Help, I've become a paper man

As the sun sets, Duan is the most active, inviting the two to go to the ancestral hall. If they don't explore, the food in their stomachs will be digested. Song Yi also asked him why he was so active, and he sneered in response. There is no need to say the rest, Xuanyunduo will help Song Yi shut up.

But there are new difficulties at night. Duan can walk out normally, but the trouble is with Song Yidu and Duoduo. At night, the villagers start to go out, and the two of them have to avoid the crowd and follow Duan carefully. Even if Duan chooses to take the road with fewer people, he will occasionally meet people. At this time, Duan needs to talk to the villagers to distract their attention so that the two of them can take the opportunity to slip past. The three of them will meet in front and continue to move forward.

The location of the ancestral hall is conspicuous and not difficult to find. Even at night, there are not many people around. The closer they get, the easier it becomes. When they arrive at the entrance of the hall, they can walk in openly.

But as soon as they took a step inside, a chilling feeling instantly enveloped them, revealing the danger within without any disguise, causing the three of them to tremble at the very beginning.

Duan lowered his voice and said, "This place is scarier than last night."

Xuanyunduo's face became even colder. She ignored this sentence and just gestured forward to Song Yi, indicating him to start moving.

With a little tacit understanding, the two of them began to explore along the wall from both sides. Duan, who was left where he was, looked at the two of them. Instead of moving forward, he slowly took a step back. Just as he was about to reach back, Song Yi's voice came the next second.

Song Yi said: "I acted very quickly."

Duan was startled and turned his head to see Song Yi's back. The man was still walking slowly forward, his head rising and falling slightly, his eyes looking from the wall down to the floor, which was no different from his exploration in the temple. This was the part he didn't know, and it was also the first time he saw seriousness in Song Yi.

But such a mischievous person has not only a focused side, but when he is focused, he is also observing and guarding against others. This realization made Duan couldn't help but laugh. He slowly withdrew his hand, not to stop the action, but to close the door, and really laughed.

With a "dong" sound, the temperature dropped suddenly and the cold became stronger. The tablet on the stage began to shake and the candlelight flickered. The sense of danger was spread directly in the ancestral hall without any concealment.

Song Yi and Xuan Duo met in the middle. They stood in front of the altar. Duan was opposite them, his hand moving away from the door. It was obvious who had caused the change.

For a moment, no one spoke, leaving only the faint sound of the tablet shaking. Xuanyunduo stared at Duan, no longer concealing the wariness in his eyes. However, Song Yi did not turn back, but his eyes fell on the altar, observing the names on the tablets, paying special attention to the ones that were shaking violently, and seemed quite interested.

Duan should have remained silent, but Song Yi's behavior was even weirder. Duan couldn't help but say to Song Yi, "Don't look. There's nothing here. It's just an altar."

"Yes," Song Yi said, turning around. Instead of asking about the altar as he expected, he said, "You lied. You haven't been here before, and you're not a college student, right?"

This statement is half guess and half lie, and there is no certainty that it is correct.

Sure enough, the accuracy rate was not high. When Duan heard the first half of the sentence, his pupils dilated for a moment, but he slowly regained his relaxation after hearing the second half.

Duan replied, "Master, it's not a good thing to look down on others too much."

Song Yi asked again: "Should I look up to you?"

There was no sarcasm in the words, only seriousness, which made Duan choke for a moment. He did not answer immediately, and he did not need to answer again.

The subtle vibration stopped, and a clearer "dong dong" sound came. Duan walked forward and stood in front of the two of them, making way for the door. The door opened with the sound, revealing the outside world. The torches illuminated the faces of people, but in the darkness, their features could not be seen clearly. The beating drumbeats continued. Xuanyunduo hummed softly, her shoulders slightly bent inward, the strong rhythm made her heart ache, she endured the pain, the dart was already pinched at her fingertips.

Song Yi reached out his hand, patted her trembling arm through her clothes, and whispered, "It's okay."

