Author: Dao Ge

"Even the most deceptive game will give you a big gift package for newbies. The first time I use a skill, you will explode a rock for me?"

Yanlan couldn't lie still, so she sat up with the stone.

He looked at the cross-eyed fried chicken carved on the stone in the blurry light.

Yanlan: "..."

Could this be Jingwei?!

It's also too abstract and anti-human, and even if you don't have some artistic talent, you won't be able to appreciate it.

"It can't be put in a backpack. The instructions for use say it can be thrown anywhere."

Yan Lan weighed the stone in his hand and looked into the darkness, "Since it is a weird and weird stone, I hope you can play some role."

After speaking, he threw the stone into the darkness.

"Dang da da..." The stone rolled several times and hit somewhere.

This was followed by a soft collapse sound.

"It seems to have some effect." Yan Lan whispered, shaking Tu Yu in the sleeping bag, "If there is something going on, I'll go take a look."

Tu Yu quickly opened her eyes when she swayed for the first time. Her sleepiness was dispelled in just half a second, and she quickly opened her sleeping bag:

"I'll go with you, I'll take care of you."

"Um."

After Tuyu stuffed the sleeping bag into his backpack, Yanlan stood up.

"What's going on?"

"There are mouse holes here. I guess I found something hidden here." Yan Lan pushed aside the grass, "I originally wanted to wait for you to wake up before looking for it, but now I found it and woke you up."

Her sleep quality was not good, and she couldn't sleep in this place. However, the child was growing and needed sleep.

There was a hole where the stone hit, and the collapse sound was caused by the haystack covering the hole being knocked down.

"What's in here?"

Tuyu pushed aside the remaining weeds and walked inside.

This place is very secretly hidden. It happens to be at the corner of the mountain. If it weren't for the rock just now, this place would be really difficult to find.

Yanlan picked up the fried chicken stone and put it in her pocket if it couldn't be put in her backpack.

It just can't be done if props can't be put into the backpack.

Some non-prop items in the dungeon can be put into the backpack but cannot be taken out, such as the ashes of the dead girl on the first night.

"Clay sculpture?"

Tu Yu was stunned and saw the sunken cave in the cave. There were golden clay sculptures one after another. The clothes and muscle textures were clearly visible.

Lifelike.

"There is also Miao language written next to this clay sculpture." Tu Yu took out a translation mirror and put it on, carefully identifying the words on the sign, "In 1892, the chief elder of Donghua Village, Qi Mige? This clay sculpture is what the chief elder of that generation looked like during his lifetime.

?”

"More than that."

Yan Lan casually picked up the candlestick and slammed it on the clay sculpture's knee, exposing the pale leg bones.

"This is called 'flesh shaping', and the production process is far more terrifying than what people imagine. The people being shaped are basically voluntarily put in a tank alive, and then wait for the body to be slowly emptied of the filth.

Then anti-corrosion measures are taken, and finally the body is molded into gold.

"And you have to stay awake throughout the whole process, so that you can be respectful.

"I guess it was when the great elder was about to die that he asked his descendants to shape him like this, so that the clan could commemorate him after his death."

"Wouldn't it be nice to leave a memorial tablet in memory? An urn is also fine." Tu Yu took a step back, "Why do you have to torment yourself like this before you die?"

"Belief, whether right or wrong, this is their belief - you are also a monk, and you should know that some evil gods have strange teachings."

Yan Lan patted her shoulder: "Go forward and continue reading."

In 1932, the chief elder of Donghua Village, Gian Miyu,

In 1941, the chief elder of Donghua Village...

The last one was not an old man wearing Miao clothes, but a boy of four or five years old.

"In 1952, the holy boy of Donghua Village, Ji Mi Ling."

1952?

Yan Lan's heart moved slightly: this was the year when the fertility rate in Donghua Village plummeted, and it was also the year when the elder of Donghua Village got an opportunity.

The surface of the clay sculpture of the Holy Child is mottled, and its expression is distorted and painful.

No one knows what he endured while alive before he was suffocated to death.

Or there may be something else, a more painful experience, nothing is known.

There were fresh fruits placed in front of the clay sculpture of the Holy Child. Yanlan picked up the apple and looked at it.

