remaining area is also very vast.

At this moment, in the open space near the thatched house in the yard, several adult men and women were busy packing their things.

A sacrificial table dripping with wax oil and covered with various talismans was carefully carried into the room by two adult men. Several other adults took newly made brooms and carefully swept the floor. of incense ash.

There is the unique smell of incense in the air after the sacrifice.

At this time, a stern-looking adult man with gray hair just walked out of the house. He looked to be in his forties, with a stouter build than ordinary villagers, with a straight back, wearing patched clothes, straw sandals, and holding hands. There was a handful of hemp rope that had just been twisted.

Seeing this adult man, the two women carrying water and firewood immediately greeted him: "Village Chief!"

The village chief nodded slightly and was about to say something to them. When he saw the girl walking over, he immediately smiled and said, "Bogui, why are you here? What's the matter?"

The girl immediately replied: "Let me think about it."

As she spoke, she touched her pockets a few more times, but still found nothing.

The girl frowned again and tried to remember. She only remembered that she was coming to the village chief's house. What exactly she was here to do, she couldn't remember at all!

In addition, she seemed to have brought something else with her at the beginning...

correct!

It's an old hen!

She came to the village chief's house because of the old hen!

Thinking of this, the girl immediately said: "Village chief, where is your old hen?"

"I have something to do with her!"

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In the southwest corner of the village, the door of the simple courtyard was wide open, and fresh blood dripped all the way in, and the unique smell of blood spread along the way.

The blood stains passed through the courtyard door, the courtyard, the main room, and finally entered the kitchen.

The originally clean and tidy stove was now in a mess. There were blood stains on the stove. Puffs of chicken feathers were flying here and there on the ground. There was also a faint fishy smell of incompletely cooked poultry in the air.

The straw and firewood in front of the stove mouth have disappeared, and now there are some fuels that I don't know where they got thrown around.

The water in the water tank has dropped to a shallow level, and there is still a layer of oil stains floating on the surface. The water in this tank is obviously not clean.

Step, step, step...

A sound of footsteps came from the alley. Two young couples in their twenties, the husband was carrying a rake, and the wife was carrying a vegetable basket filled with sparse wild vegetables. They seemed to have just returned from the fields after working.

As soon as they approached their own yard and smelled the bloody smell, the two of them immediately became alert and quickly looked around without any communication.

After confirming that no one was nearby, they quickly exchanged glances.

The husband took off the nail rake, changed his position, and slowly walked towards the yard as if using the nail rake as a spear. His wife followed closely behind and closed the yard door with her backhand.

Just as the courtyard door closed, the two men's walking postures changed. They didn't look like farmers working in the fields at all, but like special warriors who had undergone professional training and had rich experience in indoor fighting.

Soon, the couple checked the entire yard, including the thatched house, and found that the marks they had made when they left, and all the clues in the main house and kitchen, had been touched, and they were touched very openly, as if the visitors had not noticed at all. The signs were the same, either overt or covert, but the bedroom next to the main house showed no trace of being entered.

The husband put away the rake and placed it under the eaves. He said in a calm voice: "The traces are too obvious and there is no cover-up at all."

"It should be indigenous."

"The firewood and straw at home have all been used, and chicken blood dripped in all the way. The pots and stoves have been used, and meat has been cooked in them..."

"It must be some indigenous person who stole other people's chickens and borrowed our stove fuel and water."

"When I left, I washed my hands in the water tank."

The wife also put down the food basket, threw away a sharp stone hidden in the food basket, nodded and said, "It's easy to check the natives, but it's not necessary."

"If we really find out, on the one hand, we may expose ourselves; on the other hand, it may easily cause unnecessary disputes and variables."

"The people of the 'Ash Order' came in before us and must have taken more advantage."

"We can't show any flaws!"

The husband looked serious and asked very seriously: "These are all small things. You just dug wild vegetables and had a relatively large range of activities. Have you found any other members?"

When the wife heard this, she shook her head slightly and said, "No."

