Xiaolan held her face in her hands and stared at the reflection in the glass for a long time.
Is Huolian really a woman?
If you say that you are currently using the identity of Huolian, then what you have experienced is what happened to Huolian.
Xiaolan's eyes fell on the old man's body again.
Why did she dig up this coffin?
Xiaolan pursed her lips and returned to the old man's side. She stroked the jade pendant, feeling the mottled feel caused by the scratches.
She understood her next plan.
She had to know the old man's identity first.
Xiaolan put the jade pendant into her arms and turned to look outside the door. The sun was just right at this time, and there was darkness between heaven and earth. It was not a good opportunity to sneak into Chencang secretly, let alone sneak into the village.
Let's wait until tonight.
While Xiaolan apologized profusely, she searched the old man's body twice and found nothing else.
She sat next to the coffin, looked at the woods and sunshine outside the window, and sighed softly.
A corpse was lying behind her, but somehow, Xiaolan's heart felt warm and safe.
To put it more closely, it is the feeling of this body.
It was the feeling that this old man brought to Huolian.
The scene appeared in front of Xiaolan's eyes. Huolian dug out the coffin buried in the soil bit by bit, but couldn't open it, so she could only use ropes and maybe a cart to sneak the old man's coffin into the forest.
, brought into the green room, just like a little mouse hiding her most precious thing, she opened the coffin and looked at the old man's face. Maybe she had once sat next to the coffin and looked at the sun like herself,
Looking forward to the sunset...
Then she left.
Xiaolan stared at the fresh set of footprints.
There are no incoming footprints, only outgoing footprints.
I just discovered this myself!
There is only one explanation.
Xiaolan's breathing quickened a little.
When Huolian entered the house with the coffin, there was no dust on the floor of the Midoriya. Then she stayed here for a long, long time until the ground was covered with dust before she left.
After leaving, he was caught by the villagers and burned at the stake.
Headache……
Xiaolan pressed her temples and shook her head hard.
Why couldn't Huolian just tell herself what she was going to do? Why did she have to make herself guess?
And...when I step out of the forest this time, I will probably be arrested by the villagers and barbecued again.
Why did Huolian let herself go through her life?
Is there anything special about you?
Until dusk fell and the daylight faded, Xiaolan still had more mysteries in her mind. She bowed to bid farewell to the old man's body, and thoughtfully closed the door of the green room before leaving.
"call……"
Xiaolan shook her shoulders, picked up the long and thick cumbersome skirt and tied it behind her back, and dived into the dark night.
Return along the same path...
When they arrived at the edge of the jungle, the sky had already darkened gloomily, and no one could be seen by the lake. Xiaolan hunched over vigilantly, walked around the lake, and came to the lakeside where she fell into the water.
There is a pile of black charcoal on the shore, which is the remains of the fire that almost cooked him last night. The container is missing, and it must have been taken back by the villagers to use it next time they catch him.
Xiaolan hid behind a clump of flowering trees and looked at the village not far away.
First of all, this is not Lianshui Village.
At least it wasn't the Lianshui Village in her mind.
There is not a trace of artificial light in the village. The faint light of the stars and the moon outlines the peaceful outline of the village. The short thatched houses are neatly arranged in the moonlight, and no one is seen on the spacious dirt road.
Xiaolan's eyes carefully moved from the east side to the west side of the village, and then stopped at the far west side of the village.
A pillar-shaped building that looks like a chimney and is slightly taller than the other thatched cottages looms behind the thatched cottage.
chimney?
Xiaolan straightened up and looked into the distance.
I could only see the highest point of the "chimney", and the other parts were blocked by thatched cottages.
You should go and have a look.
Xiaolan used the tree trunk as a cover and approached the chimney. The full view of the chimney had not yet been revealed. Xiaolan turned her eyes and suddenly found that there were several crooked tombstones on her left. The tombstones were scattered among the woods. Xiaolan
Looking along the tombstones, I finally found the cemetery hidden in the cypress forest.
The old man's coffin should have been dug from here, right?
Xiaolan happily ran to the cemetery. Most of the tombstones in the cemetery were neatly arranged. The ones scattered among the trees were probably helpless wild graves. Xiaolan checked all the graves one by one and checked the soil.
Are there any traces of recent excavation?
Later, she realized that her step of checking the grave bag was really unnecessary.
Because, in the very center of the cemetery, a large dark pit stood out. The pit was just the size of a coffin. The soil in the pit had dried. Sure enough, the coffin had been dug away for a while.
This tomb pit is surrounded by three circles of green-gray bricks, making it look very solemn. Other tombs do not have this kind of treatment, and this tomb pit is located in the center of the cemetery. This should be the best area.
Xiaolan looked around and started looking again.
What about the tombstone? Shouldn’t a tombstone be erected in front of such a prestigious tomb?
Xiaolan searched every corner of the cemetery, but could not find any extra tombstones. It seemed that the old man's tombstone had either been stolen by Huolian or taken away by the villagers.
Xiaolan was a little disappointed. The tombstone could explain a lot, including the old man's identity and even his relationship with Huolian. But he didn't gain anything. At least he knew that the old man's status in the village was not low.
So I can't be caught even more.
Xiaolan regained her composure, then walked towards the tall chimney, bypassing the last row of thatched cottages. When the full view of the chimney appeared against the black background, Xiaolan couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Although this place is completely different from Lianshui Village, the existence of this chimney proves the relationship between the two.
At the very back of the village, a decent ancestral hall was erected. All parts of the ancestral hall were made of smooth red wood. Behind the ancestral hall was the chimney.
That's no ordinary chimney.
That is the incinerator used in Lianshui Village to burn corpses, and it is the fire lotus inherited by the villagers from generation to generation.
***
Mr. Shen lay on his back in the tent, looking at the starry sky outside the plastic roof.
"You go to sleep first," the fool arranged his sleeping bag, "Baomu and I will be on duty for two hours first, and then we will call you."
"No... I don't think so," Mr. Shen quickly sat up, "I don't need to sleep, you probably do. You can sleep, I'll keep watch."
He has fully accepted the difference between himself and the two of them. According to his theory, compared to the gap between living people, the gap between the dead is actually very small.
"Can you?"
"Nothing is wrong," Mr. Shen got out of the tent, "I'll keep watch. You can sleep. Don't worry, I will wake you up if something happens."