It's still fresh, but there's nothing in front of the other clay sculptures.

"He's the only one who has...the boy's facial structure looks familiar."

Yan Lan concentrated her mind and traced the facial curves of the clay sculpture, and in an instant she connected: "This is, this is the boy who was crying for his mother in the hotel."

"Why are you here?!"

Her voice was shocked and annoyed, and Qi Mi Yao stood at the entrance of the cave holding a fruit basket with an ugly look on her face.

"Enter by mistake."

Yan Lan shook the apple in his hand and said with a clear smile: "Ah, so this holy boy is your dead son? Then he can live to be five or six years old because you are the daughter of the patriarch."

"You can understand Miao," Qi Mi Yao reacted and said coldly, "so you eavesdropped on our conversation on the way to Yansanzuo."

"I not only eavesdropped on your conversation," Yanlan said frankly, "I also met your child in the hotel."

Gimiyao's pupils shrank suddenly and she blurted out, "Have you seen Xiao Ling?!"

"Yes." Yanlan nodded.

"We live in a room at the end of the corridor. The corner is very dark, and you can see the ghosts of innocent babies wandering in the corridor at night."

This is also the reason why only Yan Lan and Tu Yu turned on the lights and opened the curtains at night, while the others did not take any action, nor did they mention anything strange the next day.

[Oh no, taboos can really be used as reminders!]

[I’ve learned, I’ll let the anchors I follow do this in the future]

[What are you thinking upstairs? Yan Lan did this to seek death, and the others died directly. Is it okay to differentiate between situations?]

"The soul of injustice..." Qi Mi Yao muttered.

The face that had been eroded by the years had completely lost its aura at this moment and looked decadent.

"But I'm curious. Looking at your Meiwei Caixia's horoscope, you should be around thirty-four years old now."

Yanlan thought of something and carefully looked at Qi Mi Yao's face:

"But if your four or five-year-old child died in 1952, you should be in your sixties now, with gray hair. Why don't you look old at all?"

Gimiyao's lips were so tight that they turned pale, but she still didn't speak.

"I have heard of a forbidden technique before. It is said that if the same number of male and female children are sacrificed to some evil gods who absorb and transfer life span, half of the life span of those children can be replenished, making the sacrificer live longer, youthful, and even

Get some weird abilities."

Yanlan ignored her and said to herself:

"Your Dong Hua Village requires dragons and phoenixes to present auspicious signs, so the children who were taken away were basically half male and female. Half of the flesh and blood were fed to fish as a sacrifice to Sa Sui, and the other half was eaten by himself at the wedding banquet, as an offering to show his sincerity in sharing equally.

"There is also the Holy Maiden of Donghua as a feed blessing, and this holy boy as a sacrificial blessing..."

Yan Lan looked at Qi Mi Yao's trembling body, as if asking for advice and exposing:

"To put it bluntly, you established the rule of twins to get the other half of the babies that were screened out and then sacrifice them.

"Those flowers and plants that can change tires are actually the handy shotguns you got from Xin Sa Sui. They are tools used to gain the trust of the villagers and increase the success rate and obedience rate. Therefore, the bloodline of the initial batch of sacrifices has been greatly improved.

Long life.

"But I remember that a person can only be grafted once in his life, because you are not evil spirits, you are just ordinary people.

"So what did you do when the lifespan was about to end?"

Yan Lan slowly stepped forward and approached Gimiyao.

Shadows hide in the darkness, creeping undetectably, and tentacles lurking inside spread silently.

"Human desire is like rolling stones on a high mountain. Once it starts, it can never be stopped.

"This is similar to eating forbidden fruit. After the first time, you will think about the second time. So I guess you made a deal with the new Sasui after you found out that you will not get any more lifespan."

Yanlan put the apples into Qi Mi Yao's fruit basket.

Under the dim moonlight, the apple was as red as a beating heart that had just been cut out of a child's chest.

Thump thump thump.

Yan Lan leaned forward slightly, stared into Qi Mi Yao's eyes, and whispered softly:

"Would you rather create a cycle and wait here in pain for an opportunity to break it than die naturally?"

Lifespan Clues: Chapter 64

Time clue: Chapter 62

Event summary: overall, all
Chapter completed!