MTL - Top Horror Novelist-Chapter 186 (1)

—They used to think that being invited away from the battlefield was an affirmation and reward for their victory.

The players who were respectfully invited into the core operation room of the Yunhai Train by the train conductor, although they didn't know each other's situation, were like prisoners in a difficult situation, but the acuity they had trained in the game field for a long time still slowed them down. Slowly discovered something was wrong.

This doesn't feel like a victory.

It was like being put in prison.

Someone tried to make a request to the train conductor: "I want to enter the copy."

He pointed to Chi Yiyin on the screen and said, "I'm going to this place where Chi Yiyin is."

The train conductor was still smiling, but he looked like a robot that had been programmed in advance, seemingly respectful, but without any extra emotion, and rejected him mercilessly.

No matter what the player said, the train conductor was unmoved, and finally angered the player, let him leave, and wanted to go to the instance by himself.

He was stopped by a train attendant.

A row of riders, like spears gleaming with cold luster, blocked his way. They are expressionless, and each one looks exactly the same, like a robot on an assembly line.

No matter how the players yell or attack, they are unconscious.

But as long as the player wants to take a step away, they will all shoot together, their arms are like mechanical pliers, firmly grasping the player, no matter how much he struggles and resists, he cannot break free.

After the excitement of being able to formulate rules and master power at the beginning, the players' minds dazzled by the victory gradually calmed down, but their hearts were almost too cold to beat.

"Those rules, in the end... are they for the people in the game field, or are they for me?"

The player asked with a trembling voice.

No one answered him.

But silence is already the best answer.

Boundless despair and rage spread up.

Players are in so much pain that they don't know what to do. Unexpectedly, he himself caused all this! Put the upper sling around his own neck.

Regret overwhelmed him.

But at the last moment, he suddenly remembered something, and he grabbed the conductor's sleeve and asked, "Where are the others! Those, those who didn't return to the box! Are they the same as me?"

The train conductor smiled and gave the answer: "How can they be like you?"

He turned slightly and looked at the screen.

Under the dark sky, a few people outside the deserted village were running hurriedly in the torrential rain. From time to time, they raised their heads in horror and looked back, as if there were ferocious beasts chasing after them.

Even if he staggered and fell into the slippery muddy ground, he quickly got up with all fours and continued to run forward.

When those people raised their heads... it wasn't the few players who didn't return to the box, who was it?

The scholar's glasses were all broken, and they hung crookedly on the bridge of his nose, which looked a little funny, and he completely lost the calmness he had on the train.

And the few players around him are also very different from their previous personalities.

The only thing in common is that they are still companions and support each other.

—It’s like, the game field gives these players who choose to trust, extra rewards.

But the player felt chills all over his body, remorse, screwed up everything, tied himself in a cocoon... All kinds of pain made him unable to bear it anymore.

He bent down slowly, as if overwhelmed by too much pressure.

"Ahhh—!"

He clasped his head in his painful hands, and his roar was like the last cry of an animal before it died.

The conductors surrounded him and looked down at him condescendingly, their eyes were cold, as if they were looking at a dead object.

…

The assistant was talking about leaving at dawn, while trembling, trying to hypnotize himself. After tossing like this for half a night, he managed to hypnotize himself and fell asleep with his clothes on.

But Chi Yiyin could not sleep with his eyes open.

Not because of fear, but because of vigilance.

He always felt that there was a voice in his head reminding him, don't sleep, don't sleep! Even when you sleep, keep one eye open.

His eyes were unfocused on the paper piercing man, but his thoughts had already flown somewhere, almost instinctively observing and listening to the surrounding environment.

The rain was still falling, and there was a crackling sound outside the window. But other than that, there isn't a single ounce of vocals.

Whether it's the fifth aunt or that stupid young man.

It's just that in the dark, there seems to be something surging, and the rustling sound is like a living thing crawling.

…or just water dripping from the eaves.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees swayed, the wind howled, and they whimpered like ghosts. The branches knocked on the window from time to time, making a "bang bang!" sound, as if someone was knocking on the door and trying to break in.

Although the assistant managed to fall asleep, she was also trembling with fear from such ambient sounds in her sleep, curling herself up in a ball under the quilt, twitching from time to time, and sleeping a little restlessly.

