This is a huge attic, also called Taimen, Tailou, archway, towering in the middle of the avenue.

The top is a three-story tower pavilion, and the bottom is a passage two zhang high and three zhang wide.

Gray tiles and white eaves, colorful buildings and painted beams, exquisite and imposing.

On the top of the Taimen Tower, a huge golden bull's head was crowned with a silver bead, and its curved horns rushed straight to the sky.

Directly above the door, there is a blue-edged black-bottomed plaque with four golden characters written on it: "Guibei Miao Village"!

On both sides of the gate, there is a big man in a white coat and a black vest and a black skirt, with red edges on the vest and skirt, and a ruler firewood knife hanging on his waist.

"Big brother, is this the Miao Wangzhai?" Rong Anran stepped forward gently.

"Wang Zhai?" The other party smiled disdainfully, and squinted at Rong Anran: "Who are you?"

"My name is Rong Anran, and I'm here to find King Miao!"

"There's no Miao King here!"

Maybe it's because Rong Anran looks young and handsome, and with a sunny smile on his face, the other party's complexion is slightly better, but it's still a little cold.

"That'...... Big brother, who is the boss of your village?"

"Boss?"

"That's right, that is, whoever speaks counts!"

"Who counts?" The other party's eyes showed a fierce light, and he was even more vigilant: "Who are you, what do you want to do?" I saw him put his hand directly on the handle of the woodcutter.

"I'm just a passerby, I want to come here and learn some Gu techniques!" Rong Anran got straight to the point.

"Learn Gu art, come on, arrest him?" the strong man took a step back and pulled out some knives.

All around, more than a dozen young and strong Miao people suddenly surrounded them, and they tied up Rong Anran with all hands and feet.

Rong Anran did not resist and struggled: Perhaps, only in this way, can they see their king--

"Uncle Bao, why are you here?" Ah Wu was helping Li Jiayin to help Grandma relieve her pain, when she saw Ah Bao hurriedly walking in.

"Patriarch, we caught a spy!" After throwing Rong Anran into the firewood room, Ah Bao arrived here.

Although he knew that the patriarch couldn't tell him anything, out of respect, he still came to report first.

"Spy, what spy?" asked Awu.

"It's a Han person!" Ah Bao looked at Li Jiayin: "I said that I came to learn Gu art......

"Learn Gu Technique?" Ah Wu's eyes suddenly erupted with fire.

Yes, that color was not very polite at the beginning, and it was also said that he came to learn Gu arts?

Ah Wu ran out angrily, and returned to the room after a while, holding a firewood knife in his hand: "Uncle Bao, you take me!"

Ah Wu and Ah Bao spoke the local dialect, and Li Jiayin didn't understand it, but she saw Ah Wu angrily holding a firewood knife.

"Awu, why are you going?" Li Jiayin was a little worried, she was afraid that Awu would get into trouble, but she didn't dare to speak up, because she didn't heal Awu's mother's injury, she was here, basically had no right to speak, and it could even be said that she was living in semi-surveillance.

"It's none of your business!"

Ah Wu spoke to Li Jiayin for the first time, and rushed out after speaking.

Although Li Jiayin is unable to heal Grandma's injury, at least she is alleviating Grandma's pain every day, and Awu is still a little grateful in her heart.

"Say, who the hell are you!"

When he came to the firewood room, Awu gritted his teeth and pointed at Rong Anran with a firewood knife.

Rong Anran looked at Ah Wu lightly, expressionless.

"Awu, don't mess around!"

Ah Bao, who followed behind, was worried that Ah Wu really killed the other party.

Although China's policy toward minority nationalities is relatively relaxed, it is absolutely not allowed to kill people indiscriminately.

"Say, who the hell are you, what are you doing here!" said Awu, a little hysterical.

Facing the firewood knife that was about to touch his nose, Rong Anran did not have a trace of heart fluctuations, he didn't like others to point a knife at him, and directly looked outside the house.

"Boy, you'd better get acquainted, Awu's firewood knife is not a scare, don't blame me for not reminding me if you lose your life. Ah Bao cooperated with Ah Wu on the side.

Rong Anran's calm face put a smile on it again, he turned his head to look at Ah Bao lightly, and closed his eyes gently.

"You ......"

Awu is a kind girl after all, although she is hostile to Rong Anran, she has not lost her mind, she just wants to find out the origin of Rong Anran.

Rong Anran closed her eyes, leaving her at a loss, even if she raised the firewood knife, the other party couldn't see it, and she couldn't scare others.

"Bang--"

Ah Wu's firewood knife accurately grazed Rong Anran's trouser tube and slashed on the firewood stack where he was sitting.

What Awu didn't expect was that Rong Anran didn't even shake his eyelids......

"Ah Wu......" Ah Bao worried.

"Uncle Bao, didn't you say that he said that he was here to learn Gu art to you, and he can speak?"

"Of course!" Po nodded, "After putting him in the firewood room, he didn't say a word!"

"That'...... What to do?"

Ah Bao scolded in his heart: Bastard girl, why did you ask in front of others?

He made a gesture, and Awu understood that he was asking her to go out and discuss.

"Oh--" Ah Wu glared at Rong Anran, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, and stamped his feet and walked out.

