Mr. Bai occasionally appears in front of Xiao Wei in the form of holographic projection.

In Mr. Bai's words, he just wanted to take advantage of Xiao Wei's proximity to come over and take a few more looks. The numbness was the same as saying goodbye to the body, Xiao Wei was angry when he thought about it.

Fortunately, Xiao Wei, who had seen ghosts, was calm, but Mr. Bai's flashing of corpse-like deception still frightened many innocent villagers.

Thanks to Xiao Wei's explanation to everyone for a long time, everyone gave up the idea of asking a witch to exorcise ghosts.

The most depressed is Xiao Wei, who has received a bunch of useless little brothers, and Mr. Bai, who drops every day, has a headache.

The only thing that makes it good to be happy is that little Nima is back again, and she can do good deeds happily in the future, and Nima is much more obedient than Mr. Bai, so she won't make herself angry every day.

Xiao Wei now has to learn to adapt to the life here, he didn't belong here before, and a lot of common sense of life is different from the locals.

When he first came to Corn Village, Xiao Wei was very uncomfortable, although he had worked hard to adapt to life here.

The people in this village are very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that they are a little breathless, and the people here are very happy, so happy that they make Xiao Wei laugh, and they all feel that they are laughing so fakely.

This feeling of suffocation is like throwing yourself into a bottomless well.

However, after living here for a while, Xiao Wei also has a certain understanding of the folk customs here, and gradually understands their behavior.

This place is called Maize Village, a remote mountain village deep in the mountains of the Arima Empire, at the junction of the Dachen Empire and the Arima Empire.

The people here are simple, and many customs and traditions from ancient times are still preserved.

Arima Empire?

This name, which has made Xiao Wei's crotch hurt for a long time, is really not good, and I don't know what the person who named it thinks.

According to Xiao Wei's own thoughts, if the origin of Tianxiang City is because there is a legendary Princess Tianxiang, then the origin of the name of the Horse Empire may be because there was a very powerful horse in the past?

Immortal gasification turned into horses, terrifying. When Xiao Wei thought of this, he felt very cold in his heart.

Corn Village has recently introduced a number of new customs dictated by the Arima royal family, one of which is that every night, a bonfire must be held regularly.

Originally, I thought it was a small-scale custom such as roasting a sheep and a roasted potato, but Xiao Wei participated in it a few times, and he never wanted to go again. I even regretted staying in Corn Village to heal.

Every night, the regular gala held here gave Xiao Wei a headache, no, before Xiao Wei was mentally prepared, Cuilian came to her residence and knocked on the door again.

Through the door, Xiao Wei could already feel Cuilian's fiery passion.

"Do we have to participate in the evening event?" Xiao Wei asked very depressedly.

"No way, according to the regulations of the Arima Empire, it is the obligation of every citizen of the Arima Empire to participate in the bonfire party every night. Cuilian replied very seriously.

Xiao Wei was not calm for a moment.

Is it necessary to rise to the level of the state for such a small matter? When Defu bullied men and women, he didn't look at them to ask the state for help.

"I'm not feeling well, can I not go today?" Xiao Wei said as he pretended to cough.

"Can't!" Cui Lian instantly denied.

"Go, go, don't spoil the atmosphere of everyone, or your sin will be great. The old village chief who lived with him said.

There was no way, Xiao Wei could only bite the bill and go with Cuilian. In this place, even folk customs can be regulated, and I don't know if this is the happiness or sorrow of the villagers.

......

"Let's go, it's too late, and I won't be able to see the highlights. Cuilian took Xiao Wei's hand and ran to the square.

In front of you is a huge stage made of wooden planks. The corn village, where people are usually invisible, can only be gathered at this time.

I saw tables and rows of benches, neatly arranged, and the stars surrounded the stage like the moon. Looking up, I saw that on the colorful stage, there were red lanterns hanging in full bloom, which looked joyful; and then looked at the stage, several lotus seats had been placed, and the colorful lights decorated the stage particularly beautifully.

And in the middle of the stage, there is still a bonfire that has not changed for 10,000 years - this bonfire platform symbolizes hope, is the totem of fire, and the will of fire.

On and off the stage, everyone was full of red light, a look full of joy, and the people under the stage focused their eyes on the stage, that kind of expectant eyes, as if looking forward to the lottery lottery.

At this time, the rostrum was brightly lit, and the old village chief personally lit the torch symbolizing hope with a torch.

An old village chief, carefully holding the torch high, walked carefully to the bonfire stand in the middle of the stage step by step.

As he solemnly stretched out the torch to the center of the bonfire, he saw that in an instant, a bright flame rose into the air. The crowd under the stage erupted in a burst of cheers.

The old village chief walked off the stage dancing, and the flames burned more and more, like a galloping horse, and like a fire phoenix reborn in Nirvana.

As the fire looked up to the sky, on the black canopy, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, and this bonfire complemented each other, it was indeed a beautiful scene!

