I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 4: Funeral in a Small Village

The dishes cooked by Song Guicheng were well received, except for Uncle Li, who kept glancing at Song Guicheng while eating, occasionally stealing glances at him.

Just like a perverted voyeur.

Song Guicheng frowned, and after meeting his gaze, Uncle Li awkwardly withdrew his gaze.

When clearing the table, he patted Uncle Li on the shoulder and said gently, "Uncle Li, can you come to my room later? I have something to ask you."

Old man Li, who was called, was overjoyed and nodded continuously: "Okay, okay, you wait for me."

When Li Qingtong heard his words, he glanced at him sideways but said nothing.

Song Guicheng sat on the bed and began to sort out the information he had obtained in the past two days.

First, the villagers said that Li Caixia died of illness, but judging from Aunt Li’s attitude, they did not know the truth.

Second, the village chief is not a living person, and the young man who went to the toilet yesterday is most likely not alive either.

The third was the biting sound coming from outside last night. The sound was horrible. It was impossible for normal human teeth to break bones.

Fourth, there was the paper figurine in the mourning hall, which was the most direct and closest danger to him. There was also the strange noise in the kitchen and the overly calm Li Qingtong...

Everything showed Song Guicheng that this was not an ordinary mountain village, and the main task could not be a simple burial.

"Xiao Song, uncle is here," Uncle Li squeezed in from outside the door with a lewd smile on his face, "What do you want from uncle?"

"Uncle," Song Guicheng smiled, his handsome face becoming more attractive, "Come and sit over here, I want to ask you something."

Hearing this, Old Man Li walked over and sat down next to Song Guicheng, staring at him with lustful eyes: "What do you want to ask? Uncle Li will tell you everything he knows."

Song Guicheng asked, "Uncle Li, what's the matter with Caixia getting engaged to the village chief's son?"

"Well..." Uncle Li hesitated, and seeing Song Guicheng's expectant eyes, he said, "Xiao Song, to be honest, although the village chief's son is mentally retarded, he has good financial conditions. If she marries him, she will only enjoy a good life."

Song Guicheng frowned. The village chief's son was an idiot. He sneered and asked, "Which father would marry his daughter to an idiot? This would be like pushing his daughter into the fire."

Old man Li was still talking to himself: "What does a little girl like her know? The village chief's family is willing to pay a betrothal gift of 66,000 yuan. After she marries, she will only have a father-in-law. Her husband is an idiot and is easy to control..."

Song Guicheng really didn't want to hear this anymore, so he interrupted him and asked, "What disease did Caixia die of?"

"We, how would we know?" he stammered. "We are not doctors. We have seen all the necessary things and taken all the necessary medicines, but he still died. Who can we blame for his bad fate?"

He sneered, then turned his head and narrowed his eyes: "You are nothing like Xiao Song, you are good-looking, you cook delicious food, and you are so good at dealing with people."

"Come here, let Uncle Li love you." As he said this, he was about to pull Song Guicheng to his side.

Song Guicheng seized the opportunity, broke his arm with the strength in his hands, and punched him in the stomach.

The windows in the house are small and almost no light can get in.

Song Guicheng pressed his knee against his lower body and punched Old Man Li hard in the face, causing him to beg for mercy.

Uncle Li looked strong, but because he had been drinking and having fun all day, his body was already weak inside. He could not withstand a few punches from Song Guicheng and lay on the ground begging for help.

Song Guicheng stood up, clapped his hands, and walked out without even a speck of dust on his body, without even looking at him. He patted Uncle Li's shoulder just to make sure if he was alive, and if he was alive, there was nothing to be afraid of.

The only way to deal with this kind of pervert is to use fists.

【So cool, so cool, so cool!!】

[I have long disliked him]

[Song Guicheng, don’t be too handsome]

[I’m definitely a fan of this anchor! ]

The audience outside the live broadcast room recorded and edited this video and posted it on the website, with the title "Shocking! Players beat up game NPCs! The reason behind this is..."

All of a sudden, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room skyrocketed, and the number of fans also increased accordingly.

……

When I opened the door, Li Qingtong was standing outside. I didn't know how long he had been listening.

Song Guicheng looked up and met his gaze. Neither of them spoke and there was no expression on their faces.

Li Qingtong's gaze shifted to Uncle Li, who was groaning in the room holding his stomach. After just one glance, she withdrew her gaze indifferently and stepped aside to let Song Guicheng leave.

Song Guicheng sat on a chair at the door, his hands still shaking a little. He had never been in a fight before, but he would not show mercy when it came to protecting himself in this way.

He stared at the coffin in a trance, and suddenly remembered that he had planned last night to check what was on the coffin during the day.