"I was worried about meeting people from the Order of Ashes, so even though I walked around, I didn't dare to talk to others."

"Where's you?"

"I am active outside the village, and you are wandering around the village. Are there any clues inside the village?"

The husband said: "The place where this village is located seems to be very remote. It's so remote that they never interact with the outside world, so they don't need a name."

"When they mention this village, they just say village."

"I have no idea what dynasty the outside world is or what jurisdiction this village belongs to."

"There are almost more than 400 people in the village now."

"There are nine surnames in total, and they have been intermarried with each other for generations."

"Life in the village has always been peaceful. The current village chief is called 'Chu Hu', and his surname is Fan. It is said that he is fair in dealing with things, and everyone respects him."

"The latest thing in the village is that his youngest son is ill and has never recovered."

"There are rumors among the villagers that the child is possessed by an evil spirit and that the medicine and stone have no effect."

"Ancient society was very superstitious."

"The same goes for China."

"Chu Hu made a special sacrifice for this son."

"That's all the news I've heard now."

The wife listened and thought, and then said: "The name is 'Chu Hu', and the surname is Fan? This is the way of address in ancient China during the pre-Qin period. Men are called surnames, and women are called surnames. This village chief is likely to come from the pre-Qin period. Chudi.”

"It is said that ordinary people in ancient China were not qualified to have surnames at first. This was the exclusive preserve of the nobles at that time. Only during the Warring States Period did 'common people' exist."

"The surname Fan may come from the skills of our ancestors, who were weaving fences or similar occupations."

"This is more in line with the economic level of this village."

"But it's strange. Some things in this village don't seem to have existed in the pre-Qin Dynasty."

"More importantly, the so-called evil may be the feudal superstition of these villagers, but it may also be a 'digital virus'!"

"We can find an excuse first and go to Chu Hu's house to investigate."

The husband nodded: "Okay!"

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The moon shines brightly, and the night becomes desolate.

Zhou Zhen carefully opened the door again. As before, he stuck his head out and looked around, holding tightly to the edge of the wooden door, ready to retreat into the house and lock the door immediately.

His eyes swept across the entire yard enclosed by the hedge, and then he carefully observed the movement outside the hedge.

After a while, Zhou Zhen confirmed that no danger was detected with the naked eye.

He took the brick and walked out the door for the third time.

Zhou Zhen did not run into the vegetable patch at the door this time, but very cautiously walked around to the side of the thatched house and to the window.

Although this thatched house is surrounded by hedges to form a courtyard, the hibiscus leaves fall off in winter, and the gaps between the hedges are large. Zhou Zhen is now a very thin child, and he can easily squeeze through the gaps in the hedges. He walked out and moved toward a thatched hut on the side of the thatched house.

Since he couldn't find anything to eat in the vegetable patch, he had no choice but to look to his neighbors.

Ta, tap, tap...

The village was particularly quiet under the moonlight, and subtle footsteps moved quietly in the night.

Zhou Zhen quickly arrived outside the thatched house next door. This thatched house was almost exactly the same as the one he lived in. It had adobe walls, a thatched roof, dilapidated door panels, small windows filled with thatch, and a courtyard made of hedges. Wall... Moreover, on this side of the pond, probably for the convenience of washing, there is no hedge, and the pond is directly used as a partition.

After looking at the whole room, Zhou Zhen walked to the wooden door without making any movement, quietly lay down on it, and looked inside.

The moonlight was very bright, like a low-wattage energy-saving lamp, illuminating the courtyard.

But now when I peeked into the house, it was as dark as ink, and I couldn't see anything.

Zhou Zhen held his breath and listened carefully, but he couldn't hear anything either.

He frowned slightly. This house was just like the house he lived in. There was no light at night. There was probably little chance of food in the house...

Thinking so, Zhou Zhen knocked on the door gently, and then said in a very low voice: "I am Bo Hong, can you open the door for me?"

After the words fell, there was still silence in the room, without any response.

Huhuhu...