The bed in the side room is not big, and the quilts brought by the fifth aunt are not many, so the two of them can keep each other warm if they squeeze together.

It stands to reason that the professor of folklore takes his assistants out all year round to collect folk songs, so he should be very used to this situation. But the assistant's survival skills are about zero, and the professor also dislikes having other people around him.

For example, now, Chi Yiyin really wants to throw the assistant out.

Although Chi Yiyin restrained this impulse, he frowned and listened for a while, then sat up and looked around the room in the dark.

... He always felt that there was something watching him in the dark.

He rolled over and got out of bed, walked lightly to the window and looked out.

The lights in the main house had been extinguished, and the light of the flame could not be seen. It was quiet in the dark courtyard, and the moon was covered by dark clouds, so there was no light at all.

Chi Yiyin pondered for a moment, then turned around and put on his coat, ready to go out for a look.

This house always made him uncomfortable, as if something was wrong, but he ignored it.

But just when he turned around again and naturally wanted to push the door out, when he raised his head, he suddenly met a blue, white and dark face.

"!"

Chi Yiyin's pupils constricted, and her heart stopped beating for a moment.

Then he slowly realized that it was none other than the stupid young man who stopped in front of his car before.

That young man appeared here at some point, he hadn't even glanced at him yet, but at this second, he was standing outside the door of the house, looking straight at Chi Yiyin, his cloudy eyes were out of focus, but there was a look of struggling pain on his face expression.

Chi Yiyin had a guess in her heart, and asked tentatively, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The stupid young man didn't answer, as if he didn't understand Chi Yiyin's words at all.

Standing in the rainstorm night, he seemed to be integrated with the environment, which was extremely frightening.

Chi Yiyin waited patiently without urging him.

After a while, the stupid young man blinked his eyes very slowly, then opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but there was only a breathy sound of "ho ho".

Chi Yiyin was puzzled at first, then looked at the young man's mouth and widened his eyes.

What should be in a person's mouth? Tongue, teeth.

But the young man's mouth was filled with a black hole!

It's like a poor painter who forgets to paint details when painting a portrait of a person, and only paints a layer of skin.

Or there was something that didn't want the young man to speak at all, so he only had a superficial mouth, but he didn't give him the right to speak at all.

The young man pointed his finger at his mouth in pain, as if he was saying to Chi Yiyin: I have a lot to tell you, but I don't have a tongue, so I can't say anything.

Then, he pointed to Chi Yiyin's back.

Chi Yiyin was startled, and quickly turned around to look, but a large expanse of white suddenly crashed into his field of vision.

...The paper-stitched man actually moved from the corner of the wall to the middle of the house within the short time the two of them were talking.

Even though it stopped immediately when Chi Yiyin looked at it, as if dominated by the previous fear, it recalled the slap by Chi Yiyin.

But judging from its stance and hovering movements, its purpose was not to attack Chi Yiyin from behind.

Instead, he took the opportunity to attack the assistant who was asleep on the bed.

Chi Yiyin's eyes darkened instantly.

He laughed angrily, step by step towards the paper piercing man, the footsteps landed heavily, every step seemed to be wrapped in a violent storm, with a terrifying momentum.

The paper pierced man was trembling imperceptibly, and even the wind blowing in from the wide open door blew it back, as if trying to escape from Chi Yiyin.

But Chi Yiyin mercilessly grabbed the paper piercing man's neck, picked it up, and without any explanation, turned around and strode out with it, like grabbing a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

In the torrential rain outside, the stupid young man seemed to understand Chi Yiyin's intentions, and even backed away a few steps ahead of time to make room.

He stood in the rain and waited, showing a bit of cuteness.

As soon as the wind blew, the rain floated from the outside to the ground inside the door, and also fell on the paper pierced man.

It suddenly understood what Chi Yiyin was going to do. The whole paper-made body was like a big bag filled with wind, whistling in his hands continuously, like a blown balloon, as if the next second It will be blown away from Chi Yiyin's hands and return to the house.

But how could Chi Yiyin let it run away so easily?

The repeated attacks have been regarded as a provocation by Chi Yiyin, there is no need to warn any more, and one-hit kill is the only way.

