The panicked Shichima climbed halfway and fell, looking at the bronze giant tree under the moonlight, his heart was shocked, and his consciousness was hazy and he forgot how he returned to the village after that.

Seven fled back to the door of the house where they had stayed before, and passed out at the door without knocking for help. When he got up the next morning, the man rescued him, and after learning that he had been to the east of the village at night, he didn't dare to take him in anymore, and gave him a few steamed buns to urge him to leave.

Later, during the day, Shichima returned to the place where the bronze tree in the east of the village had appeared, and it was empty, and there was really nothing.

Seven rooms are completely blinded, could it be that everything that happened last night was a near-real dream, there was no bronze giant tree at all, he had hysteria, and all the things he experienced overnight were his own fantasies?

No, when Shichima returned to the village in despair, a funeral procession passed by. He didn't even notice the oncoming funeral procession, stumbling down and almost hitting the coffin.

The person who helped the coffin happened to be the one he knew, the hostess of the house. At that time, she was holding the black and white photo of the deceased in her hand, and the person in the frame, Hao Ran, was the male owner of the family.

How is it possible, he was personally kicked out by him when it was almost noon, the male owner was very evasive, but the person was the best. When Qijian bumped into the funeral procession, he was still carrying a few steamed buns from the male owner in his arms, but it was only in the afternoon, and the male owner left like this, so he couldn't accept it.

"What kind of illness, why did you go all of a sudden?" Shichima's emotions were a little out of control, clutching the woman tightly, his eyes fixed on the picture frame in front of her.

"Sudden...... Suddenly dead, it was fine at noon, but not long after eating, he suddenly screamed, and the person was gone. The woman cried and cried, and an elderly mother-in-law on the side looked at Qijian, dressed as a foreigner, and grabbed the woman and motioned for her not to say more.

Sudden death? Watching the funeral procession fade away, a horrified thought flashed through his mind, and Shichima clearly remembered the scene on the branch last night, and remembered the inscription on the bronze tree.

The time and year indicated by Han Li in the inscription is this year, and the month and date are not exactly today?

While a few ignorant children who were following behind the funeral procession rushed past as if they were busy, Shichima jerked one of the children over and asked, "Tell me, what is the name of the man who died in that family, tell me quickly?" ”

Perhaps it was because Qijian's expression was too fierce at that time, and the child was startled, and wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, so he had to reply tremblingly: "Zhu... Cinnabar... Cun, Zhu Cun. ”

Shichima let go of the child weakly, and the child screamed and hurriedly ran away from the plague, and fled without looking back, along with a group of friends.

Left an empty street, as well as seven rooms on the street.

Zhu Cun, Zhu Cun! Seven of them were so stunned that they kept chanting the name, and the word "Zhu Cun" was the name of the person he saw on the bronze branch last night. Seven didn't even know that the male owner of the family he lived in before was called "Zhu Cun", but now that they are connected, doesn't that line of inscription refer to his name and the date of his death?

Over the years, as I grew older, Qijian never forgot the strange incident that happened in that small village in Xiangxi at that time.

Over the years, the Seven Houses have not forgotten to collect clues about the records of that out-of-the-world village, in a vain attempt to find out what happened in the village back then.

Scraping it together, I roughly knew the bits and pieces of information I knew about the bronze giant tree.

It doesn't appear every night on the hillside to the east of the village, and the existence of the bronze giant tree is evidenced by the reproduction of the village chronicles and the diaries of people who have visited the village in history.

The description of the bronze tree is invariant: it was a night with a very round moon, the moonlight covered the road, and the light under the tree was dim because of the obscuration of the foliage.

It can be inferred that the bronze giant trees appeared on the night of the full moon.

Everything was so coincidental that Shichima just bumped into the point in time when it was supposed to appear, saw the inscriptions left on the branches, and witnessed the doomed death of a man for several miles.

This somewhat alleviated the guilt in Nanachi's heart, and Shichima said: "At that time, I thought it was all my fault, because I stayed at his house, and I didn't listen to the child's advice, and I went to the east side of the village at night and saw the tree. It was all this that led to the death of his father. ”

When the story of Shichima was finished, the listeners fell silent, and the most ugly face was Strathman.

After a long time in a trance, and everyone didn't shake off that strange feeling, Strathman said leisurely: "So, what you just saw is probably my date of death?" ”

The fat man jumped out and denied it for the first time, even if the month and day can be exactly the same, but the year can't be the same, right? Isn't this going to be stillborn, so who is this old guy in front of you now?

July also nodded in agreement with the fat man's claim, denying that the date on the bronze cone was Strathman's death.

The events of that year left an indelible shadow on Shichima's heart, and throughout the story, he smoked at least five cigarettes, with cigarette butts scattered on the ground.

Shichima pinched out the cigarette in his hand, coughed violently twice, and said, "No, I was nervous at the time, the whole branch stretched out very long, and what I saw was probably only a part." Now that I think about it, if the branches of the tree are describing a person's life, from the moment of birth to the moment of entering the earth. Then, the inscription on the end of the branch that I didn't have time to look at carefully should be his birthday. ”

The words instantly pierced Strathman's heartstrings, and his pale face stiffened and twitched twice.

The fat man didn't seem to notice the change in Strathman's expression at all, and thought to himself: "That's easy, let's dig out the awl and see what's engraved underneath, won't we?" ”

Zhu Beichen was a little annoyed, it was unacceptable for this kind of thing to happen to anyone, and shouted angrily: "Fatty, what nonsense are you talking about." ”

Ning Yun also said: "The dog really can't spit out ivory in his mouth. ”

July was meticulous in his observations, and he was worried that Strathman would think that the potential suggestive effect of psychological factors on the body was very strong.

July kindly comforted: "Perhaps, there is really a word on that end, maybe the year of death is a thousand years later, right?" ”

Facing the strong hostility around him, the fat man felt a chill in his heart, and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm clumsy." The mouth of the beautiful sister is sweet. ”