"On such a cold night, a fire drove away the chill from people's bodies, and instantly brought light and warmth, and this raging flame swept away the sediment of the old year and ignited the hope of the new year. The old village chief shouted.

Wasn't the old village chief still at home just now, why did he come here after such a while? Xiao Wei was stunned, isn't this the word he heard yesterday?

It is estimated that it has been said 800 times, and the old village chief will not change the words?

This red bonfire reflected everyone's smiling faces hot and red, except for Xiao Wei's face was black, because he was really embarrassed to watch.

There's no way, just be a guest, after all, it's also a traditional virtue to follow the local customs.

The uncles and aunts of Corn Village came on the stage one after another to show their unique skills. It's still the traditional old job, with bowls, skipping ropes, jiu-jitsu rolling lights, shaking bamboos, and spinning discs.

The audience cheered in an endless stream.

Xiao Wei saw them so happy, and he still felt strange in his heart,

"Are you really that happy?" Xiao Wei asked himself.

Looking at the happiness on their faces, Xiao Wei was a little envious, but why couldn't he be happy.

"I'll be on the pitch in a moment. Cuilian said suddenly.

It turns out that there is still her show today, no wonder she is more excited than usual today. Being able to perform on stage is probably the pride of every corn villager.

Cuilian pursed her lips and hunched her waist as she tiptoed onto the stage, slowly approaching the bonfire in the center with easy dance steps.

Suddenly, the flute sounded,

The skirt is flying, Cuilian's face is instantly full of charming smiles, like a dancing butterfly, lovely and happy, like a peony in full bloom, pretty and noble, like a fairy with flying flowers, extremely beautiful.

The flute is becoming more and more urgent, and Cuilian's posture is dancing faster and faster, her slender jade hands linger tactfully, her skirt flutters, and a pair of watery eyes like smoke want to speak.

The streamer is flying, and the whole person is like a flower through the fog, hazy and ethereal, flashing with beautiful colors, but it is so far away.

Such a wonderful performance made Xiao Wei's eyes shine, but at this time, none of the people in the audience applauded.

When Cuilian finished dancing this dance and finally walked off the stage exhausted, Xiao Wei hurriedly caught up with her and wiped the sweat that was as clear as Qionglu.

"You dance so hard, why doesn't anyone cheer for you, do you think you don't dance well?" Xiao Wei asked curiously.

I was very skeptical of the aesthetics of the villagers in Corn Village.

"There's no way, it's not a prescribed program stipulated by the Arima Empire, no matter how good the performance is, it's not allowed to applaud. It's nothing, as long as I jump out of what I want to do, I'm already happy. Cuilian replied lightly with a smile.

"You have a lot of horses. Xiao Wei said boringly.

Whether it is customs or entertainment, there are strict rules, but no matter whether the people here are hungry or not, whether they live well or not, there is such a strange system as the Horse Empire. It's jaw-dropping.

But is that really good?

Xiao Wei was immersed in the joy of others, and watched Cuilian's wonderful performance again, and gradually his mood became much better.

Why bother yourself? Everyone else is happy like a fool, but you are not happy.

"But is Auntie's performance so funny? I still think you dance well. Xiao Wei knew that his aesthetics were still fine.

"I don't think it's funny, but everyone else laughs, and it's always weird that I don't laugh. ”

People have a herd mentality, and when many people laugh, if they don't laugh, this is a very uncomfortable thing in itself.

Moreover, it will be regarded as an alternative. Even if the thing itself is not right, but everyone else does it, and if you don't do it yourself, it becomes your own fault.

......

Isn't this kind of atmosphere what you want? Moreover, if you don't do something about it, it will be too unpleasant.

"Nima, come out and collect the joy points. Xiao Wei felt that it was time for him to collect joy points.

In the moonlight, Nima floated out like a flower.

"Master, however, Nima didn't find any joy points here to collect. Little Nima stared at her with wide eyes.

"Are you broken again, you see how happy they laugh, how can there be no joy value. Xiao Wei tilted his head and looked at Nima and said.

"Nima isn't bad, there's really no joy here. Little Nima pouted and said aggrievedly.

"How could it be. Xiao Wei was even more skeptical.

"But, master, do you really think they're happy?" asked Nima with a pout.

Compared with Xiao Wei's spiritual perception, this Nima is stronger than himself, and his understanding of human beings is even more accurate and terrifying. Xiao Wei turned his face sideways and looked at the group of people who were smiling like fools, obviously so close, but he felt that they were as far away as a hundred thousand miles from him.

True joy comes from the heart and is present in action. At this time, these villagers in Corn Village are more like passively completing a task, they are not really happy, they are just trying to cater to a seemingly happy atmosphere.

Here, what the hell is going on?

"Probably. Xiao Wei turned his head to look at Nima and said.

So many people laughed like fools, but there was no joy to collect, that is, although they were smiling on their faces, they were not happy in their hearts.

Blind herd mentality, this is a kind of sadness in itself.