So he moved the brazier to the side and squatted down, only to find that there were patterns carved on the coffin, in bright red color, as if it had been painted with blood.

On the coffin was a ferocious-looking figure holding a sharp sword, with a leopard head, round eyes, an iron face and curly beard.

He looked carefully and realized that it was Zhong Kui. He had read about it when he was reading the history of ancient Chinese mythology, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

This is even more strange, because the patterns painted on coffins are usually cranes or auspicious clouds, in short, auspicious pictures. But Zhong Kui is the god who drives away ghosts, and everyone knows this. Painting Zhong Kui with blood on the coffin is obviously intended to suppress the body in the coffin.

Song Guicheng could only think of two possibilities: the person in the coffin either committed suicide or was murdered. No matter which one it was, it would not be surprising for it to happen to this girl.

Beautiful, but poor, with a father like that, then beauty can only be a single-edged sword that hurts herself, and the family will become the biggest perpetrator.

He lowered his eyes, knelt in front of the mat and bowed respectfully several times. He died in an unclear manner and was plotted against, so it would be difficult for him to be reincarnated after death.

But it is probably impossible to find out how Li Caixia died. Aunt Li and Uncle Li obviously avoid this topic. As for Li Qingtong... forget it.

Does it matter how Li Caixia died? The main task is to bury her, not to let him be a detective to investigate the truth.

Although he thought so in his heart, he knelt on the mat and was reluctant to get up. He looked over the coffin and saw the dazed expression of the girl in the portrait.

Only now did he understand why her expression was so stiff. It was not numbness, but pain.

Song Guicheng touched his wrist. There was one thing in the world that prevented him from following the herd principle, and that was his conscience.

He finally made up his mind and slowly got up from the mat. At least within his ability and when he could ensure his own safety, he was willing to understand and listen to the truth.

He turned his head and looked at the sky above his head. It was still gray. It felt like everything was gray, making it hard to breathe.

Song Guicheng added three more incense sticks to the incense burner in front of Li Caixia's portrait. This time, the incense did not break. Instead, they burned quietly, emitting a reassuring scent.

There are two rooms on each side of the main hall, for a total of four rooms. One of the two rooms on the east side is for Uncle Li and Aunt Li, and he sleeps in one of the rooms on the west side, so there are two rooms left.

He walked towards the room to the east, pushed the door open lightly, and with a "creak", the full view of the room appeared to him.

The furnishings in the room were much better than the one Song Guicheng lived in. There was a bed in the middle, a cabinet next to the bed with a few books in it, and a desk near the window.

The windows in this room are very large, and the lighting is much better than his room.

This room did not belong to Li Caixia. Almost the moment he saw it, he was certain that a daughter who was not valued would not live in such a room.

He also saw a suitcase in the room, which belonged to his brother who had returned from out of town.

Then, there was only one room left. Song Guicheng turned his gaze to the southeast corner, which was next to his own room, the last room of the Li family.

He stood at the door, wiped the sweat off his handle, put his hand on the doorknob and gently pushed it open. A strong bitter smell hit him in the face, choking him and making him cough a few times, which echoed in the empty room.

The room was indeed very simple, with a bed and a table. The only thing that showed the girl's thoughts was the small flower pot placed by the window.

I don’t know if it’s because of lack of sunlight or no one taking care of it, but the leaves are wilted, very yellow and lifeless.

As soon as he walked in, the temperature seemed to be several degrees lower than outside. He took a light breath and walked around the room twice, but found nothing.

There were several of her clothes stacked on the bed, all of very simple styles and colors, which showed how frugal the girl was when she was alive.

The table was very clean. Song Guicheng reached out and touched it gently. There was no dust at all. There was a drawer under the table. He opened it and found some needles, thread, scissors and other things inside.

He rummaged through the drawer carefully, trying not to disturb other people's things, and after a moment he found a folded piece of paper in the corner of the drawer.

Unfolding the paper, there were a few lines of words written on it: oleander, cassia twig, five-element grass, saffron, musk…

【Family members, does this look familiar? 】

【Level 10 Palace Fighting Drama Lover】

【me too】

【so……】

[Fuck, it can't be what I thought, right? ]

[Stop playing dumb, someone come and explain it to me]

[Brother, you were squatting on your girlfriend, didn't you? ]

[Squatting, squatting, so what do you know? 】

……

If Song Guicheng loved palace fighting dramas, he would definitely be able to tell that what was written on this piece of paper were all good medicines for abortion. Unfortunately, let alone palace fighting dramas, he doesn't even watch TV dramas.

He held the prescription and fell into deep thought. The herbs on the paper all had the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, but Chinese medicine has always been about using mild medicines. How come there are so many cold medicines in this prescription all of a sudden?

