Liu Wuxian glanced at the three companions and said, "Before I speak, can I ask, what is the time?" Year, month, day. ”

"Huh?"

The head of the regiment was stunned when he heard this, and the boy on the side looked at his watch and said lazily: "It's 84.6.25, and the time is half past eight in the evening, why are you asking this?" ”

"It's fine."

Liu Wuxian shook his head, this should be when Fushen Plain was 16 years old,

It has been about seven years since the memories of the Wanli Sealing Knife.

The four strangled corpses placed in the compartment, the figure of the rice cake figure in the field, the youkai song team escorting the headless girl, and the three faceless classmates in front of them...

What happened to this person in the Blessed God Plains?

"So, I'll get started."

Liu Wuxian picked up the manuscript paper that Fushen Plain put in the palm of his hand, lit the candle light, and read: "I'm afraid of the box, the open box is okay, if it's closed, I'm too scared."

Probably because of the experience as a child.

One day, my cousin Xiulai and I went into my grandmother's warehouse at night to explore.

There are a lot of things in the warehouse, old armor, worn farm tools, worn knives, bamboo basket benches and the like.

After exploring for a while, we felt that there was too much dust in the air, and it was uncomfortable to breathe, so we thought about leaving the warehouse.

While rummaging for the way, he found a square box placed on a chest of drawers.

The box is about half a meter long and is made of wood, and the surface is decorated with beautiful maki-e craftsmanship, which is very different from the dirty and messy warehouse.

As if attracted to the box, Hideyori and I took it down and put it on the ground, holding the lid on the top of the box and lifting it open.

only to find that there was a smaller box of the same style inside.

When it was opened again, it was still a smaller box.

Isn't this a matryoshka doll?

Thinking so, Hideyori and I opened all the boxes at once, and found that there seemed to be some handwriting on the bottom of the outside of all the boxes.

Skin, nails, hair, limbs, kidneys...

If you look closely, all the outer bottoms of the boxes have a part of the body written on them,

I felt an uncomfortable chill in the moment, but now it's itching not to open all the boxes.

Finally, I arrived at the last box, which was only about five centimeters long, and the word 'end' was thoughtfully marked on it.

At the bottom of it is written "Heart".

After opening the box, there was a piece of paper folded together,

Xiulai and I were disappointed in our hearts, and spread out the piece of paper, with the words "All of the above, I will go to collect it in the near future", and my sister's name was written on the back.

Soon, my sister Yuzuki disappeared, and the adults said that she was hidden in the mountains, but I knew that she had been taken away by something, and her head was missing.

Because of those boxes, only the word "head" did not appear..."

No head...

Liu Wuxi's mind instantly thought of the headless girl who was guarded by the singing team and was dressed in white and innocent, and the rice cake man whose head was inexplicably broken.

After hearing this strange talk, the other three companions seemed to be very uncomfortable, and their bodies were twisting around.

Compared to the weirdness and bizarre level of the strange story itself,

When Liu Wuxian recited the words on paper, his cold and indifferent attitude towards external things made them feel even more uncomfortable.

however

On the paper of the Plain of Fortune, the story continues,

"Now, I'm going to tell another weird story."

Liu Wuxian read the text: "When I was a child, I went back to the countryside to play, and my cousin Xiulai and I often ran around in the fields.

One night, we suddenly felt an unusual atmosphere.

'Strange, why did such a warm wind blow all of a sudden?' ’

As he spoke, he looked into the field in the distance, and because of the distance, he could only see something resembling a scarecrow on the other side of the field.

The thing was white, fixed in place, twisting and turning with the wind,

Hideyori said that it might be a new type of scarecrow placed outside by a house, able to sway with the wind.

As he spoke, the wind around him suddenly stopped, but the white 'scarecrow' in the distance was still writhing.

Without the wind, it is absolutely impossible for the scarecrow to move on its own, and the writhing amplitude is too great to be able to do it by normal people.

Driven by curiosity, Hideyori decided to pull out his binoculars to see what it was.

Since the telescope was his, I had to wait for him to finish it first, and then show me the telescope.

At this time, I suddenly noticed a change in Hideyori,

His face began to turn pale, he began to break out in a cold sweat and tremble, and the telescope in his hand fell to the ground.

I hurriedly picked up the binoculars, and was about to look at them when my father stopped me from rushing out.

'Don't look, don't look at that!' ’

Dad said this, anxiously asking me if I had seen it, and when he got a negative answer, he was relieved and took me and Xiulai back home.

I began to feel strange that the originally lively and active Xiu Yori did not say a word on the way home, and the expression of panic and despair on his face did not improve.

When he got home, he began to laugh maniacally and writhe strangely, like the one he saw in the field.

At such a close distance, the sense of fear he exuded was even stronger than it was at that time,

Grandma showed up and sighed and said, 'Xiu Yori still saw it, right?' ’

So, my grandmother told my uncle that Xiulai's condition could not be cured by ordinary hospitals, so she should stay in the countryside and let the elderly take care of her, because Xiulai would not be able to become a normal child when she went back.

After that, whenever I think of Hideyori, I feel sad, and then I occasionally hear a saying called "Scarecrow God",

Legend has it that in ancient times, there were also mentally ill patients, and the doctors who treated them were helpless against mental illness, so the villagers could only tie the patients to the scarecrows in the fields.

Because the person who is tied up is in a hurry to break free, he will wriggle around with all his strength,

In the end, it was impossible to avoid being left in the field by the villagers and left to fend for themselves.

Probably, what Hideyori saw was the legendary [Scarecrow God]. ”

When the strange conversation finally ended, Liu Wuxian looked at the three companions, only to find that the other three suddenly stiffened and did not move, and the candle flame placed in the middle of the floor of the room seemed to be frozen, and did not move at all.

A premonition came to his heart, and Liu Wuxian heard "He's awake!" in his ears. Doctor! He's awake! With a shout, consciousness was dragged up, and it returned to the pitch-black space again.

This time, it was Li Ang who was responsible for controlling the body of the Blessed God Plains to open his eyes.