"Do you remember what that woman looked like?"

Swimming carp: ......

He looked at Yan Tian speechlessly.

Possession does not mean inheriting memories, which is very difficult for him.

Yan Tian bent his eyebrows: "Just kidding." ”

Having said that, Yan Tian secretly wrote this down in his heart.

"By the way, what do you know about the previous mountain god Niangniang."

You Li: "This person...... That's what I said. ”

He took out a yellowed book from the depths of the drawer, and looked at the pages as crumpled and old.

"This lady's story is recorded in the notes of the first priest, and I have to say that this family likes to write notes."

You Carp complained.

Yan Day: "...... That's true. ”

There are only a few sentences on the first page.

[Frequent floods in Qingshanzhai because the ancestors have some special magical powers, and as the eldest son, I have served as a priest......]

The latter is more general, probably some measures to build a dam to waterproof, as a priest, he prayed to the gods, and many other preparations.

These are more like memos.

You Carp quickly flipped through it, until he turned over most of the book, and finally had a little shadow of someone else, but these words were more surprising.

[Today I met a girl who was separated from her family, I took her back to the village, she is very different, talking, knowledge, appearance...... Unlike the other girls, I kind of like her. 】

Yan Tian felt that he had eaten a mouthful of melon: "You just said that every generation of priests here serves the river god, and the first generation is no exception, right?" ”

You Carp nodded, his eyes became complicated, although this body was not his own, but it was always strange to spy on the heartbeat of the ancestors.

Read on.

【…… Her name is Miao Miao, she has a cute name, she likes to draw, and everyone likes her very much......]

[I made her the favorite silver flower headdress of the girl in the village, I don't know if she likes it or not. 】

[I want to go to her today, but there have been a lot of affairs in the village recently......]

[There is a large sea of bellflower flowers on the green mountain, and I want to take her to see it. 】

……

"Your ancestor...... It's a bit of a love brain. ”

Yan Tian gave an evaluation.

Before that, the notes were all official and business statistics, until the appearance of this Miao Miao, and the back of more than a dozen pages were all her.

[Today, all the embankments near the village were washed away by the water, and all the surrounding houses were flooded...... With heavy casualties, we evacuated with the victims to the green hills...... Obviously we have done so many measures, and now they are all ruined......]

At this point, the writer was obviously in a heavy mood, and the pen was much heavier.

[After transporting the wounded, I am exhausted, there are very few people in the village, and there is a war outside...... It is said that it is a man from a small country who burns and loots outside... Everyone didn't dare to go out of the village to find Langzhong...... Several people died of their injuries......]

Yan Tian was stunned when he saw this line of words, this was the only one that mentioned outside the village among so many messages.

Small Nation ......

Yan Tian's brain made up for it, short and aggressor, like locusts transiting, must be scum.

[It's really tiring...... I met Miao Miao on the way, I don't know what happened to her, and I was soaking wet...... She suddenly threw herself into my arms and cried, saying that she wanted to go home. 】

[I didn't speak in a good tone at the time, saying that it was dangerous and unsafe outside...... She didn't care about saying that her family was outside and wanted to go home, I was very tired and a little sad, I could only say that there were many things in the village now that I couldn't send her home for the time being, and she was angry at me for the first time...... We parted ways. 】

"It's—"

Yan Tian saw the words that were repeated next to this passage and were full of remorse.

[I'm sorry... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry]

【……… I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry]

【…… I'm sorry...... I'm sorry ............]

At the end, there are many wrinkles, and there is a blood mark with fingerprints, like the unforgettable writing of the writer in the last moments of his life.

When the words came to his mouth, there was only one sentence left "I'm sorry".

Yan Tian and You Carp glanced at each other.

Something irreversible must have happened between the first priest and that Miao Miao.

Just as he was about to say something, Yan Tian frowned, sensing that the puppet in the bedroom was disturbed.

You Carp: "What's wrong?" ”

Yan Tian replied: "I have something over there, I'll talk about it next time." ”

With that, she quickly disappeared, pushed open the bamboo door and ran out.

You Carp was dazed by the other party's sudden movements, and then realized a detail that had not been discovered for a long time.

She was...... How did you come to him safe and sound?

There should be someone watching every room......

——

The personal maid held the candle lamp and called several times, seeing that the girl on the bed was still not moving, she hesitated in place, thinking of Aunt Wan's instructions or stepped forward, ready to pat her hand to wake up.

Just as her hand was about to touch the girl's shoulder, she met a pair of obsidian-like eyes, calm and waveless, a little terrifying against the background of the night.

Subconsciously took a few steps back, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the girl sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"Excuse me...... Can I help you? ”

Yan Day's sleepy eyes were hazy, and he had just woken up.

The maid took the candle lamp, put it on the small table next to it and said, "Aunt Wan said that the river god's robbery ceremony is about to be organized, and you, as a bride, should learn about sacrifices." ”

Yan Tian was a little surprised, they not only had to be "reserve grain", but also had to be temporary workers, this Aunt Wan knew how to squeeze people.

"Got it."

The maid led the way with a candlelight, and it was early in the morning, and it was still dark, and there was no one on the road.

She led Yan Tian to a separate garden, and in the center was a large house with candlelight flickering and faint figures walking back and forth.

Pushing open the door, the maid said to Aunt Wan, "The person has arrived." ”

The woman took the incense in her hand and bowed again and again, and then stuck it in the incense burner one by one.

"What are you calling us up in the middle of the night?!"

On the other side, Zhang Ke's hair was messy and asked in a panic.

Aunt Wan glanced at it, and her tone was disgusted: "It's unruly, it seems that it's a wise choice to call you over." ”

She paused, and then said: "There are sacrifices from this ceremony on the table, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all ready, so copy them." ”

Zhang Ke was incredible: "You called me up so early to let me copy the book." ”

Aunt Wan looked displeased, this was the second time Zhang Ke had refuted her.

He Su saw that the woman's face was wrong, and immediately pinched the other party's arm.

Equinox!

Yan Tian took the lead in sitting down, and the personal maid tacitly began to study ink beside her.

Holding the brush, she glanced at Zhang Ke and He Su, who were secretly competing, with her afterglow.

It's also strange to say, Zhang Ke clearly knew his identity, but he didn't tell He Xu, at present, this person's eyes are still plain when he looks at him, only thinking that Yan Tian is an aborigine.

(End of chapter)