I'm not sick! So do my other personalities!

Hearing this, Liao Yonghong nodded solemnly, suddenly thought of something, and immediately said: "This phenomenon seems to be somewhat similar to the situation where the world is infected by a 'digital virus'!"

"Those who gain knowledge of the future are like us Compatibles."

"And those villagers possessed by our consciousness are equivalent to the infected people in 2127."

"Could it be that our era was just a past history of an advanced civilization?"

After hearing this speculation, Shao Yuzhi shook his head slightly and said very seriously: "I don't know."

"All the inferences about advanced civilization in the world, so far, are only conjectures without any evidence."

"In addition, there are loopholes in your statement."

"If these villagers whose consciousness we occupy are equivalent to infected people."

"So, if an ordinary villager in this era is infected with the 'digital virus' and becomes a real infected person, what does this real infected person mean?"

Liao Yonghong frowned and thought rapidly, but for a moment he couldn't think of any words to answer and couldn't help but be speechless.

But after pausing for a few seconds, he suddenly guessed: "Maybe, in this era, there will be no real infected people?"

"When I inquired about the news from Yue Ju just now, the other party did not mention any information related to the infected people."

"Besides, this village is so backward, so the number of people is not very large."

"If an infected person really appeared, the entire village would have been destroyed long ago!"

Shao Yuzhi frowned, thought about it carefully, and nodded quickly: "It's possible."

"If this is the case, then we are the infected in this era."

“According to this idea, the spread of ‘digital virus’ may not be spread from person to person at all; it may be spread through ‘dimensions’!”

"The reason why we are able to come to this era is because of the time and space tunnel."

"This space-time tunnel is a way to spread the 'digital virus'."

"However, even so, the situation in this village is still different from the global infection by the 'digital virus'."

"The most special thing is that we are intelligent."

"And those infected in 2127 are more like empty shells."

"Compared to the infected, our current level of intelligence is even far greater than that of these normal villagers. If we must make an analogy, in fact, we are more like the 'digital rain' of 2127!"

Liao Yonghong nodded thoughtfully and did not continue the topic. Instead, he said: "I have already inquired about the blacksmith shop. Where should we go next?"

Shao Yuzhi thought for a while and said, "Go to the village chief's house and have a look."

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I don't know when the fog started to appear in the village. The fog was so wet that it obscured the view.

The black-clothed envoys and observers shuttled through the narrow alleys, running away one step at a time. There were footsteps behind them, and there were many people chasing them.

The two of them were covered in blood at the moment, and warm blood was constantly being sprinkled along the way.

As time passed, their physical energy began to be consumed rapidly, and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

"They're there!"

"Hurry up!"

"Throw stones, quick!"

"We'll catch them soon, hurry up!"

Seeing the official ghost members chasing behind him, the messenger in black suddenly said in a dull voice: "We are injured now and cannot escape far!"

"There are two options at the moment: The first option is to escape to the village chief's house!"

"The second option is to lead them to the coffin shop!"

The observer quickly replied: "Go to the coffin shop!"

"There have been quite a few people going to the village chief's house in the past two days. There are probably official members among those people."

"We haven't been to the village chief's house yet, and we certainly don't have as much information collection and understanding there as the official!"

The messenger in black nodded, then no longer hesitated, immediately turned around and fled quickly towards the coffin shop.

Observers followed.

The crowd chasing after them also quickened their pace, clinging to the two of them.

Soon, they ran into a vast courtyard.

This courtyard is the largest they have ever seen in this village, covering almost six or seven acres. The courtyard walls are made of earth and are a little higher than ordinary earth walls. There is no plaque on the door, only a faded wooden door inserted next to it. A colorful flag with small seal characters written on it: Guan's longevity.

Unlike other courtyards that are open no matter how big they are, this courtyard is entirely covered with a straw shed, blocking out the skylight.

Under the thatched shed, crooked wooden poles supported the roof above.

