I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The drizzle lasted for most of the day, washing away all the footprints in the backyard. After lunch, the rain got heavier, and the raindrops hit the windows diagonally, making everything hazy.

The air was dull and quiet, isolating Song Guicheng from the outside world. He sat at the table with a cup of hot water, recalling what had just happened in his mind.

The boy suddenly appeared and disappeared until Song Guicheng noticed him, without doing anything to hurt him. He only thought of one possibility: the boy wanted to remind Song Guicheng to pay attention to the footprints outside the window.

The footprints looked like they were left by a child of no more than ten years old. He hadn't seen any children since he came to this mountain village, and it was impossible for a villager's child to stand outside his window in the middle of the night.

There was only one thing that was exactly the right size for that foot.

Song Guicheng took a sip of water. The sound of raindrops outside made the house even quieter.

——The paper figure outside, the soles of the feet and the footprints match.

Although he was not completely sure, but thinking about the darker color of the paper doll after he got up the next morning...Song Guicheng tightened his grip on the water cup.

The coffin, the paper figurine, the dead young man, all of these are closely related to the village chief.

In this case, will it be possible that...

The wound on his hand began to itch and hurt again, which was really unbearable. He only dared to touch it gently twice to relieve the itchy feeling.

He let out a long sigh. If the boy hadn't reminded him, he really wouldn't have been able to remember it. After all, too many terrifying things had happened in the past two days, and it was impossible for him to remember everything.

A heavy rain will quickly wash away the footprints, and all traces will disappear without a trace. It will probably be impossible to find such clues again.

He felt relieved, but at the same time, he was a little confused as to why the boy wanted to help him.

However, not everything has a reasonable explanation. For example, he was inexplicably dragged from his home into this world, and no one came to answer his questions.

Before they knew it, the sky gradually darkened. Uncle Li did not show up until evening. Li Qingtong and Song Guicheng spent the entire afternoon cleaning the mourning hall together.

While sweeping the floor, Song Guicheng secretly observed the paper man. The water stains on its green clothes had not yet dried. He paid attention to the soles of the paper man's feet and finally found a small leaf on its heels.

The leaves are curled and yellow, dry and brittle, as if someone stepped on some wet dead leaves and brought them into the room, and the moisture on the leaves evaporated and became what they are now.

There are tiny dead leaves stuck under the heels of the paper man, and you can't see them unless you look carefully.

Before they knew it, the sky gradually darkened. The villagers gathered at the Li family mourning hall at about the same time as the previous two days, but today they were exceptionally silent, and the expressions on their faces could be described as solemn.

Even the usually calm village chief smoked several cigarettes in succession, staring at the heavy rain outside the door and sighing.

It is unlucky to hold a funeral on a rainy day. They planned to bury Li Caixia's coffin on the mountain. The road would be slippery when it rains, and it would be unsafe for the mourners.

"No, no, the burial must be done today!" The village chief squatted at the door and took a puff of hookah, muttering to himself, "Rain hitting the coffin, ten years of sourness, why did it happen to be a rainy day?"

He was a little weird, and his tone contained not only a sense of urgency for the burial to take place quickly, but also an inexplicable panic.

The entire mourning hall was infected by this atmosphere. People were either sitting, standing, or walking around anxiously in the room. Aunt Li was still kneeling in front of the cushion and refused to get up. Song Guicheng went to persuade her once or twice, but to no avail.

Only Li Qingtong watched people's reactions coldly from beginning to end. He stood by the door, looking solemnly at the dark night.

Song Guicheng sat on a chair beside the altar, watching over the candles. The white candles were burning and melting beside him, like turbid tears rolling down.

He stared at the pitch-black coffin. If a mother and her child were in the same coffin, there would be an evil spirit. The village chief and the Li family knew this, so they painted an image of Zhong Kui on the coffin to suppress it.

The village chief didn't know what method he used, but he hid his son in a paper man and fed him with human flesh and bones so that the ghost baby could not kill him.

