"Brother Niu, is she gone? What should we do? Will we die here, Brother Niu??"
Li Feng huddled behind the closed door and whispered this to Li Daniu in a trembling voice.
Li Daniu leaned against the mud brick wall, still holding the cigarette pot tightly in his hand.
Li Daniu was also very nervous, but looking at Li Feng who was almost frightened to the point of incontinence, Li Daniu still couldn't hide his disdain in his eyes.
"Shut up, don't make a sound if you don't want to die!"
Li Feng gritted his teeth and stopped talking, but the tiny 'ta-da-da' sound still came out uncontrollably.
Li Feng was trembling, and his teeth and the door he was leaning against were making noises.
Listening to this series of voices, Li Daniu simply wished he could deal with Li Feng first and then do something else.
At this moment, a female voice came from outside the door.
"Ahua, Ahua?! Ahua, are you at home, Ahua?!"
The man was leaning against the courtyard wall and looking into the yard. He had a snow-white face, jet-black hair, crooked eyes, a crooked mouth, and a round cake-like blush on his snow-white cheeks.
Just when Li Daniu and Li Feng were nervous, they suddenly heard the creaking sound of the door opening.
Li Daniu's nerves were tense instantly, but Li Feng was even more frightened.
The two of them fled for their lives and hid in this courtyard because they had confirmed before that this courtyard was empty and there was no one in it.
But what's going on now? Why would anyone open the door!
"Yun Niang, what do you want from me?"
The person named Ahua is a girl in her twenties who looks relatively normal. Her eyebrows are sparse, her eyes are small, her cheekbones are prominent, and her skin is dark yellow with acne marks.
She has long hair, but it is not well maintained. It is tied up with a wooden hairpin, but there are obvious signs that it has not been combed.
She was still peeling a head of garlic in her hand, and the garlic skin fell from her fingertips, and the fat white garlic cloves were hidden in her hand.
Yun Niang's crooked eyes moved, and she seemed to look past A Hua and into her room, and she spoke as she looked.
"Ahua, there are some ignorant young people in the village, have you seen them?"
Ahua lowered her head while peeling garlic, without raising her head.
"I didn't see any young people coming to our village."
Yun Niang rolled her eyes and stared at A Hua for a long time before she said meaningfully.
"Those two young people are living people. Ah Hua, please don't do anything that brings shame to our ancestors again."
After hearing this, A-hua slowly raised her head, revealing a purple and stained strangulation mark on her neck.
The two of them looked at each other across the wall, and finally Yun Niang left with a crooked look on her face, leaving A Hua standing there wondering what she was thinking.
…
Aunt Li and Li Xiangyang were running in the gray fog, both of them looking panicked and panting. Li Xiangyang was holding a windmill in his hand. The white windmill whirred and rotated, rolling up the gray fog around it.
An ominous atmosphere filled the sky with paper money.
Aunt Li was also clutching a few pieces of paper in her hands. She was almost exhausted from running, and her heartbeat was so fast that she was unbalanced.
The little girl's laughter seemed to come from nowhere. It was just an ordinary laughter at first, but the laughter became more and more weird, and there was a sense of bursting out of control.
Aunt Li couldn't bear it anymore and her voice almost broke when she spoke.
"Li Xiangyang! Throw away what you're holding!"
Li Xiangyang pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. He didn't care what Aunt Li was shouting from behind. He squeezed the simple windmill tightly.
Aunt Li couldn't stand it anymore. The cold wind was surrounding her. She clearly didn't provoke the child, but she was chased into a dog by a group of children!
Aunt Li gritted her teeth, glared fiercely at Li Xiangyang's back as he ran ahead, and gave him an ultimatum!
"Li Xiangyang, you either lose that thing, or I part ways with you!"
"Stop beeping! This is an important prop!"
Li Xiangyang, who was suffering from cerebral hypoxia, finally couldn't hold back his anger and spoke irrationally, but he regretted it after he said it.
His core skill is the contact lenses he wears in his eyes, which allow him to accurately see the energy attached to different objects.
It is precisely because of this ability that he can pass the level alive every time and gain many props and silver coins.
Li Xiangyang didn't want to give up this windmill that was entangled with a lot of yin energy, but the little girl's laughter was so strange that it even started to become sharp.
Aunt Li was silent when she heard that the windmill Li Xiangyang grabbed was a prop.
It is not easy to obtain props in the 'dungeon'. Some unlucky people may get seven or eight notebooks and not even be able to touch the edge of a prop.
Aunt Li is such an unlucky person. The props in her hands were all exchanged with others for gold coins in the rest space, so when she heard that there were important props, she was really heartbroken.
But she soon woke up, gritted her teeth, and parted ways with Li Xiangyang at the next intersection!
Although props are good, they are not as important as your own life.
What's more, this prop is not Aunt Li's own. That Li Xiangyang obviously wants to monopolize the prop, so why should she risk her life behind his back?!
Aunt Li decisively turned around and ran away at the next moment. Li Xiangyang ran far away before he realized that his mind was confused and his steps had slowed down.
Then before he could come to his senses, he saw a little girl with a bun in a double bun walking through the gray mist. Behind her were five or six people jumping around in floral clothes, with painted faces.
The child with round red marks!
The little girl raised her head and looked at Li Xiangyang. Her eyebrows were crescent and her mouth was crescent, and laughter came from her crooked mouth.
The moment the two sides looked at each other, the little girl suddenly rushed towards him at a ghostly speed!
At this moment, fear occupied Li Xiangyang's brain. He threw the windmill he was holding in his hand at the little girl who was about to rush in front of him in an instant. After throwing it, he turned around and ran away, using his hands and feet!
The windmill hit the little girl on the face, and the little girl caught the still rotating windmill.
The sharp black nails touched the pale windmill, a small hole was etched out of the fragile paper, and there seemed to be a red light in the little girl's curved eyebrows.
"Hee hee hee!"
…
Mo Zhenzhen came out of the ancestral hall and looked up at the blue sky, feeling relieved.
She pinched the handle of the big basket she was holding and lowered her head to look at the contents in the basket.
She put two paper bags in her dirty big basket, one was a long strip, which contained the door god the old man asked her to give her, and the other was a medicine bag, used to treat bloating.
After confirming that everything was there, Mo Zhenzhen planned to go home and put these two things properly before continuing to mend the fence.
She had only taken two steps out of the door of the ancestral hall when a surprising voice sounded.
"Azhen? Why did you come to the ancestral hall?"
Mo Zhenzhen turned around and saw a kind-faced young woman in her twenties.
The little woman was wearing a small gown and indigo blue wide-leg pants. This outfit looked somewhat similar to Mo Zhenzhen's, but she was wearing newly made clothes.
The little woman also had a basket on her hand, but it was a small basket.