Zhang Wanli had a dream, and the dream was still in this village, but compared to the green mountains and green waters they saw, it was a completely different scene.

In the dream, there was a girl wearing an apricot-colored dress, half-squatting on a withered yellow grass. There were corpses of evil spirits all around, and she was covered in embarrassment, holding the ground with her hands, and her clothes were mottled with blood.

Then another man came from a distance, and the afterglow of the sunset was so bright that it was impossible to see his face.

The man approached the girl, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the tip of the girl's nose, and then, as soon as the girl looked up, handed over a string of bells with long nine-petal flower tassels.

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Immediately, the dream scene shifted to a mountain, where a tall pine tree fell into the shade, and four children sat under the tree and played with the house, overlapping the branches of the tree, pretending to make a small home, and finding some flowers to weave into a wreath and wear on their heads.

......

Then the place in the dream changed again, this time by the river, and it was pouring rain in the sky, and the river was flooding and a stone bridge had been washed down, and on the hillside far away from the river bank stood a group of old men, wearing hats and carrying hoes and baskets in their hands.

......

The last dream is the harvest season in this village, where the farmers on the back of the golden ears of rice are harvesting in clusters, and children are playing with each other on the ridges.

......

This is not actually a dream, but a memory of the people in the mountains in the past. Time passes, the past people are gone, and maybe no one can know them anymore in the end, but every place they have walked and every place in their lives will always and forever, leaving traces of their existence.

When the spiritual cultivator enters the mountain, these traces will gradually be revealed, because many of those who have passed away do not want their good memories to be drowned by the years, they want someone to know, someone to remember, and in this way, they put the unforgettable past in their dreams.

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When she woke up again, Zhang Wanli was in the inner room of the wooden house. The light shone in through the window, and the sound of rain falling into the puddle from the eaves was in my ears. It seems that it is time for dawn.

She rolled over and got out of bed, the pain of the impact was gone, and the scratches on her wrists had been treated.

"Sister Wanli, you're awake!" Lin Xi trotted over, completely different from after being scared last night, and it seemed that he was fine.

"Hmm", Zhang Wanli looked at the empty room, "What about the others?" ”

"The old man is going to the field to grow vegetables, and the other tourists have gone down the mountain and want to go out, so the little brother and some spiritual cultivators have gone to persuade people."

After the closure of the mountain, no one can get out, and for ordinary people, it will be risky to act casually. Fortunately, Shen Ling followed.

"What happened last night?"

Zhang Wanli really wanted to know who was outside the house yesterday, who could act alone on a night when ghosts were rampant, and he must be a spiritualist with outstanding ability.

The little girl looked embarrassed: "I also woke up at dawn." ”

Zhang Wanli looked at the clock in the room, and at this time the hour and minute hands changed positions, pointing to eleven o'clock, but they still did not move. However, if you calculate it this way, you are now in the moment of the sun within the yang, and the general ghost will not choose to come out at this time.

"You stay in the house, I'll go out and have a look."

At this time, it was drizzling outside the house, and Zhang Wanli was not as particular as an ordinary girl, so she went out in the rain.

This village is beautiful, without the hustle and bustle of the city, like a paradise. One more smoke and rain is quite a bit of Jiangnan. The long mountain road winds its way, and the pear trees grow along the avenue to the high mountains, and the new leaves are like emeralds, forming a patch of turquoise. If it's pear blossom season, it may look good.

Walking to a corner, a black figure appeared in her peripheral vision, Zhang Wanli turned her head, and saw a person wearing a black windbreaker, hair like ink, eyes like night, and behind her was a green mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. Holding an umbrella, he walked through the ink-painted landscape, walked up to her, and covered her from the rain.

"If you don't bring an umbrella, let's go together."

The man looked very kind, but he spoke coldly. Zhang Wanli subconsciously wanted to walk away, but she looked up and saw the side face of the man in the daylight, and suddenly thought of the man from yesterday, who looked a little similar.

Although she really wants to know who the person was yesterday, she can't say things like "Did you save me yesterday?"

"Thank you." She politely replied, "What do you call it?" “

The man was stunned for a moment and said, "Si Yu Nian."

Zhang Wanli originally thought that he would also ask for his name in courtesy, but Si Yunian didn't, so the two of them walked all the way quietly. Fortunately, the rain became louder, so that even if the two of them didn't speak, they wouldn't be too embarrassed.