What's more, oleander combined with cassia twigs is highly poisonous!

He frowned. Girls are afraid of cold. Is it really okay to give Li Caixia this kind of medicine?

The bitter smell in the room was very choking. The person must have taken a large amount of medicine, which had seeped into the walls. Even though people no longer lived here, the bitter smell still surrounded the air.

He suppressed his fear, looked up and carefully examined the room, but found a circle of wear and tear on the beam above his head.

He was just about to stand on tiptoe to take a closer look when the door that had been wide open suddenly opened up on its own without any wind and was about to close.

Song Guicheng rushed over quickly and grabbed him, but found that there was a huge force outside trying to close the door and lock him in the room.

He used all his strength and leaned sideways to squeeze out through the gap in the door. However, just when he got half of his body out, the force outside the door suddenly increased.

A sharp pain came from his abdomen, and his arms, legs and head were pulled as if they were about to be torn apart.

"What are you doing here?" Li Qingtong walked out of his room and opened the door that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds just now with ease.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Guicheng squeezed out of the door. Just as he was about to leave, the door slammed shut, causing his back to go numb.

He fell to the ground, unable to speak for a moment due to the pain. He was holding something in his arms, and there was even a door mark on his face, looking extremely embarrassed.

"I, I don't think Caixia died of illness," he said, his breath was unstable and his words were intermittent, "so I thought about going to her room to take a look."

Song Guicheng raised his head. From his angle, he could only see Li Qingtong's slightly lowered eyes, high nose bridge, and thin lips with very light color.

After a while, he opened his thin lips and said, "Whether he died of illness or not, what does it matter?"

Song Guicheng stood up with the help of the wall, his body still shaking slightly due to the pain. He looked down at his left hand which had red marks from being pressed, and rubbed it on his clothes.

"It doesn't matter, but I feel that one of her life and death must be seen by others."

Hearing this, Li Qingtong glanced at him indifferently, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, as if mocking his naivety and idealism.

Song Guicheng could feel this kind of ridicule in his heart without having to see it, but he said nothing and walked sideways past him holding the flower pot he took out from Li Caixia's room.

He moved the unnamed plant to the soil in front of the door and planted it in a narrow flowerpot. The plant could not grow large because it had no sunlight and no nutrients.

It can survive only if it is planted in thick soil, exposed to wind and rain, enjoying gentle breezes and drizzles, and also encountering strong winds and blizzards.

Song Guicheng studied the prescription for an entire afternoon. He did not major in Chinese medicine and had only a vague understanding of these things. The only thing he could see was that drinking this stuff would damage the kidneys and liver.

Li Qingtong didn't show up for the whole afternoon, and he was only seen at the dinner table at night. In addition to boiled tofu, there was also a dish of stir-fried vegetables on the table.

Song Guicheng was so moved that he wanted to cry, and his mouth was as bland as a bird's mouth. He was finally saved.

Uncle Li still had purple scars on his face. He would tear the wounds when eating, and he grimaced in pain, but no one at the table cared about him.

Song Guicheng ignored the fearful and hateful look in Uncle Li's eyes and focused on eating his meal.

As long as he eats enough for dinner, he won't be dragged to the table for a midnight snack.

Night gradually fell, and the endless wheat fields turned from emerald green to dark gray. Song Guicheng stood at the door and looked into the distance. The dark night seemed like a huge mouth of an abyss that wanted to swallow people.

The villagers, some holding candles and some holding torches, walked towards the Li family. The narrow path was lit up by dots of light, casting a greyish cast on their faces.

The village chief looked worse than yesterday. Not only were his pupils dilated, but his face was also swollen, making him look more like a corpse that had been dead and unattended for several days.

Song Guicheng couldn't help but frown. It seemed that no one except him noticed the village chief's abnormality.

The candles were lit, and the paper money in the brazier began to burn. The flames flickered, and under the big word "甸", the mourning hall became a little more lively. They had already forgotten about the death of a person.

Song Guicheng took the initiative to take on some odd jobs, including serving tea and water to the people who came to keep vigil, while the women in the mourning hall were chatting.

"Has the date of the burial been fixed?"

"It's settled. Tomorrow night."

"Alas, he is such a poor kid. He could have enjoyed himself, but he suddenly got sick."

"Is marrying a fool a blessing? Don't make it sound so nice."

"Have you seen the village chief's son these two days?"

"I didn't see it. I heard from the village chief that his son Ting Caixia died. That's why they made a scene. They tied him up."

"Although he is a fool, he still has feelings and loyalty."

"Who says it isn't?"

……

"Plop", someone bumped into Song Guicheng, and his hands lost their balance, and all the water splashed onto the green paper man.

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