He gripped the paper pierced man's neck tightly, with such strength that he tore the papery skin of the paper pierced man, exposing the bamboo skeleton underneath.

Then he exerted all his strength, and with a wave of his hand, he completely dragged the paper pricked man out of the house, exposing it to the heavy rain.

The rain hit Chi Yiyin hard, mixed with hail, and it hurt a little.

The paper in his hand pierced people, but before he had time to struggle a few more times, it was already extinguished by the excessive rainwater. All the facial features and clothes drawn on the white paper quickly faded, smudged, and spread.

Two red eyes slid down from the paper-stitched eyes, and on its pale face, it seemed that fresh blood was flowing, and its mouth was also bright red.

It raised its head, half of its rain-drenched head resting on the bamboo frame, as if turning its face upwards, staring at Chi Yiyin resentfully.

Under the contrast of red and white, hideous and strange.

Anyone who is stared at by those dark pupils without whites will feel involuntary fear and chills all over.

However, Chi Yiyin sneered, and when he glanced down at the paper-stitched people who gradually curled up into a ball of rotten paper, there was condescending indifference in his eyes, so cold that there was no warmth at all.

That look seemed to say - you are not qualified to be seen by me. hate me? I have too many enemies, if you want to hate me, just line up, it's not your turn yet.

No matter how unwilling the paper piercer was, he could only obey the paper's fear of water, and in Chi Yiyin's hands, it was gradually wetted by the rainstorm and hit into a small ball.

The wet and wrinkled appearance can no longer see its original appearance.

On white paper, it blends into a cloud of dark, dirt-like colors.

Chi Yiyin carelessly tore off the soft and wet ball, and threw it into the small drainage ditch in the nearby yard,

And the remaining human-shaped bamboo skeleton was thrown to the stupid young man by Chi Yiyin.

"Take it and burn it."

Chi Yiyin's attitude of ordering the young man was natural and smooth, but the awe-inspiring aura made the young man unable to think of any rejection.

He obediently carried the skeleton, stepped on the ponded water in the yard back to the main house, and stuffed the skeleton into the furnace that had not been completely extinguished.

When the stupid young man squatted and turned around to look up at Chi Yiyin, his eyes were shining.

Inexplicably, Chi Yiyin thought of the big dog.

Like a big dog who has done the right thing and is waiting for his master to reward and praise him.

Chi Yiyin was amused by his own thoughts, and he waved to the young man: "Come back."

While the torrential rain drenched the paper piercing people, it also drenched Chi Yiyin.

The thick cashmere coat he was wearing was covered with water droplets, and the rain flowed down his silver-gray hair, meandering on his handsome face, slipping over the neat neck and collarbone, all the way into the shirt.

Chi Yiyin was standing in the middle of the yard, and the mountains in the distance with only the outline of Qingdai became his background. He was like a **** descended into the world, proudly patrolling his land and kingdom.

People have no intention of resisting and refusing, they just want to kneel at his feet, trembling to hear the decree of the gods, crazy to look directly at the face of the gods, and piously kissing the land around the gods.

He is also like a luminous body, still shining brightly in the rainstorm, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Two completely different beings in the dark held their breath at the same time.

A fanatic with eyes, a fanatic of the gods.

The other, golden-brown eyes were heavy and heavy, and the love and madness that was brewing seemed to be a storm of destruction. His Adam's apple rolled and felt a little dry.

He suddenly wanted to know how the water submerged into the shirt would continue to flow along the texture lines of the muscles, and where it would stop at the end. He wanted to see it with his own eyes, touch it with his own hands, feel it...

Chi Yiyin was not aware of the changes in the darkness, but just looked at the stunned young man in front of him, and asked him: "You came to me so late at night behind Fifth Aunt's back, you can't just remind me of the injustice of paper piercing people. You What is the purpose of coming?"

"What do you want to say to me?"

The young man looked at Chi Yiyin quietly, and after Chi Yiyin guessed his purpose correctly, he was no longer stupid for a moment, and even his eyes became clearer and no longer muddy.

But only for a moment.

He quickly changed back to the demented look that Chi Yiyin was more familiar with, and kept making gestures to Chi Yiyin, making a "ho ho" sound from his mouth.

