Xiaolan looked at the boy in front of him who was squatting in the bushes to survey the surrounding environment and asked.
You can't keep calling him "hey".
The boy turned his head and glanced at Xiaolan, as if he was hesitating whether to tell her his name.
"Just give me a name." Xiaolan said.
The boy thought for a while and said, "Just call me rice bucket."
"you……"
The words "He's just a loser" almost blurted out. Xiao Lan suddenly thought that if he said these words, the fact that he and Er Mao had met would be exposed.
"What's wrong with me?"
"It's nothing..." Xiaolan shook her head, "This title is quite straightforward."
"They all call me that," the boy blushed, and turned back to continue investigating, "It's Ermao and the others."
"Uh-huh."
"Then what should I call you?" the boy asked innocently.
"What should you call me?" Xiaolan thought for a second, "You can call me whatever you want, it's up to you."
Huolian? Xiaolan? They are all weird.
"Then I'll call you aunt."
Ah...Auntie?
You might as well call me a ghost!
Before Xiaolan could object, Fan Tong quickly waved his hand and walked forward, "Quick, Auntie, let's go."
"Can you leave?"
"Okay, hurry up, while there's no one around the pond."
Xiaolan followed Rice Tong out of the bushes, and the two of them quickly crossed the path beside the pond and ran towards the pond where Xiaolan had escaped from his death.
Behind the pond is the ghost forest.
There was no one around, except for the two running figures of Sayazi. Fan Tong urged Xiaolan all the way. When he reached the edge of the ghost forest, Fan Tong didn't hesitate at all and rushed straight in.
After running deep into the woods, Fan Tong stopped, glanced in the direction of the village, and gasped, "Okay... Phew... It's safe now..."
"Is it safe here?" Xiaolan also gasped and looked around.
"Yes," Fan Tong nodded, "people in the village will not enter the ghost forest."
"Why?"
"Because the haunted forest is haunted."
The subtext is: What's so weird about this?
"It's haunted?" Xiaolan asked, "What's haunted?"
"There is a female ghost in this ghost forest who specializes in seducing the men in the village and then eating them." Fan Tong's eyes lit up as he talked about the gossip. "In the past, several people who went to chop wood in the ghost forest were killed.
The female ghost caught and ate her."
"Ah?" There is also this kind of thing, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"Of course not," Fan Tong's eyes widened, "Those missing people never came out of the ghost forest again. What else could they be if they weren't eaten?"
"That's just a simple disappearance. They got lost," Xiaolan frowned, "Didn't the village send someone to look for them?"
"Several people who were sent in later also disappeared," Fantong tried his best to make Xiaolan believe in this strange thing. "The remaining people didn't even find the bones of the dead. If they got lost, there would always be bones left."
"Don't ghosts eat people and spit out their bones?" After Xiaolan said this, she felt like she was making an argument, so she continued, "So no one came in from the village?"
"That's right," said Rice Tong, "eh? You should know these things."
"Ah... uh... I don't know as much as you do... By the way, then why do you dare to come in with me?"
Fantong hesitated at this time. He looked at Xiaolan timidly, as if he didn't know whether he should say what was in his heart.
"That's it... that... you really don't know? You should know, right?"
"Of course I know," Xiaolan pretended for a moment, "but I also want to hear what you think."
Fan Tong slumped his shoulders, scratched his head, and said slowly, "Didn't I come in with you..."
Xiaolan straightened her back immediately. It seemed that this kid also knew that it felt safe to follow him.
"That's right, you said that the female ghost only eats men." Xiaolan said with a smile.
"That's the reason, but more importantly..." Fan Tong said, "Auntie, they say you are the female ghost."
Xiaolan's smile froze on her face for a long time.
"What did you say?"
"They said...those people were eaten by you," Fan Tong grabbed his hand, "You are the ghost in the ghost forest."
"How is that possible?!" Xiaolan cried out, "I am the wife of your prophet!"
"I know, I know... So now I think you are good... Auntie, don't be angry..." Fan Tong quickly coaxed, "I believe you are good."
Xiaolan patted her chest and used her hands to calm down, "Who told you that I did those things?"
"My mother...it was the aunt in the village who told me," Fan Tong changed his mind, "But don't worry, we always thought it wasn't you. Er Mao, I, and other children all felt the same way, because you are so beautiful."
Seeing Fan Tong innocently saying this compliment, Xiaolan didn't know whether she should blush or not.
"All the children in the village like you, but we don't dare to tell you," Fan Tong's voice was lowered, "because the aunt in the village said that a beautiful woman like you must be a ghost."
Xiaolan opened her mouth and reacted to this sentence for a long time.
She seemed to have captured a trace of the truth in the fog, but... it was like an illusion.
"Auntie?" Fan Tong saw Xiaolan lost in thought and waved his hand in front of her eyes, "Auntie, you won't be angry, right? Don't be angry with me. I don't know why aunties think so..."
Xiaolan figured something out, "What about the men in the village? What did they say? Aren't all the missing people men?"
"Men..." Fan Tong struggled to recall, "I didn't seem to have said anything... I feel like the men quite like you."
Xiaolan pursed her lips seriously.
This should be the reason why Huolian was framed by rumors spread by the women in the village.
She is a symbol of beauty and a curse.
Unexpectedly, it was because of this.
"But it won't kill me..." Xiaolan murmured to herself.
Fan Tong's face darkened and he said silently, "That's because, Auntie, your madness seems to have gotten worse after the prophet left. You see, you even stole..."
"Crazy?" Xiaolan heard another word that made her despair, "I'm not sick."
"You're fine now," the boy looked up and smiled, "but you were before... By the way, have you ever given birth to a child?"
What's the problem?
"Child?" Xiaolan's face fell.
"I heard them say that you also disappeared around the time when the prophet entered the high altar," Fantong pointed at Xiaolan, "some of them said that you had given birth to a child, but you didn't have any children, so I
I think they are bluffing me..."
Xiaolan was stunned.
Huolian's madness, the sacrificed prophet, the missing child...
It’s so terrible…
If it is really what I think, then all this is too terrible...