"What should I do, Uncle Bao?" asked Awu as he moved away from the firewood room.

"I don't know......" Bao thought for a while: "Anyway, lock him up first, starve him for a few days, and see if he says anything!"

"Otherwise, just do him!" Thinking of Grandma, Awu hated it.

"This can't work!" Ah Bao directly denied: "The government has tried to build roads for us several times and develop tourism in our village, but we have refused, and the government is staring at our village!"

"What then? or ...... With fire, the firewood room was burned directly......"

"Well, that's a good idea...... But not now, no matter how good it is, let him confess. ”

Ah Bao stared at Ah Wu: "Don't mess around, the rules of the ancestors are based on kindness, and only by doing good can you accumulate virtue, if you kill the wrong person, it will harm our entire Miao people!"

"That--what should I do......" Ah Wu stamped her feet and cried, she hated!

Ever since her grandmother's accident, she hated everyone who wanted to come and learn Gu arts.

"Awu, what's wrong with you?" Li Jiayin asked looking at Awu, who walked in with tears stained and lost his soul.

Ah Wu didn't answer, just glared at Li Jiayin hatefully.

Li Jiayin is Han, Rong Anran is also Han, Awu directly transferred the hatred in his heart to Li Jiayin, and the original good impression of Li Jiayin is gone!

Li Jiayin smiled bitterly, she knew that it was useless for her to say anything now, and she would even put herself in trouble.

"He can speak, why didn't he answer me? Is he really not afraid of death?"

knew that Ah Wu seemed to be talking to herself, but she was actually talking to her, but Li Jiayin didn't respond, she didn't know how to answer, and she also knew that if she answered, it would be even worse and more troublesome.

"Grandma, can you tell me?" Ah Wu didn't think to find the answer from Li Jiayin's mouth.

"Oh--oh--"

What answered her was only Grandma's muffled voice......

"Hehe, am I finally dead? It's good to be dead, it doesn't hurt or feel bad!"

Jing Yaoying opened her eyes.

She didn't know how long she had been lying down, but she felt that as soon as she woke up, her body no longer felt unwell, and even very comfortable.

"Well, what's going on? Isn't there only a soul when you're dead?"

When a person dies like a lamp goes out, when he dies, there is nothing left, this is science, it is an atheist, but ......

Jing Yaoying first pulled her chest, then got up and carried her backpack: "Could it be that when a person dies, he can really bring his own things to the underworld?

"No, there's still the sun outside, don't those myth books say that the underworld is full of fog and there will be no more sun? Why do I see the sun outside?"

Jing Yaoying wanted to go out and confirm it, but when she was about to lift the tent and hang the curtain, she stopped—she was scared......

It is said that the most feared thing for ghosts is sunlight, and if I go out, I will ...... will be gone......

"I ......"

Jing Yaoying, who was accustomed to loneliness, felt the horror of loneliness for the first time, she let go of the hand that lifted the door, sat down in the tent, and cried silently......

"Rong Anran--"

Jing Yaoying was startled by her sudden voice: What's wrong with me? I'm already dead, why do I still think of him?

Jing Yaoying felt her hatred: Why do I hate him, but I seem to miss him very much? What's wrong with me? Could it be that he is my unforgettable?

"How could I do this? How could I ...... this?"

Jing Yaoying stared in shock, everything in front of her seemed to not exist, and in her eyes, there was only that hateful and smiling face......

Is there any point in hate? If you die, you die.

I don't know how long it took, Jing Yaoying finally came back to her senses, she looked back at her luggage, stood up, and decisively stretched out her hand to the door.

Dead is dead, what does it matter if the soul is scattered or not?

Is there any point in people living like the walking dead without direction?

"Hey--"

Jing Yaoying sighed deeply.

She really didn't know why she had to change jobs, and after changing jobs, why she wandered around inexplicably, with no goals, no reasons, and no ideas, she just knew to go out for a walk-go for a walk......

"If I were still in the army......"

In Jing Yaoying's mind, cute and familiar faces appeared: this is her comrade-in-arms.

"I miss you!"

Jing Yaoying's godless eyes revealed a glimmer of brilliance: "I miss you so much, are you okay?"

"Hell--"

Thinking about it, in front of Jing Yaoying's eyes, Rong Anran's figure appeared again.

She blinked fiercely: Whatever you want, it's time to go......

Jing Yaoying decisively opened the curtain...... The sun's rays shone directly on her.

"Huh?"

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't itch or it hurts, and I've been deceived by the myth book again.

Jing Yaoying, who was already ready to accept endless pain, looked at her hands in surprise again.

She couldn't see her face, but she could see her hands, because, now, she only had her hands bare.

The book says that ghosts cannot touch the sun, so they must return to a dark corner before the rooster crows three times, otherwise they will suffer endless torment.

The book also says that when a ghost is exposed to the sun, his body will be burned and the pain will be unbearable, until it burns to ashes and his soul is scattered......

But no, Jing Yaoying didn't feel burning, and there was no trace of discomfort.

What's going on?

Jing Yaoying turned around, and took a few steps back in horror again: "This ......"

Under the sun, Jing Yaoying saw her own shadow.

Didn't you say that ghosts have no shadows?

Jing Yaoying's brain was short-circuited......