Anyone except Chi Yiyin would probably think that he escaped from a mental hospital.

But Chi Yiyin just understood.

"You mean to say that Fifth Aunt and the old man have problems, and you are not from this family?" He frowned and confirmed what he guessed to the young man.

Ecstasy burst out of the young man's cloudy and godless eyes, and he nodded heavily to Chi Yiyin, impatiently wanting to tell Chi Yiyin that he meant it!

The fifth aunt's child didn't move to the city because of his fifth aunt... Shit! It's all lies!

He is not from this family at all, not even from this village!

Although he lost most of his memory, no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember his true identity, but the occasional flashing scenes of the city and the smiling people around made him very clear that he was by no means trapped in the hills all the time. The dementia in the village.

But more, he couldn't remember anyway.

No matter how much effort and time he expended, the headache drove him madly against the wall, and only sporadic fragments flashed by.

In his memory, someone seemed to say something to him with a smile: When a normal person is mistakenly imprisoned in a lunatic asylum, how can he prove that he is not crazy, and how can he escape?

At that time, he only took it as a joke and smiled without saying a word.

But unexpectedly, he actually encountered a similar predicament—or even worse.

He was trapped in this body that didn't seem to be his own. There was a mother who seemed to love him very much and even gave up a happy life for him, and a grandfather who lived an idyllic and leisurely life in the mountain village.

But actually?

Deprived of memory, robbed of the right to justify, even unable to escape!

The loud sound of the rainstorm was enough to cover everything. The fifth aunt and the old man hated the cold and saved wood because of poverty, so they could only enjoy the fire together in the main room.

He knew that the opportunity had come.

Taking advantage of Fifth Aunt's inattention, he frantically ran outside, exhausting his greatest strength and the fastest speed he could reach, even ecstatic when he rushed out of the gate, thinking that he had finally succeeded.

However, a passing car blocked his way.

Fifth Aunt quickly chased after her.

His escape plan, which he did not know how many times, failed again.

He even wanted to accept his fate in despair.

There are only a dozen people in this remote village, and no vehicles pass by at all. But by such a coincidence, when he was closest to success, a car rushed out and stopped him...

This is not God's will, what is it?

But just when his heart was ashamed, he slowly discovered Chi Yiyin's extraordinaryness from Chi Yiyin's conversation and behavior.

Especially the Dayin Village that the other party mentioned made the five aunts even more disgusted.

This made him excited again, and the flame of hope was rekindled in his heart.

Maybe, maybe this person can take him away successfully! Maybe it was God's will to let this person come to save him!

But he failed too many times, and caution became the first knife. He didn't dare to act rashly, and after waiting for everyone to fall asleep, he ran to the door of Chi Yiyin's room and waited quietly for the opportunity.

What made his eyes fill with tears was that even though he had no tongue and vocal cords and could not speak, Chi Yiyin could still guess his original meaning from his movements and demeanor, as if he had enough in-depth research on human beings.

The young man choked with sobs, tears streaming down his face, venting all the grievances and fears accumulated since he realized he was trapped.

The rain and hail that hit him were cold and painful, but the tears were hot enough to scald his last hope, reminding him that this was real.

Chi Yiyin couldn't help being shocked after checking everything with the young man.

How often does it happen that a person says he is trapped in another body?

I'm afraid that anyone who grabs someone on the street and says the same thing to him will be thought by the other party as a prank, or even a lunatic.

But Chi Yiyin quickly believed in the young man.

—Because he also has a similar feeling of losing his memory.

Another question that immediately follows is, what kind of existence would have such power and reason to do such a thing?

Chi Yiyin asked the young man: "About your soul being trapped here, have you found anything else before?"

The young man nodded without hesitation.

In fact, this is also the most important reason why he is sure that he is not a fool in the village.

- He can read.

All the words, difficult and obscure words, and large sections of words that are like shamanistic ritual texts.

When he realized that something was wrong with him, he immediately tried to collect information to prove that he was right. But inadvertently, discovered the secret of the village.

…and his own secrets.

Most of the villages have been deserted. Aunt Wu is not lying about this point. As long as they can move, almost all of them have moved to live in the city, and there are only a few old people left.

And the old people are defenseless against him as a "stupid boy", and because they feel sorry for him, they will call him in and give him some snacks when he passes by the door from time to time.

