I know that you have many questions to ask me, don't worry, I will answer them one by one.
Behind the ancestral hall is the big altar in the village, which is usually where the villagers pray to God for rain. The villagers decided to imprison Ran'er in the big altar and imprison him alive for three days and three nights. If Ran'er can come out alive, then
This shows that Ran'er is a true god descended from the gods. If Ran'er dies, he is a false god who would not regret his death.
At the same time, they began to deal with me and my children who had lost their protection.
They threw me into a dry well in the ghost forest and left me to fend for myself. But they didn't expect that three days later, Ran'er actually walked out of the high altar alive. They regretfully told Ran'er that I was in the ghost forest.
Missing, of course Ran'er didn't believe it. He searched in the ghost forest for a long time. Finally, he found me and our children underground.
I gave birth to our child.
I only have a five-month-old, newly formed baby.
My dead child.
The people in the village held a hypocritical funeral for my child. I kept silent about everything. Rumors in the village said that I was suffering from madness due to the stimulation, and the forest officially became a ghost forest. In fact,
All this is to tell Ran'er, don't believe my words, they think too much, I didn't say anything, I hope silence can make them let me go, I just want a peaceful life.
Ran'er and I just hid what happened during those three days from each other, but Ran'er started to grow older.
Except Ran'er himself, no one knows why, but Ran'er seems very calm about this rapid aging. I think this must be related to what happened in the big altar. I really want to ask him, but I am afraid that he will ask me about my fall.
Regarding the well, I was worried that he would do something impulsive, so I could only endure it and pretend that I didn't notice anything unusual.
Peaceful days always have an end.
Ran'er is getting older and weaker little by little. Although he is called the prophet of immortality, I understand that Ran'er is just an ordinary person who has been given a special symbol by the villagers.
When Ran'er was about to pass away, he told the villagers one thing related to those three days, and he only said one thing, that is, his blood can calm the soul.
He left me a bottle of prophet's blood, and then he passed away and died suddenly.
I knew very well that once Ran'er left me, this village would not be able to accommodate me, so I used the bottle of prophet's blood to exchange with the villagers for the opportunity to bury our family together. I originally planned to commit suicide on the night of burying Ran'er, so I
I asked the villagers to help bury our family of three together, but when I buried Ran'er, I discovered that my child didn't seem to be in the original grave.
I didn't look scared. In fact, I once again deceived them with my acting skills.
Yes, my acting skills are indeed very good, and so are yours.
For the villagers, the night of the wake was also the night when I, the "witch", was martyred. Everyone was afraid of being contaminated by my bad omen, so they turned off the lights early and rested. I returned to the cemetery alone and dug out the stone.
The child's coffin was right next to Ran'er. I opened the coffin, and sure enough, it was empty inside.
They didn't bury my child at all.
They took away my child.
I dragged out Ran'er's coffin. That night, my strength came from nowhere. I dragged the coffin into the ghost forest. Maybe it was fate. I found the building that I had never discovered before.
It was as if the hut was waiting for us. I held Ran'er's body in my arms for a long time. I just held him in my arms and watched the night turn into day, and the day turn into night again, countless days.
In the dark night, I was not hungry, sleepy, or even lonely. It wasn't until a gentle call sounded in my ears that I suddenly woke up.
Mother.
A voice shouted.
Distant and misty.
When I heard that voice, I noticed everything around me.
The seasons outside have changed twice.
I just sat there without eating or drinking, waiting.
But still alive.
It was only then that I discovered a ridiculous fact.
Unexpectedly, those villagers were really right.
I am not an ordinary human being.
A witch, a monster, something else, maybe a god.
I put Ran'er's body back into the coffin and stood up.
I know what I want to do.
I want my child back.
I returned to the village, and you know what happened next. Although I was unusual, I had no power. I followed the child's call and found the general location of the sound, but the villagers had been guarding the area for a long time.
The first time they caught me, they tortured me at the stake. When I was on the verge of death, the fire rack collapsed. It was God's will. I escaped from death, escaped back to the depths of the ghost forest, and entered the village for the second time.
When I was visiting, I met Er Mao. Maybe out of curiosity, he told me many things. I saw the first book in the ancestral hall. With Er Mao’s help, I...
"Why did you want to kill Er Mao?" Xiaolan listened to this long story and finally couldn't help but ask.
Huolian was standing in front of the bookshelf with the baby in her arms. She was facing the bookshelf. Xiaolan couldn't see her expression, but saw that her shoulders were slightly stiff for a moment. She turned around in silence, her face still had that look on her face.
A calm look.
"Alas..." She sighed, with an awkward smile on her lips, "I wanted to explain this matter to you later."
"So Er Mao was really killed by you?"
"It's me," Huolian lowered her eyebrows, "It's not me either."
"What's the meaning?"
Huolian stared at the swaddling clothes for a while and said softly, "Wait a moment and let me explain this point at the end, okay?"
This attitude is quite sincere.
Xiaolan began to feel that Huolian might really have some troubles.
Of course, the most important thing is that currently, I am on someone else's territory, forcing them to panic, and I will not end up with a good outcome.
Xiaolan nodded, "Okay then."
"After Er Mao died, I could only look for clues alone. I first thought of the bottle of prophet's blood that I personally gave away. Since the villagers had betrayed their oath, there was no need for me to abide by it. I was going to the village chief's house.
Looking for Ran'er's blood, there I met a loser."
Speaking of this, Huolian paused, her eyes instantly turned cold, she snorted coldly, and a cold smile flashed across her face.
"What happened to the rice bucket?"
Huolian shook her head slowly, and just as she was about to continue speaking, she paused, looked up at Xiaolan and said, "You must have seen him too, right?"
"A loser?" Xiaolan blinked and replied, "Of course I have seen that little boy..."
"No, I'm not talking about him when he was a child," Huolian said with a mysterious look, "I'm talking about him when he grew up. You should have seen him. He was the later village chief of Lianshui Village."