Whether Xie Sui is willing to stay in the town is something that must be clarified.

After all, in the third rule mentioned by Liu Qinshan, it is clearly stated that if strangers appear in the village, do not talk to them.

Look at it this way...

There is a high possibility that the so-called stranger is evil.

So, what Qianye didn't understand was, if evil spirits were already roaming the village, why did the man still have to die?

"This is none of your business."

Old Man Liu did not answer Qianye's question directly. After packing up all his things, he prepared to leave from the back mountain.

The man covered in the mud seemed to be just a small incident, which did not have much psychological impact on him.

There was no direct answer.

In fact, to some extent, the answer has already been given...

But did I choose to ignore it?

Because it was too convenient, I just wiped the old lady's face and neck, and then put the towel under her forehead, trying to cool down in that way...

So I recalled the first sentence Qianye asked and pondered in my mind the answer I gave him a while ago.

Compared to An Yu's perspective.

Since the name is called "In the Name of Love", the plot should have little to do with the so-called "love".

One of the villagers, who had a slightly bad temper, rolled up his sleeves and tried to teach Qianye a lesson later.

Qianye cried to the loess for less than ten minutes, and then went back up the mountain with An Yu.

An Yu found out that Duo Nan's mind had finally become cloudy.

Before dinner, I left it to Chino who volunteered...

There are no evil people in this world...

On the contrary, I feel that Chino should get into bad habits.

Taking two steps forward, An Yu shook off the sleepiness from his head, and then used his weird vision ability to explore the surroundings.

"I must have guessed correctly. There have been many stories about life and death before this..."

Yu Ye, who was walking aside, also heard the murmurs of these villagers. He also knew whether you had made a mistake or it was because of the irritation caused by the fact that the woman was buried.

It's possible to sleep badly...

But since I couldn't go to the clinic in town at the moment, I had no choice but to use other methods.

After pouring a basin of cold water, An Yu took out half a bottle of white wine from the kitchen and poured eight large caps into the basin.

"What's wrong?" Yu Ye felt An Yu's gaze. You turned around and looked down, as if Han Hu was looking at something.

An Yu clearly saw his father being buried, but there was a so-called expression on his face that made us think that there was actually something wrong...

"An Yu...What's going on inside? Why is it so noisy?"

The sleepy Yu Ye sat up from the bed. You rubbed your eyes and looked into the room through the window in confusion.

...

When you encounter a few foxtail grasses while walking down the road, you don't feel any irritation and want to kick them all away on the ridge...

Even after a long time, we personally buried Qianye’s father.

Qian Yedu muttered and cursed, but his voice was so loud that only you and An Yu could hear it.

"What are you afraid of..."

It is more consistent with the identity Ye obtained in that world.

"Of course I know that being an idiot is bad, but looking at Lao Ba's son like that, to be honest, I don't feel that it's worth it for Lao Ba..."

Is rural life as beautiful or bad as imagined?

Have ability, have filial piety, be a bad person...

Those who rolled up their sleeves also listened to the advice.

Yu Ye knew that whether or not he used the ability to modify the plot, he was not a match for the opponent just based on the weird abilities in his body.

That would make anyone feel bad.

Rat droppings are gone everywhere.

You can tell that the other person is changing the subject.

"Eh? Da Nizi, did he say that he was arrogant?"

"A fight? Or something?"

"If the villager really didn't come down to beat you just now, would Yu Ye help you?"

At most...

Whether the villagers' conversation escaped An Yu's ears, I could certainly hear clearly what those guys said about me behind my back.

Judging from the current weather and season, I'm afraid we'll only arrive at eight o'clock.

Conscience, from a certain perspective, is not worthy of real testing.

Yu Ye decided to pay attention to Qianye.

So the noise didn't feel strange to me at first.

Of course the old lady cooked today's dinner.

Although the old Taoist priest looks very reliable in appearance, his strength is at the first-class level.

"Well, Mo Chuxi doesn't mean that he has nothing to offer, that is, he can do small things. He is even moved by seeing his father being buried. He said that there is no need for that kind of person to exist?"

The dead branches and leaves on his feet were crunched under the footsteps, and Liu Qinshan had no intention of stopping for a moment.

Even though the relationship between the two is not a real father-son relationship, and even though the two have been in contact for a long time, Qianye was still unable to bear the loss of that kind of relationship in the deliberately affectionate plot.

"You have never seen anyone's life clearly. Everything you did was for the whole village..."

I knew what I was thinking outside of my mind, and after pondering for a long time, I suddenly asked such a question.

Reaching out and touching her forehead, An Yu found that the old lady's body temperature was not low.

Did the two of them stay at the foot of the front mountain for too long?

Just passing.

But after all, this is only the majority, and Xiao Shao still judges the entire world based on his own selfish desires.

How do I know how to communicate? I also understood what Qianye was thinking of and why her mood changed so slowly.

Before I exhaled heavily from my nose, I went back in, as if I wanted to argue with Qianye...

】

Finished talking.

"You just think that he regards human life as thinner than paper, and you can understand it very well."

Using the theme of sadness after losing a loved one throughout, An Yu seems to have no idea what kind of story the "author" wants to write...

"Then it doesn't matter if He Hui can fight or not. You only care whether he can win or not. What you want to ask is whether he can help you?"

When the sky was still gray and bright, Yu Ye was woken up by several cries outside the village...

I am already good at the technical work of coaxing people, not to mention that for An Yu, that kind of thing requires a lot of patience.

When An Yu put the salty steamed egg into his mouth, I didn't believe that Qianye's specialty meant the same as what I understood.

Even now, our guilt has not completely dissipated.

Yu Ye recalled the preview he saw when he entered the script, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

In darkness.

Old Liu raised his head and looked directly at Qianye with his two turbid eyes, like ripples in stagnant water. Qianye felt a little drowsy for a moment.

"Well...it's quite vicious, but the villager just now wanted to roll up his sleeves and prepare to come over and beat him."

It's like when we met in Qianshan.

The atmosphere between the two became slightly less awkward...

"What is this? When you saw me, you were frightened, and your heart was trembling. You were worried that I would suddenly stab you or something...but you didn't expect it to be bloody at all...

....”

Did I go to comfort the other person?

After a pause, you frowned and asked An Yu for explanation: "Did you look so fierce just now, like you were joking?"

The villagers who had no conscience for a while, before they successfully buried the woman, their conscience and firmness seemed to disappear in an instant...

When An Yu and Qian Ye came home, you were very tired and energetic, just lying under the bed, mumbling your son's name...
To be continued...