The material of the roof is straw mat, which is very finely woven, and it can be seen that it has been renovated from time to time to maintain the effect of keeping out wind and rain.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the light suddenly dimmed. At the same time, a biting chill, like a snake and an insect, silently climbed up his spine.

In the groggy courtyard, coffins of different styles and colors were scattered on the ground.

The cold wind, filtered repeatedly by the straw mat, turned into a weak air current, blowing the white mist that seeped into the courtyard, and blew past the many coffins, letting out weak sobs.

This sob mixed with the current environment seemed to have a heavy gloomy color.

The messenger in black and the observer rushed into the coffin shop one after another!

The two of them glanced at the coffins on the ground and were about to escape further into the coffin shop when they suddenly stopped and stopped a few steps into the coffin shop.

Next to a thin wooden coffin in front of them, stood a thin figure.

The other person looked to be about seven or eight years old, with a slender and frail figure, like a child recovering from a serious illness. He was wearing ragged clothes and looking at them with cold eyes.

The moment the two sides' eyes met, the surrounding environment changed instantly.

The howling north wind, which had just been blocked by the courtyard for most of its noise, suddenly became stronger again.

The ceiling above the coffin shop rose and disappeared at some point, turning into a deep sky. Above the sky, the bright silver moonlight poured down, spreading frost all over the ground.

The numerous coffins on the ground turned into simple thatched houses.

The black-clothed messenger and the observer subconsciously looked behind them. The door they entered had disappeared at some point.

The chill surged and surged.

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In the west of the village, outside the "Guan's Shoucai", several well-decorated villagers rushed towards the house in a menacing and shouting manner. When they saw clearly the courtyard in front of them and the small flags stuck beside the courtyard door, they stopped immediately and quickly formed a group. A formation that is convenient for dealing with crises.

A villager with dark skin and a khaki belt around his waist frowned and said, "This is the coffin shop in the village!"

Another villager wearing cattails nodded and said quickly: "This place is a bit weird."

"We'd better not all go in!"

Before he finished speaking, the official ghost responsible for chasing the black messenger and observers had arrived. Upon hearing this, he immediately said: "127! 093! You two, stay guard outside."

"Others follow me in to check the situation!"

"Remember, if we don't come out for a long time, we should go back and report to Team Liao immediately!"

With that said, the official ghost gave his companions 5 seconds to prepare. After leaving two men who reported the news, he immediately led the others into the coffin shop.

The ajar door was pushed open, and in the dim courtyard under the thatched shed, coffins were scattered all over the ground, seemingly casually.

The courtyard was very quiet. There was no one in the coffin shop, and there was no trace of the black messenger or observer.

The ghosts noticed that although this was a coffin shop, the coffins inside were very old!

Most of them still maintain the color of the original wood. If you look closely, you will see that there is not even a layer of varnish on them. There are traces of repairs in many places, and they are even made up of seven or eight different types of wood.

The coffin was still stained with dirt and gravel of various colors, scattered on the compacted mud floor in the yard, as if it had just been dug out of the ground, making the already dark yard look particularly cold and forbidding.

The leading ghost and his companions strode in. As soon as they entered, the courtyard door quietly closed.

The ghosts who entered the courtyard did not immediately enter the depths of the coffin shop, nor did they make any offensive moves. The leader of the ghosts spoke in a deep voice and asked tentatively: "Is there anyone there?"

"I have something to do. Let's discuss it with the boss."

His voice echoed quietly in the courtyard without any response.

It was as if this coffin shop had been abandoned for a long time and there was no one there at all.

The leader of the ghost looked around alertly. After waiting for a moment, he made a gesture, and his companions immediately began to search the coffin shop carefully.

Although I don’t know what’s going on here, now that I’ve come in, I’ll try my best to find clues!

After a while, the ghosts had searched almost all the coffins, but found nothing.

Apart from these coffins in the yard, there isn't even a thatched house here!

Just like the people in the coffin shop, no matter it's windy or rainy, they live under this vast hut with no warmth at all.

The most important thing is that except for the coffins that slightly block the view, there are not even any daily necessities visible to adults in the thatched shed.