Later, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the umbrella was about to be unable to stop people, so the two found an eaves to shelter from the rain. There were already three people standing on the opposite side under the eaves, one of them looked upright, unsmiling, and looked extremely serious, that was Shen Yi, that is, Shen Ling's brother; There was a person next to him who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looked like a scum, it was Fu Jinfan; There is also a girl, wearing a white dress and a slender figure, who is a newcomer who followed Fu Jinfan, but not from Nanshan, called Gao Qianyin.

"I'm sorry, I'll miss you first." In fact, Si Yunian kindly helped herself with an umbrella, she shouldn't have hung people there directly, but ...... The two of them didn't have a topic to talk about, which was really embarrassing. It's not appropriate to bring him over to see Shen Yi and them.

Without waiting for Si Yunian to answer, she walked briskly towards Shen Yi and them.

Si Yunian looked at her back, and a faint smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth......

Zhang Wanli met with Shen Yi, only to know that they had fought with the ghosts here yesterday.

"Before I came, Mr. Zhang said that many families in this mountain have been suffering from serious illnesses in recent years, and the ghosts who want to make trouble should be very dangerous, but judging from the situation of yesterday's fight, the ghosts we encountered are not very aggressive." Fu Jinfan helped his glasses, "As for the white-haired ghost with burns on your face, we haven't met it. ”

Shen Yi saw the gauze wrapped around Zhang Wanli's wrist, "Did you fight that white-haired ghost?" “

Zhang Wanli put his hands behind his back, "It's not a fight, it's just a meeting." She recounted what had happened last night.

Fu Jinfan smiled and teased: "I'm still young, I can't fight a fight." “

”......“

Zhang Wanli didn't want to deal with him at all, and when she said this, she turned around and found that Si Yunian was gone, leaving only an umbrella, which was left in the corner alone.

After a while, the rain stopped, and they decided to ask the local villagers about what had happened in the village in recent years.

They knocked on the door of the house, and out came an old man with gray hair and a hunched back.

"Grandpa, we are tourists from out of town and want to know about the local history here."

The old man let them in, and as soon as he knew that someone wanted to know about it, he began to talk endlessly. He told them how poor the place used to be, how hard it was for the children to study at that time, and how lonely the old people who stayed behind in the village now that the children had gone outside.

They went several more times, and found that the contents of each host were roughly the same, as if they had been discussed. However, this is also normal in the spiritual gate, and it is commonplace.

"The people here are all saying the same, and they can't find any clues." The high-pitched voice is gentle and soft, and it sounds like a coquette.

"There's a clue."

The three of them glanced at Zhang Wanli.

Zhang Wanli said: "Do you still remember the Jiang family in their mouths? “

Half of the people in the village are surnamed Jiang and half are surnamed Lin, and they especially mention the Lin family in Banpokou and the Jiang family in Xiaoxinfang. mentioned the Lin family because his son married a beautiful daughter-in-law, and mentioned the Jiang family because his family had a champion.

"The children in our village are very powerful, all of them have been admitted to good universities, especially the Jiang family in Xiaoxinfang, his granddaughter Jiang Liran is the first champion here, that girl is smart, she has been the best in the grade since she was a child, and she is obedient, and then she ......" When those people mentioned the girl, their eyes were full of joy, and they all said that she was the pride of the village.

"Any questions?" Fu Jinfan asked.

"The owner of the small new house has never mentioned Jiang Li Dye."

The family where Zhang Wanli was last night was a small new house, and the old people were hospitable and very warm to them, greeting them and introducing them to this place. It stands to reason that there is a champion in his own family, and it is impossible not to mention it.

Maybe...... This Enashi Dye Association is related to the Ghost Rebellion.

Shen Yi frowned and said, "Go to Xiaoxinfang to have a look." ”

......

Zhang Wanli took them back to the small new house, and just after a corner, he saw a bunch of people standing on the road at the door from a distance - it was those tourists from yesterday, but there were fewer people. Shen Ling stood in front of the crowd and said something, and Lin Xi was playing with flowers and plants on the side of the road.

There was also a tall man standing next to him, leaning against a pear tree, holding his hands, dressed in a black trench coat.

Is that....... Si Yu Nian.