Xiaolan looked around, and Jasmine looked at that person.
Under the long-lost blue sky is a vast green grassland, with piles of straw scattered here and there. The green grassland is divided into countless even squares. Except for the place where the two of them are standing, the plot next to it is occupied by green plants.
.
There was a large village in the distance, and smoke curled up into the blue sky. The man came from the direction of the village, running towards them along the path in the center of the plot, huffing and puffing.
The man was wearing a navy blue linen jacket and yellow-brown linen trousers with the trousers rolled up to the middle of his calf. He looked like an ordinary villager in this simple village.
The man stopped in front of the two of them, holding his stomach and breathing heavily.
"Master...Master...something happened..." the man said to Jasmine, who looked a little older.
master?!
"What happened?" Jasmine asked first.
"Not just now, we were getting ready to go to the ground, and suddenly we heard... we heard someone shouting in the village chief's house." The man waved his rough hands and gestured, "It was scary. As soon as we heard it, we knew that it was the village chief."
As soon as we went to see what the eldest daughter-in-law was doing..." The man seemed to have remembered that scene, and his breathing became heavy again, "The village chief... was hanging from the beam of his main room, dead!"
Xiaolan and Jasmine looked at each other.
"What kind of village is this?" Xiaolan asked innocently, tilting her head.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" The man looked at her strangely, "We are a big fire village. You two have stayed in our village for many years. How can you forget the name of our village?"
Jasmine interrupted the man's suspicion, "Is there something fishy about the death of the village chief?"
"Qiqiao? What Qiqiao? No Qiqiao," the man didn't understand Jasmine's words, and hurriedly led the two of them towards the village, "There is no such thing... But the village chief was killed, you
You two have to take care of each other."
"Didn't the village chief hang himself?" Xiaolan asked as he walked away, "Why was he killed again?"
"Master means that the village chief killed himself. That's impossible... I mean... oh... anyway... you'll understand when you see it. That's simply impossible!"
The man said, leading the two of them along the long path and directly into the village.
The huts in the village have red walls and blue tiles, low roofs, and the houses are in disarray, but you feel a different flavor when walking among them.
Soon, the man walked around the back wall and led the two of them to a relatively spacious bungalow. The gate of the small courtyard was filled with men and women, all with excited expressions and pointing towards the courtyard.
"Is this right here?" Jasmine asked subconsciously.
The man turned around and looked at her inexplicably, nodded and said, "This is the village chief's house. These are villagers. Don't worry about them."
Someone saw the arrival of the two people and shouted at the door, "Master is here!" The group of people surrounded Xiaolan and Jasmine like predators smelling prey.
"Master...Master, what's going on?..."
"Master, I cast the spell according to the method you said last week, but it didn't work..."
"master……"
"master……"
Xiaolan finally understood how he got the title of "Master".
"You guys get out of the way first." The man stood in front of Xiaolan and Jasmine and pushed away everyone. "Master is here to see this matter. At what time will you talk about your affairs?"
The few people became uninterested for a while, but then thought about the death of the village chief, and became curious again.
"Yes, yes...master, hurry up and take a look..."
Xiaolan and Jasmine did not stop and followed the man's steps directly into the small courtyard.
The small yard is neatly tidied, with a few pieces of soft yellow soil plowed out in the corner, and tender green grass buds standing straight on the plot, which should be the successful planting of vegetables or fruits and flowers.
Before walking through the stone path and into the slightly higher wooden door of the main house, a burst of crying and screaming reached Xiaolan's ears.
"Brother Huo! Brother Huo!...Who is so cruel!..."
"This is the village chief's wife," the man sighed softly, "She's still crying."
The man said the second half of the sentence to himself. He frowned and muttered, as if he was keeping something secret. He took a deep breath and reached out to push open the yew door that looked shaky but was actually extremely strong.
The cry exploded directly in front of me.
The air was filled with the rotten smell of old wood that had been hollowed out by fleshworms. Xiaolan raised her hand and waved it in front of her nose, observing the interior of the village chief's house intently.
Neatness, rules, order.
Like the small yard, the furnishings in the house also follow the principle of simplicity and elegance. At first glance, you may think that there are so few things, but if you look closely, you will find that the sundries have been perfectly stored.
After entering the wooden door, walked two steps forward, turned into the first corridor, and saw a gray-green curtain blocking the door of the only room, and crying came from behind the curtain.
The man looked at the two of them and gently opened the curtain.
There was a woman in front of them. The woman's back was turned to them. Her figure was graceful and graceful. She was not like the other people in the village who were wearing cheap linen clothes. When the woman heard the sound, her cry suddenly stopped.
"Master...Master! You are here!...I...my Brother Huo..."
The woman was very beautiful, with tearful eyes. Even though tears rolled down her almond-shaped eyes one after another, the delicate makeup on the woman's face did not fade away at all.
"Don't worry," Jasmine raised her hand, seeming to have digested this identity well, "Where is he?"
The woman turned sideways with a green face, and a stiff and discolored corpse was lying on the low bed in front of her. There was a cold aura around the body, and there was no trace of life at all.
Jasmine glanced at the man standing aside and knew that this was the dead village chief. The two came closer, and the woman cried harder and said something intermittently.
"Don't be impatient," Xiaolan said softly, "Tell me slowly, what happened?"
The woman nodded, took out a white silk handkerchief from her pink folded skirt, covered her face and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then seemed to calm down and started talking slowly.
"Before going to bed last night, I had a quarrel with Brother Huo. The main reason was that there was a big sunny house built at the end of the village. I wanted to live there. This house is low and has small windows. As you know
, I usually like to write and draw some small things. This room was dark and depressing, so I thought maybe I could find an opportunity to move there.
"For some reason, Brother Huo refused to say anything. We had a quarrel last night because of this matter. I slept in the east wing, and he rested in the west wing next to the main room. As a result... I woke up early in the morning and watched
arrive……"
At this point, the woman's eyes were filled with tears again.
"I just saw...Brother Huo hanging from the beam of the main room, staring out the window, unconscious..."
I went to the hospital today and can only update once. I apologize to everyone and everyone should take care of themselves.