The villagers need them, so they won't understand how to solve their problems.

His idea made some sense, but he didn't experience Xuanyundu's feelings. After he finished speaking, he received a confused look, but Xuanyundu did not question it, and obviously regarded this opening as a warning.

A well-dressed elder walked out of the crowd, leaning on a crutch with one hand and one hand behind his back. He stopped in front of the three people, cleared his throat, and said, "Welcome to Mujia Village to participate in our once-in-a-century memorial ceremony. I am the village chief here and will preside over this ceremony."

The drumbeats stopped when the words rang out. The three of them looked at the situation in front of them with different expressions. Even Song Yi did not speak blindly.

The village chief smiled with satisfaction, clapped his hands, and said, "Bring it up."

The crowd immediately made way for them, and two people carried a round wooden table forward. Then another person walked to the side of the village chief and placed the lottery tube he was holding in both hands on the table. After doing all this, the three of them lined up and walked out the door.

The village chief then continued, "The memorial ceremony is about to begin. We will select the lucky person at this wonderful moment to inherit the legacy of our ancestors and protect the village during their long life."

Long life. Song Yi's heart skipped a beat. The core of the copy, "longevity", appeared again. Putting it in this sentence, it didn't give him a good feeling.

He looked at Xuanyunduo again and clearly saw the doubt in the other's eyes. The tightly closed box contained honey and traps, and "luck" became an uncertain word.

The village chief's voice came with a strange tone, as if it floated here from farther away, saying: "Now, please come to the table one by one and draw lots. In the lottery tube, there is a lot with a full moon drawn on it. Only those who get the full moon can continue the ceremony. The rest will be sent away from the village."

After saying this, the village chief extended his hand to Duan, asking him to come forward. Duan followed the instructions and walked to the village chief. At the wooden table, the village chief's hand fell on Duan's forehead, and the tip of his thumb rubbed across his forehead. The village chief's lips moved, as if he was reciting some scriptures. Then, he withdrew his hand and said to Duan: "Child, go and accept your destiny."

Song Yi, who witnessed all this, took a breath and had no intention of interrupting. Xuanyunduo became nervous and grabbed the hem of his shirt and shook it gently, fearing that he would speak.

But her behavior made Song Yi want to laugh even more. He held back and pulled back the piece of cloth so as not to ruin the atmosphere.

Some ceremonies had just begun but were actually over. On the lot drawn by Duan, there was a clear circle at the top, which was obviously the symbol of a "full moon". The village chief held Duan's hand and raised it high, announcing the birth of a lucky person.

Then, the village chief looked at Song Yi and Xuanyunduo. Before he spoke, Song Yi took the initiative to say, "Let's go now."

Xuanyunduo stared at Duan and asked, "Have you been lying to us?"

Even though the outcome is now obvious, the ritual requires three people and the first person will definitely win, so Duan brought them here, Xuanyunduo is still a little angry.

Duan glanced at her and said, "We just met by chance and don't know each other."

Xuanyunduo nodded, confirming his answer, then turned around and whispered to Song Yi, "Let's go."

They walked out of the ancestral hall and the villagers walked in. Both sides tacitly gave way to each other and walked their own ways without disturbing each other.

After leaving, Xuanyunduo looked at Song Yi and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, it's not over yet. Intelligence and position are not decisive factors. We can get through the low-level ones. We will do it later..."

Before she finished her words, she heard Song Yi say "hmm". Under her gaze, Song Yi turned his back to the ancestral hall, took out the control panel while walking, and said with a smile: "But be careful with the candles."

Then the switch was pressed, an explosion sounded, flames raged in the place where they left, and heat waves surged in, illuminating the darkness around them and the road in front of the two men.

Xuanyunduo said: "...Duan should not be afraid of this."

Song Yi said: "It doesn't matter. We just met by chance. I want to give him a gift when we are so happy."