This gave him a background that was naturally conducive to investigation. As long as he avoided the surveillance of the fifth aunt and the old man, he could find the information he needed in the village.

But it is not easy to avoid these two people.

The fifth aunt looked warm-hearted, but she was actually very cunning. She watched him closely, and locked him tightly in the yard in the name of "maternal love".

As for the old man... it's even harder to hide. The old man is always elusive, and he often sees a pair of peeping eyes in the corner in a blink of an eye.

He struggled with these two people for a long time, both openly and secretly, before he slowly figured out the way. He also used his demented appearance to make the two of them relax their vigilance, thus gaining some space.

Although there were not many people left, and he could not speak or ask questions, many people left their bits and pieces in the old house when they moved out. Even if he went to look it up, it would look like a fool playing with garbage, and it would not arouse the suspicion of others.

And it was among those garbage that he found a tattered and damaged manuscript.

It is full of incomprehensible words and sentences composed of difficult characters, many of which have long been discarded by the times, and there are many illustrations that look like ghostly symbols.

It is difficult for any normal person to understand what is said on it, but it is very strange that the first time he saw the manuscript, he felt inexplicably familiar and close, as if he had been immersed in such an atmosphere in his previous life .

He also realized that there was definitely something wrong with his identity.

But if his identity has something to do with this manuscript...then we can only ask the original owner of the manuscript.

I'm afraid, only the original owner who has moved away knows what's going on.

When the young man said this, his shoulders drooped and his eyes were full of disappointment.

He tried to ask Chi Yiyin for help, but he didn't dare to hold out too much hope, for fear of being disappointed again. If hope fails this time too...he's not sure if he can hold on.

Chi Yiyin patted him on the shoulder, comforting him silently.

"Where is the manuscript you mentioned?"

From the young man's description, Chi Yiyin also understood what he meant.

A person who should have been collecting folk songs all year round has no survival skills, and a person who should be a fool in a mountain village knows obscure characters. There is a mismatch between identity and skills, and even the soul feels strange to oneself.

Things that shouldn't have happened, just happened. The only explanation can only be that there is a problem with their own identities.

Whether it's from the youth, or from Chi Yiyin and his assistant.

Chi Yiyin also became suspicious when he thought of the experience he had tried to recall several times before but had a splitting headache. Perhaps...the identities of him and his assistant have also been switched.

Therefore, he wanted to get the manuscript from the youth, to see what else he could see.

However, the young man shook his head regretfully, saying that because he usually lives with his fifth aunt, in order not to arouse their suspicion, so to be on the safe side, he did not bring the manuscript back, but went to the place where he found it. , Hide it on the spot so as not to be damaged by rainwater insects and ants.

The young man pointed to the back of Chi Yiyin, but this time he did not remind him that there was an attacker behind him, but said that the place where he found the manuscript was at the neighbor's house across the wall from the side room.

Chi Yiyin froze for a moment, then quickly remembered the name she saw on the coffin.

Qin's Yellow Rat Po.

In this way, it makes sense!

Some remote mountain villages have their own inheritance of the way of ghosts and gods, and their styles are much different from those known to the outside world. Compared with human society, they are closer to the era of ghosts and gods, advocating the power of nature.

In order to further strengthen the connection with nature, the gods, mothers and gods in the village, who are responsible for communicating with ghosts and gods, also have a school of going out to the fields and forests on the day when they have achieved great cultivation.

The first animal you meet will be attached to the gods and goddesses, becoming a part of them, guiding them to get close to the natural ghosts and gods, and at the same time lending their power to them.

It can be said that animals are their half bodies, and they are more important than family members and offspring.

There are also some gods and gods who even put animals in their names to gain stronger power and make the villagers awe and respect.

If this is the case with the Yellow Rat Woman of the Qin family, and the person next door who died many years ago was a witch... then everything would make sense.

The obscure manuscript in the young man's mouth is also logically related to ghosts, gods, witches, and has changed from weird to reasonable.

Chi Yiyin quickly made a decision, telling the young man to wait for him in the corner first, and he went back to the room to deal with the assistant's problem, and then went to the next door with him to see what happened.

