After everyone had disappeared, they even felt very anxious, and even couldn't help but have an unreasonable premonition - did they really enter the house?

Have you already secretly left?

- Maybe they all walked out of the courtyard at the back of Lao Li's house, and they didn't notice it?

The silence of the night seemed to magnify this anxiety countless times.

An indescribable sense of patience and manic depression was frantically eating away at their bodies, and in this extremely intense silence, Ah Window, who was hidden in the jungle, couldn't help but straighten up slightly.

He began to have severe auditory hallucinations, and a voice kept urging him to catch up and see what the villagers were doing.

He turned sideways, wanting to ask the others about this, and when he wanted to ask if he wanted to follow and take a look, he was suddenly covered by Yuan Yuxue.

Yuan Yuxue seemed to sense the action he wanted to open his mouth just now, and quickly covered his lips.

Turning slightly sideways in the darkness, he made a slight gesture to Ah Window.

"Shh

He said silently.

Ah Chuang came to his senses in an instant.

His face suddenly turned extremely untimely red in this extremely dark silence, and he felt the extraordinarily soft place between his lips and teeth, which was Yuan Yuxue's palm.

It seems that because he has been in the cold night for too long, the boy's skin is slightly cooled by the cool breeze.

Compared with the normal body temperature of humans, it is extremely obvious and attention-grabbing.

Ah Chuang's face turned even redder.

He wanted to tell Yuan Yuxue a little nonsense, he knew, and realized that he couldn't speak, so he just nodded his head slightly.

And this kind of action also made his lips rub slightly against the other party's soft skin more obviously, and such an accident even shocked Ah Window. He looked a little stunned, froze in place, looked very pitiful and distracted, and the heat on his lips began to become more obvious.

Although Yuan Yuxue noticed that the other party's cheeks were simply red and a little weird, she didn't think of anything. After receiving Azuku's assurance, he withdrew his hand extremely quickly.

It's just that it was still discovered, and the people next to him noticed this scene.

The suit frowned slightly, and turned his head a little strangely to look at Yuan Yuxue and Ah Window.

glanced at Yuan Yuxue again.

He didn't know if it was not a big deal, and suddenly opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something-

Yuan Yuxue tilted her head slightly, and before she could step forward to stop him, she suddenly heard the sound of Lao Li's door being opened.

Those villagers are out!

The leader is Lao Li, whose face is still too weirdly calm. Walking in the front, the wooden door was dismantled, freeing up a large piece of space.

Walking behind him were eight slightly stronger villagers, who picked up the coffin and walked out step by step.

The paulownia coffin has been sealed and nailed to death with several extremely long nails, and the special shape of the coffin fits incomparably well, and there is no possibility of being opened.

The players held their breath slightly, but when they first looked at it, they felt that the shape of the coffin was a little strange.

The paulownia wood on it seems to have been violently rubbed, and some of it has lost color.

And the width and glyph were also very strange—they could almost see at a glance where the strange coffin was.

They carried the coffin backwards.

The atmosphere seems to have become even more eerie, and the players lie dormant in the shadows, silent.

The coffin seemed to have sunk too much.

The eight sturdy villagers who were carrying it firmly grasped the square wooden pole tied to the coffin and pressed it on their shoulders, although their expressions did not change much, they walked step by step, and the footprints on the dirt left a very clear and deep imprint.

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Anyone who is a keen observer will be able to spot this anomaly.

It's just that they quietly hibernated to the side, watching the villagers carry the coffins and walk out, and the villagers who followed behind them also walked out in line.

They had all changed their clothes, and they were dressed in white cloth, and they were dressed in mourning clothes, and they had white cloth wrapped around their heads and hands. And they also hold some common mourning instruments in their hands, such as suona, pan flute, xun, cymbals and other instruments.

In the village at night, the village is so silent that almost no sound can be heard.

The players thought that when such an instrument was played, it would inevitably resound through the sky, and it would wake up the nearby villagers.

Maybe they don't come out tonight, and they can hear the sound of mourning.

It was only when the players stared intently that they realized that although the villagers' mouths touched the instruments and their hands began to play music, in fact, it was as if their body parts had been knocked on cotton.

They didn't hear any crisp sounds about the music playing.

But the expressions of the villagers were very hard-working, as if someone's lips were blowing the mouth of the instrument, and their cheeks were constantly stirring, even as if they were working too hard, and their cheeks began to blush slightly—if this was just acting, then the villagers who had not been trained in acting courses would be too real in this regard.

Players almost always think that they are deaf.

