[Comprehensive] This game is unscientific

The morning light is dim.

A magnificent morning glow appeared in the east, and the newly rising sun was soft and warm, shining on this quiet small village.The people in the village started their daily life peacefully as usual.

The older women gathered together, discussing something expectantly, and occasionally words such as "invitation" and "betrothal gift" came along with the wind.The men passing by heard it, and they all looked at each other, showing tacit smiles.

However, they soon stopped, and a shambling figure appeared at the entrance of the village not far away, moving over step by step.They looked at the figure in horror, stopped their movements, and dared not breathe.They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the figure approached and saw clearly that it was a wounded man.

This is a man who can be described as beautiful, with a beautiful appearance, but a cold expression, wearing a blue robe, revealing dazzlingly white skin.His calf was injured in some unknown way, and the piece of fabric was soaked in blood.

They greeted them warmly.

Chu Zhou looked at the village in front of him and heaved a sigh of relief.

For some reason this time, when he came to this world, he found that he did not inherit the power of any Onmyoji, and was completely an ordinary person.And it still appeared in the deep mountains and old forests. He had no power to restrain the chicken, so he could only choose a direction at random and work hard.

But luck was pretty good, except that he accidentally stepped on a hunter's trap and injured his calf, and it didn't take long to find the village.

Not long after walking towards the village, a large group of villagers came over.

Maybe it's because I haven't seen strangers for a long time. This group of people is unexpectedly warm, and it's not at all different from the situation he imagined to exclude outsiders.

"Did brother come from the back mountain?" A woman with a basket asked.

Chu Zhou pointed to the direction he came from: "I came from there."

"Hey, that's good," the woman said.

Chu Zhou was a little puzzled. Is there any problem in Houshan?

Seeing the look in his eyes, the woman hurriedly said, "That...is, because..."

"Because there are monsters haunting the back mountain." Someone next to him added.

"That's right, it's because there are monsters in the back mountain, brother, don't go there!"

Chu Zhou nodded, what was he doing on the mountain when he had nothing to do.

A group of people walked towards the village, and the villagers inquired about his situation curiously. Chu Zhou had no choice but to make up a story about accidentally getting lost while traveling around, and they warmly invited him to stay here longer.

Chu Zhou agreed.

"Your injury looks a bit serious." Only then did someone mention his injury.

Chu Zhou asked, "Is there a doctor in the village?"

Someone replied: "You can go to the priest. We are usually dealt with by the priest."

They brought him to the very center of the village. The house in front of him was bigger than the houses he had seen along the way, and even the ground seemed cleaner than other places.

"We won't bother the priest, you go in by yourself, don't worry, the priest will definitely be the gentlest person you have ever met."

Chu Zhou pushed open the door, and what he entered was a large field of flowers, white, pink, and red, competing for splendor.

There was a white figure watering the flowers with his back turned to him. Just looking at his back, one could feel the gentleness of this person.

The man turned around when he heard the sound of the door opening, with clear black eyes, handsome features, and a faint smile on his face, which could make people let go of all guards.

"who are you?"

"Master Priest, my leg is injured."

The two spoke at the same time.

The priest glanced at his legs, then turned and walked into the house: "Follow me."

Chu Zhou followed him into the room. There was unfinished tea on the table and half-read books on the floor. It seemed that this was the room where the priest himself lived.

"Lie down." The priest motioned him to lie down on the bed.

Chu Zhou: ...This is too strange, how can a patient see a doctor on a doctor's bed?

"Is there a problem?" the priest asked, seeing that he was not moving.

But, maybe, this is the custom of this place.

Chu Zhou hesitated and lay down.

The priest came over and cut off the cloth on his right calf, the original color of the cloth could not be seen anymore.

Chu Zhou took a look at the wound and closed his eyes. Although he didn't feel much, the bloody wound looked so painful!

Without sight, hearing and touch are more pronounced.

He heard the sound of water falling into the basin after the towel was tightened. The priest approached and gently cleaned the wound for him. Warm breath was blown on his calf, which was itchy. He moved uncomfortably and was held ankle.Then it should be the application of medicine, and the cold fingers brushed over the skin on the legs, making it tingling and numb, extremely comfortable.

His tense expression gradually relaxed.

"Are you going to stay here for a while?" the priest asked suddenly.

Although Chu Zhou didn't know how he knew, he still nodded: "Yeah."

"Then, let's live here for the time being." The priest smiled and said, "It's more convenient to recuperate here."

"This... this is too much trouble for you."

"It's okay, I just want to hear what's going on outside."

So Chu Zhou lived in the room next to the priest, because he found that if he didn't live, he would have nowhere to go-the priest told him that there was no hotel in the village.

At noon, those enthusiastic villagers came again. They brought some food and daily necessities. They left with confidence when they saw Chu Zhou living next to the priest. Before leaving, they even invited him to participate in the evening activities.

Chu Zhou chatted with the priest, and occasionally a villager came to buy medicine, and he felt how high the status of the priest was in the village.

The injured villagers would bring things with them when they came, and they were very careful when talking to him, and they were even more grateful when they received the herbs he gave.There were also those who were not injured, just came to thank him, and they all brought a lot of gifts.The village head and the like will come to consult him about anything they want to do.

The priest also kept a gentle smile, patiently solving the villagers' problems.

Of course, there was also a not-so-cute villager who rushed in in the afternoon, and when he saw the priest in the yard, he shouted directly: "Master Priest, please give me some more herbs!"

The expression of the priest was still the joy of chatting with Chu Zhou, and he was not at all unhappy to be disturbed. He said "wait a moment" with a pleasant face, and then took out two packs of herbs and handed them to him.

After the man thanked the priest, he hurried away.

Chu Zhou asked curiously, "What does that person do?"

"It is said that he is a gambler, and he often loses so hard to live." The priest frowned slightly, and said with some uncertainty, "He often said that he needed medicine, but someone told me that he sold the medicine for money. of."

"Then don't give him medicine." Chu Zhou hated this kind of person.

The priest seemed a bit embarrassed: "But, what if he really needs herbs?"

Chu Zhou was helpless: "You are so easy to talk like this."

The priest in white shook his head, showing a small smile: "No."

Night falls.

Chu Zhou heard the sound of gongs and drums outside, and remembered the invitation from the villagers during the day, as if there was an event at night.

Seeing his eager expression, the priest asked, "Do you want to go and see?"

"Well, I'm a little interested." Chu Zhou was a little curious about what activities such a small village would have at night.

"Then let's go together."

After walking out the door, I saw bright lights not far away. The sound of gongs and drums and the noise of the crowd were extremely lively.

Chu Zhou saw that there seemed to be a lot of people. Maybe all the people in this small village came. Everyone's expression was anticipation and excitement, as if something good would happen.

He curiously asked the priest in white beside him: "What kind of event is this?"

The sky was too dark, he didn't see the priest's always smiling face become cold, only heard his voice was still gentle.

"It's a funeral."