Aunt Wu said that the whole family moved into the next door to the city... Chi Yiyin admitted that she became curious.

Although the door was open, the cold wind inevitably got in, but the assistant huddled into a ball under the quilt, still sleeping with his feet hugged.

He frowned and muttered something indistinctly. He was sleeping in a fog when he felt someone pat him.

It seemed to be Chi Yiyin.

Chi Yiyin said, let him sleep here alone, be careful of the coffin, don't be eaten by ghosts, go back by yourself.

assistant:"!"

At that moment he woke up with fright.

"No! Brother Chi, you can't go!"

The assistant who didn't know whether he was sleeping or awake one second, jumped off the bed the next second, and hugged Chi Yiyin tightly like a big sloth, his eyes terrified.

"If you leave, what will I do!"

Chi Yiyin: "..."

This man screamed so miserably, why did it seem like he was a scumbag who abandoned him?

With a "tsk", he wanted to take the assistant off himself.

But the assistant found something belatedly, he blinked, and slowly lowered his head to look at Chi Yiyin.

Chi Yiyin didn't look like he just got up. Not only was he dressed neatly, but his coat was cold and damp. When the assistant hugged him, he felt the cold air penetrate into his skin little by little, which made his skin crawl.

Assistant: "! You're not Brother Chi, who are you! Hey! Where are you evil?"

Chi Yiyin: "... You are very vigilant at this time. But you are a bird, not a monkey."

Monkeys have other people...together?

Chi Yiyin felt as if something was passing through his heart, but when he realized it and tried to grab it, that flash of thought had slipped away like a loach and disappeared completely.

After listening to Chi Yiyin's explanation, the assistant finally got off Chi Yiyin's body in doubt, but still wrapped himself into a ball with a quilt, with a terrified expression on his face.

"But after you leave, I dare not sleep."

He wanted to cry but had no tears: "The sense of security of having someone around you is the same as sleeping next to the coffin by yourself?"

Chi Yiyin pinched the bridge of her nose, but still had no choice but to walk to the pile of debris next to her, looking directly at the few remaining paper sticks.

Originally, the paper pierced man rushed forward, but since the paper pierced man went out and never came back, they all turned around and faced the wall neatly.

There is a taste of self-deception of "I can't see me, I can't see me".

Chi Yiyin's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and knocked on the pile of debris, and said indifferently: "You should have seen what happened to your companions, right?"

"If I can kill one, I can kill the second one. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

He snorted coldly: "I happen to be trapped in such a ghostly place. I'm not in a good mood, but I can kill a few paper piercing people for fun-killing paper piercing people is not against the law."

I don't know if it was blown by the wind, but the paper pierced people trembled.

And Chi Yiyin lifted the pile of sundries, opened the lid of the dry coffin again, then raised his chin at the backs of those paper-stitched people, and said, "Should I drag you in, or should you jump in by yourself?" Come in?"

"Wait for me to do it, it doesn't matter what I do. If you accidentally screw someone's head off or cut someone's face, don't blame me."

The paper piercer: "!!"

You are more like a ghost than me!

But even with resentment, the paper piercer has no choice.

As soon as Chi Yiyin finished speaking, there was a gust of dark wind, and the paper-stitched people shook, and one after another fell into the coffin. The sound was like coconuts falling into a well, queuing up to commit suicide.

This miraculous and weird scene left the assistant dumbfounded.

Chi Yiyin shrugged and didn't take it seriously: "It's always been either the west wind overwhelms the east wind, or the east wind overwhelms the west wind. It's either ghosts playing with people, or people playing ghosts. What's wrong with me playing with paper sticks? Don't young people nowadays What kind of figure do you play with?" ①

Assistant: "Is that a property! It's normal anywhere!"

But he quickly put on a flattering smile and faced Chi Yiyin again.

— without him.

Because Chi Yiyin was helping him save his life and was lecturing those paper-wrapped people.

Before closing the lid, Chi Yiyin glanced down into the coffin, and said calmly: "I'll go to the next door for a walk, and if I come back and see the bird behind me lose a feather, I'll ask you to settle the matter. "

"After all, it is the territory of ghosts and gods. I also follow the Romans and follow the Romans, superstitious."

