With the crow of chickens, the silent hamlet comes to life.

The villagers seemed to have pressed the play button, and one by one they got up and went to work in the fields.

When Fang Xile woke up, he found himself on the ground, holding a knife in one hand and a long cut on his wrist, but fortunately, the bleeding had stopped.

“！”

Judging by the direction, depth and technique of the wound, this is her own stroke?

Fang Xile thought about it for a while, but he didn't cut his memory, and his last memory before he fell into a coma was looking at paintings.

Yes, I'm afraid they've entered the painting, so it's no wonder there's a yin aura everywhere here.

Yin and Yang Xuangong operate automatically, and Yin Qi is continuously transformed into True Qi and stored in the meridians.

But why did she scratch herself, and she still had no memory?

Fang Xile frowned, faintly feeling that something was wrong, she looked around, adobe walls, empty furniture, a few pieces of paper and a pen on the table.

Clue?

Fang Xile got up and carefully looked at a few pieces of paper repeatedly, a little puzzled.

Nothing was written!

Judging from this room, the owner doesn't look like a person who needs paper and pen, so these few pieces of paper with nothing written are placed here, which seems very abrupt.

"Ahh

A scream came from outside, interrupting Fang Xile's thoughts.

She hurriedly ran out, and saw Jiang Youwei and the three of them standing in place in a daze, while the screaming woman turned around and ran out.

"Lord Fang!"

Seeing Fang Xile, the three of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as if they had found the backbone.

Fang Xile nodded, and then ordered: "We are in the painting now, and we must be careful everywhere." ”

The three of them had solemn expressions when they heard this.

They walked out of the small courtyard together, and saw a group of people in the courtyard coming violently, and when they were halfway through, they were stopped by an old man.

The old man had great prestige among the villagers, and he calmed everyone down and walked towards the four of them.

It's early today!

Such a thought suddenly flashed through Fang Xile's mind.

Hey, why use the word today.

Don't......

“...... Remember to come back for dinner at noon. ”

As he spoke, the old man pointed to the crowd, and a swarthy and sturdy young man stood out from the crowd.

"I'll take you on a tour of the village!" said the youth.

"Lord Fang!" Jiang Youwei looked at Fang Xile strangely, why didn't he leave?

"I'm not going!" She still had something to verify, so she glanced at Jiang Youwei and the three of them, and silently made a careful lip shape.

Jiang Youwei and the three monks couldn't figure it out, so they had to follow Abu and visit the village together.

By this time, the crops had been harvested, leaving only the empty land, and the children picked up the stones on the ground and played with each other.

The older ones were already able to help the adults, and they picked up branches from the ground and took them home to use as firewood.

Jiang Youwei was stunned for a moment, this scene was inexplicably familiar.

At this time, he suddenly heard a noise, and Jiang Youwei identified the direction, coming from the village.

Hurriedly ran over with everyone.

I saw Fu Sanxing and his escort Wu Ming standing at the head of the village, as well as a few villagers, and the atmosphere between the two sides was tense.

"Fu San Gongzi!"

Jiang Youwei was overjoyed in his heart, shouted loudly, and then stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fu Sansheng was surprised, how could Jiang Zhutou be here, but now the situation is urgent, and it is not a good time to catch up: "We can't get out! The entrance of the village is sealed by something we can't see, and we can't get out even if we try many ways!"

Wu Ming protected Fu Sansheng and whispered: "Childe, maybe it's this group of villagers who are making trouble! I have always felt that something is wrong with the village, when you treated Village Chief Chen yesterday, he was obviously terminally ill, but today he is walking around like a person with nothing to do, isn't it strange!"

"And that Abu," Wu Ming continued, "he went up the mountain to hunt and rolled down the mountain, he had multiple scratches on his back, and he was bedridden yesterday, but today he actually said that it doesn't hurt, and he is not afraid that the wound infection will worsen." ”

Fu Sansheng sighed: "Don't talk nonsense, maybe the crop man has a strong body." ”

Although he said this, Fu Sanxing was also a little panicked in his heart, as a doctor, he knew the injury best, and it was indeed strange that someone who was seriously ill yesterday had fully recovered today.

Jiang Youwei listened silently, thinking in his heart about going back and reporting to Fang Xile.

"Third Prince Fu, is the entire village surrounded, are there any loopholes?"

Fu Sanxing and Wu Ming glanced at each other: "No, or let's look for it separately." ”

On the other side, the villagers and Abu also told them about the situation in the village, and after discussing it, they decided to go back to Village Chief Chen to find a way.

In Cliff Village, Village Chief Chen is their brain.

......

Fang Xile sat at the table, looking at the paper and pen in front of him.

Sure enough, as she had guessed, she had been in the painting for more than a day.

If she had found it before, she would have reminded herself tomorrow that the best option would be to find a pen and paper to write it down.

But why is there nothing on the paper? Could it be that someone has quietly taken it?

Fang Xile first thought of the villagers of Cliff Village, who had lived in the painting for a month, were they really still human?

But there are also places where it doesn't make sense, if they took it, why not take the rest of the paper and pen with it, anyway, she won't remember anything the next day.

And what did she scratch herself for?

Suddenly, Fang Xile's heart moved, if all possibilities were ruled out, the remaining one would be the correct answer, no matter how impossible it was.

That is, she did write the record, and the villagers did not take it, but the words on the paper disappeared by themselves.

The more Fang Xile thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

In addition to the people, animals and food, all the houses in this village are sketched in ink, and they are all painted by ghosts, so every night after they sleep, these things will return to their original places, back to their original places.

No wonder the villagers didn't notice anything wrong for so many days.

Because no matter what they did or moved that day, it would return to its place and become exactly what they remembered.

Fang Xile narrowed his eyes and looked at the wound on his arm.

She must have discovered the truth of the matter at the last moment, knowing that no matter what she recorded, it would disappear the next day, but she herself is not the person in the painting, and the injuries she has suffered will not be repaired automatically.

So, if you want to record everything, you can only use her blood for ink, and only her skin for paper!

Fang Xile found the container, slowly slashed his wrist with a straight face, and the blood rushed into the container.

Stained with blood, she wrote down her findings on her arm.

"I've been in the world for many days. ”

"Every time I wake up, I have amnesia. ”

"Things in the village will be restored automatically. ”

I don't know how many times she discovered the secret of amnesia before, and how many times she recorded it, but nothing was left, this time, she definitely didn't allow herself to be stiff anymore!