The paper man's target that night was originally himself.

Song Guicheng's gaze moved from the coffin to the candle. It was the candle that saved his life.

Since candlelight can intimidate paper figures and drive away evil spirits, what if you use candlelight to light the paper figures?

He inadvertently glanced at the paper man standing motionless beside the coffin. The village chief seemed to be smoking, but in fact he had never been too far away from the paper man.

The material of the paper man cannot be damaged by wind or water, and it is unknown whether it can be burned by fire.

After waiting for a long time, the rain outside showed no sign of stopping. The village chief became more and more anxious, and his pipe made a "clicking" sound on the ground.

He stood up and kicked the dirt under his feet: "Rest first. After twelve o'clock, we have to bury the dead no matter if the rain stops or not."

A younger villager complained quietly: "Really? Can't we do it tomorrow..."

Someone nearby pulled him back, signaling him to stop talking. The village chief had already shot him a fierce look: "If you don't bury him, you'll all die!"

The young man stammered a few times, and finally said nothing. He squatted down against the wall and went to rest dejectedly.

The village chief's words made Song Guicheng think. Did the villagers really not know the cause of Li Caixia's death, or did the village chief lie to them?

But now is not the time to explore this issue.

It was a cold and lonely night with heavy rain. Many villagers could not bear staying up late for two or three days in a row. They leaned against the wall with their clothes on and fell asleep. Some even snored.

Song Guicheng observed the villagers' every move. Many of them had fallen asleep, and only a few were left awake, including Li Qingtong, Aunt Li, the village chief, and two or three people who were watching the braziers and guarding the candles.

The lonely and depressing atmosphere is like a rainy day outside, damp and gloomy, lingering on people's hearts.

The wound on his hand suddenly stopped hurting and itching when the rain started to fall. He looked up at the raindrops that formed a curtain of rain.

Song Guicheng picked up the candle beside him and walked towards the village chief. When the village chief saw the candle, he frowned unconsciously and stood beside the paper man.

"Village chief, why haven't I seen your son for so many days?" Song Guicheng asked with pretended curiosity.

The village chief waved his hand and said, "He's just a fool. He can't help much. It's better to let him stay at home to avoid causing trouble."

"Is that so?" Song Guicheng said again, "I really want to bury this coffin quickly. I can't sleep well at night."

"Alas," the village chief seemed to empathize with him, "who isn't?"

The cold aura from the village chief crawled onto Song Guicheng's body like a maggot on his heel. He tried his best to glance at the paper figure behind the village chief calmly, hiding his panic.

Song Guicheng said: "The rain outside seems to have lightened a little."

"Really?" The village chief walked to the door, wanting to see more clearly.

Just as he turned around, the candle in Song Guicheng's hand tilted, and the flame jumped onto the corner of the paper man's clothes, and with a "whoosh", it began to burn.

"What are you doing?" Just as the paper man was burning, the village chief noticed the movement, turned around, his face changed drastically, grabbed the green paper man and wanted to run outside.

The flames burned his hands and emitted a foul smell of burning protein. Before the village chief could even walk out the door, Aunt Li suddenly jumped over from the ground and stopped him.

She shed tears: "You bastard, don't even think about running away today. Even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with my daughter!"

The flames devoured the body of the paper man and Aunt Li who was holding the paper man. The paper man stretched out his arms and legs, struggling to break free from Aunt Li's arms, but all his efforts were in vain.

The edges of the red flames were tinged with a faint yellow, and they fluttered in the air like torn strips of cloth. Aunt Li held the paper figurines and the village chief, and astonishing strength burst out of her body, and together they turned into ashes together with the paper.

Song Guicheng stared blankly at everything in front of him, so shocked that he was speechless.

However, something he could not have imagined happened again. The ashes on the ground began to move without wind and slowly piled up on the ground.

Damn! He doesn't have a resurrection skill!

He ran over and tried to chop away the ashes with his feet, but it was no use. Even if they were temporarily dispersed, they would start again.