Chi Yiyin smiled: "Anything that happens to him—as long as I don't see him intact and safe after I come back, I will blame it on you and those things behind you. You must be killed."

"Is that clear enough?"

Paper piercer: Enough is enough! He blames us for losing his hair, right?

Chi Yiyin snorted, and when he put the lid on the coffin again, he could see a trace of luck in escaping from the cold and blunt faces of those paper pierced people.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded in satisfaction.

At least on the road. Just know fear, fear breeds awe, and awe leads to distance.

He doesn't have to worry about the occurrence of the paper piercing man trying to hurt the little assistant again.

"Little bird, go back to sleep."

Chi Yiyin said: "I found some bodyguards for you—although they are in the coffin. But I believe that if you are in any danger."

A smile slowly appeared on his lips, and he tapped on the coffin lid with his fingers: "The loyal Zhizharen brothers will definitely draw their swords to help."

Paper piercer: "?"

Stupid young man: "??"

assistant:"???"

It's outrageous! They are ghosts who want to harm you, why do you make it sound like terracotta warriors!

The assistant tremblingly asked: "Really, really?"

Chi Yiyin said sincerely: "You can try it. If you bet right, you will have a good night's sleep. If you lose the bet... you won't know anyway if you lose the bet. You don't have to get up early tomorrow morning."

"Didn't you pray to the gods to bless you from getting up early? See, your wish is likely to come true. Are you happy?"

Assistant... The assistant fell silent.

He really wanted to say that he would go with Chi Yiyin too, but when Chi Yiyin said that since there were manuscripts next door, it used to be the residence of a witch, and it might be more dangerous than this side, he hesitated for a moment, and shrank obediently. into a ball.

"Goodbye, Brother Chi, go slowly, Brother Chi, come back soon."

He waved his hands like a windshield wiper.

Hidden in the quilt, she is so well-behaved that the young man can't help but look sideways.

Chi Yiyin laughed, and then greeted the young man to leave together.

After Chi Yiyin and the two really left, the assistant didn't dare to lie down. He sat on the bed covered with a quilt, wrapped himself into a flower roll, and looked around vigilantly, his heart beating tremblingly, much like the next It looks like it's about to turn off in seconds.

But within a few minutes, inexplicably, the assistant felt his scalp itchy.

He raised his hand to touch it, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that it was much thicker than he remembered, not to mention, there were a lot more small hairs.

"Um?"

The assistant wondered: "Is my hair growing suddenly?"

"what happened?"

The paper pierced man in the coffin: hidden merit and fame... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the mouse don't bite me!

With the young man leading the way, Chi Yiyin quickly left the yard without a sound, and climbed over the wall to the next door.

The young man's thoughts were still on the assistant.

I always feel that, your companion, what he does is very familiar to me.

The young man gestured to Chi Yiyin and said: You are the same, you just said that you are a professor of folklore, and you mentioned Dayin Village... I don’t know why, but I always feel that I seem to have seen you before, so I went too Over the Great Yin Village.

Chi Yiyin frowned, and the smile that had just spread because of the assistant disappeared again.

"I am a person who presupposes distrust of everything around me. The only thing I trust is myself."

Chi Yiyin didn't panic because of this, his face was only calm, his brain was running fast, and his ultimate rationality was not disturbed by any factors: "And I'm very sure, the self I trust is worthy of my trust."

"In other words, my memory will never be wrong."

He said: "I don't have you in my memory, I haven't seen you. Or maybe, when I saw you, you used another identity, another face—the real one."

And in Chi Yiyin's memory, what should he be familiar with?

Experts in folklore, teachers and students of universities, inheritors of various folklore.

"You said before, which obscure runes you can understand, and you said that you have been to Dayin Village."

Chi Yiyin put forward his own guess: "Could it be that you are also a god, the heir of some folk customs?"

"In this way, it makes sense that your soul is not in your body."

There are many things that modern medicine cannot do.

For example, stuffing a person's soul into another body. But this, the power of ghosts and gods can do it.

What's more, what gave the young man a sense of familiarity was probably the manuscript left by the Yellow Rat Woman of the Qin family next door.

And fifth aunt... In her mouth, the old man was born by a weasel.

Chi Yiyin's eyes darkened, and she asked, "Is it possible that it's you