It seems that no one lives here at all!

There was no trace of the two members of the illegal organization, as if they had suddenly disappeared.

The leader of the ghost listened to the report of his men, looked at the many coffins around him, and immediately said: "There is no other place, see if you are hiding in the coffin!"

As he spoke, he took the lead to the nearest coffin, stretched out his hand and knocked on the coffin lid.

Boom, boom, boom!

Just like a knock on the door, the rhythmic sound echoed in the yard, but there was no movement around.

This ghost was not polite at all and directly raised his hand to lift the coffin lid.

However, the coffin lid was very tight and no matter how hard he tried, he could not open it.

After several unsuccessful attempts, the ghost was about to call his companions to come over for help, but when he looked back, he saw a vast mist seeping in and covering the entire yard.

The straw shed that blocked out the skylight turned into a deep darkness at some point.

All the companions disappeared, and under the night, the surroundings were empty.

The ghost suddenly became alert. He quickly looked around and found that the numerous coffins just now were nowhere to be found, and there were only simple thatched houses around.

They stand quietly under the moonlight, and the frost-like moonlight pours all over the ground, outlining a circle of bright silver for them.

The huts, hedges, low walls... all the layout is exactly the same as the village outside the coffin shop.

The only difference is that the village at this moment is extremely quiet, with only the coldness boiling silently, as if there are no living people living in this backward ancient village.

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The village chief's house.

Liao Yonghong led people to the courtyard. As the north wind blew, a strong smell of incense hit his nostrils.

Several ghost members and Shao Yuzhi immediately noticed that on the ground in the yard, there was a strange symbol drawn by specially made ashes according to a certain pattern.

At this moment, several adult villagers were packing up debris, going in and out of the room, and the things they took in and out seemed to have some weird characters carved on them.

They immediately exchanged calm glances.

Here, it seems that an ancient sacrifice has just been completed...

The people in the village chief's family were very busy at the moment. Seeing Liao Yonghong and others coming, Shu Tao took time out of his busy schedule to ask: "Brother, what are you doing here?"

Judging from the title, the villager Liao Yonghong's consciousness controlled seemed to be Shu Tao's brother.

Liao Yonghong immediately wrote down this important relationship and said quickly: "I have something to do with Chu Hu."

Shu Tao walked towards the vegetable garden carrying water and said without looking back: "My beloved is in the kitchen. Brother, please go by yourself. I'm busy here."

Liao Yonghong nodded slightly and stared at Shu Tao's back as she walked into the vegetable garden surrounded by hedges. Then he whispered to his companions: "You guys, wait for me here. I'll go in alone."

The others nodded slightly and quietly dispersed into a battle formation, vaguely protecting Shao Yuzhi inside.

Liao Yonghong immediately took steps and walked towards the thatched house.

Squeak!

He pushed open the half-opened door and saw a main room with ordinary furnishings. After getting used to the light in the room without lights, he entered the house and walked towards the stove.

The door to the stove was open at the moment, and there were several adult villagers inside. Judging from their standing positions and the things they were holding, they should have been busy washing and cleaning, and tidying up in the fence behind the stove. .

A tall, gray-haired male villager stood in the open space between the kitchens. He seemed to be the village chief Chu Hu.

At this time, everyone in the kitchen, including Chu Hu, was staring at a girl sitting cross-legged on the adobe cabinet.

The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing a patched coarse cloth dress and was dressed just like other people in the village. However, she was graceful and graceful, with a charm that could confuse all living beings.

She didn't care at all about the crowds of Chu Hu and others, as well as the arrival of Liao Yonghong. At this moment, she was holding a half-cooked chicken in her hands and was eating it with big mouthfuls.

Click... click...

The sound of teeth chewing chicken bones was particularly clear in the quiet kitchen at this moment.

Liao Yonghong frowned, his eyes immediately left Chu Hu and looked at Bo Gui.

There seems to be something wrong with this girl!

wrong!

There is a problem in the entire kitchen!