The cold wind blew by, stirring up the rough clothing, and there was a crisp sound of branches being broken in the distance. Under the frosty moonlight, I felt particularly chilly and refreshing.

Seeing that this house had no intention of opening the door, Zhou Zhen continued, "I have something very important. Why don't you open the door first and let me in?"

There was still no sound in the room, as if there was no one there.

Zhou Zhen did not give up and said: "Actually, I got a lot of food here..."

I tried several times in a row, but the room was always quiet, as if it had been empty for a long time and was unpopular.

Zhou Zhen stood outside the door, his heart beating like a drum. He didn't dare to stay here any longer because he didn't know when the little boy who knocked on the door before would appear.

Therefore, when the house in front of him did not open the door and there was no response, he immediately left and went to the next house.

He got through the hedge and came to the door of the second house. This thatched house was a little bigger than the house just now. There was also a tree planted in the yard, but the leaves had fallen and it was bare. No variety.

Zhou Zhen, like before, lay on the crack of the door and looked inside.

The room was dark and nothing could be seen.

He knocked again and said the same thing.

There was still no response from the house.

Zhou Zhen didn't stay long this time and turned around to go to the third house.

Soon, Zhou Zhen knocked on all the doors of several houses around the pond, but no one opened the door for him, let alone gave him food.

The moonlight shines on the ice surface of the pond, and the white water vapor evaporates, as if it is a tangible cold air. It penetrates into the air, disperses between heaven and earth, and penetrates into the bones bit by bit.

Zhou Zhen's body became colder and colder. In order to prevent an accident, he quickly returned to his thatched house.

After closing the door, Zhou Zhen lay down on the thin quilt on the floor and wrapped himself tightly with the tattered quilt.

Even so, he couldn't feel any heat. He just felt like he was in an ice cellar without any heat.

Moreover, because he went out for a few runs, he felt extremely sleepy, and his eyelids kept fighting and would close if he wasn't careful.

Zhou Zhenqiang braced himself and thought carefully about all the details after entering the time and space tunnel...

"If what I experienced during the day were all dreams..."

"Then, if I get up in the middle of the night and see the door open and the child suddenly appearing next to my bed, it's not a dream..."

"But if the experience during the day was not a dream... I was dragged away by Shu Dou and Zhong Song in the end."

"Uncle Dou and Zhong Song obviously had big problems at that time."

"They pulled me into the fog. Why did I end up back in this thatched hut?"

As he thought about it, Zhou Zhen's eyelids began to close again. He immediately shook his head vigorously and continued to think...

"There is another possibility..."

"The daytime is reality, what I am experiencing now is a dream!"

"Vegetables from the fields turn into soil when brought to the house..."

"Knocking on the neighbors' doors one by one, no one responded..."

"These are very consistent with the logic of dreams."

"But if this is a dream now, then I'm in danger!"

"This means that in reality, I am still in a coma and am being taken to an unknown place by Shu Dou and Zhong Song..."

Thinking of this, sleepiness came over him like a flood. Zhou Zhen pinched himself hard and used the pain to force himself back to consciousness.

"If this is a dream, then I don't have to worry about hunger and cold at all. Instead, the most important thing is to find a way to wake up immediately."

"But if you get it wrong, the daytime experience is just a dream..."

While I was thinking, the cold wind howled and rushed in from the gaps.

The bedding shrank, the old straw rustled, and the temperature in the room dropped a lot.

Zhou Zhen felt as if the quilt wrapped around him was not there.

He frowned and quickly decided... to go out one last time!

Go to the village chief’s house!

This is the only place where he can find clues now!

So Zhou Zhen immediately got out of bed. This time, in order to save energy and preserve body temperature, he opened the door and walked out without bringing any more bricks.

The moonlight outside the door is like frost, and the surrounding fields are silent, just like before.

Zhou Zhen followed the route he remembered during the day, walked out of the yard surrounded by hedges, and ran quickly in one direction.

The village under the moonlight is quiet and quiet, like a picture with cold and calm colors.

Asking for a monthly ticket!