It was only when they looked at each other, and saw the bewildered look of their companions, that they were more inclined to the sound of the villagers, although they were indeed playing...... As far as they are concerned, they may not be heard.

A long procession stepped forward, and the villagers carrying the coffins cleared the way, while the others followed behind with cheering music, forming a procession that spread like a snake.

Some of the villagers, who were not holding musical instruments, seemed to follow them idly.

Soon, however, what the players observed in the rear was that the empty-handed men had taken over from the villagers who had been responsible for carrying the coffins. Several people rotated very diligently, and the coffin was shaken, up and down...... Generally speaking, the coffin cannot be put down on the way to carry the coffin, and landing on the ground is a sign of some kind of bad luck, but in the face of such many abnormalities, this taboo seems insignificant.

This may also just show that the coffin is indeed very heavy.

It sank so that all eight of them were exhausted by their strength.

Almost everyone has their own work, so it seems that the most relaxed is the three members of the Lao Li family.

There was no sadness on their faces, just staring straight ahead.

As the relatives of the owner of the coffin, they accompanied the coffin, and walked forward step by step, diffusing into the dark night.

It's too close.

Can't go out and keep up yet.

Players are especially wary at this time, until the eerie funeral procession "blows" the musical instruments and slowly steps forward, and the last person in the procession is hidden in the night.

As long as it was a little later, when they were afraid that they would be completely thrown away, Xiao Gao appeared and followed first.

Not found.

The breathing of several people became extremely slight and slow.

It was also at this time that players discovered that they were worried about losing - it was not easy to lose it.

Who told them to be able to clearly see the clear footprints left by the villagers carrying the coffins on the wet and soft soil.

The footprints were indeed clearly visible, and even veteran players with some reconnaissance skills were able to analyze the number of people in the team and the ages and heights of several villagers through the footprints.

Yuan Xuxue's gaze also fell on those footprints.

The eyelashes trembled slightly.

And under his gaze, the suit suddenly squatted down.

The suit is a particular person, and it usually seems to have some cleanliness and other particular problems.

But in the process of carrying out the task, he didn't seem to care about these, and at this time, he took out his hand and gently touched those footprints.

Suddenly, he frowned.

Casually wiped the dirt off his hands, the suit happened to see Yuan Yuxue looking at him, paused slightly, and then told him with his mouth-

"The footprints are damp."

He said.

Although Jinyin Village is adjacent to the lake, Lao Li's house is actually in the interior of the village, and there is no river around.

There has been no rain in the past few days, and it is not in the south of the country, so such wet footprints are actually rare.

It was as if the villagers had just swam out of the river, drenched in water and soaked in water, and the soles of their shoes were soaked to leave the traces of being washed by the water.

But they could see clearly in the night just now, and the bodies of those villagers were all dry.

And when I touched the suit, I not only felt the dampness, but also smelled an extremely strong fishy smell from my hands.

Even if it was Yuan Xuxue and the others, they soaked in the river for a long time that day, and when they came ashore again, they didn't have such a strange fishy smell on their bodies.

The smell can almost only be found by fishermen who go out to sea all year round, or fish market vendors who sell fish for their livelihood.

Obviously, none of the previous villagers met.

This strangeness was quickly suppressed by the suit.

Although they knew that there was something obviously wrong with the villagers, in fact, they always had to keep up.

In order to avoid detection, players are really careful.

It was so far away from the funeral procession that it was only when the footprints that gave them invisible directions suddenly disappeared that the players felt a little tricky.

The clear footprints left by the villagers carrying the coffin suddenly seemed to have evaporated from the world.

Yuan Yuxue seemed calmer than usual.

He gestured to the other players and walked to the front.

…… From the air, Yuan Yuxue caught the slightest hint of the strange fishy sweetness of the water.

The road ahead is not easy.

It was steep and muddy, and countless weeds grew out of the suddenly fertile soil.

They are surrounded by weeds, and those tenacious creatures that can't tell the difference between them grow straight to the height of a person, which is convenient for players to hide their shape, but it is always too much to hide their vision.

What makes players especially uncomfortable is that although they are not like Yuan Yuxue and Xiao Qi, who have visited the entire village for mission reasons, they still have a clear understanding of the general terrain.

But this path felt very strange to them, as if they had never seen it in the gold and silver village.

And the players' sense of direction is not bad, at this time, even if they only follow Yuan Yuxue, they can vaguely feel that they seem to be walking in the direction of Yincun-

Are those who are mourning going to Silver Village?

Their hearts sank slightly.