[Comprehensive British and American] I open a haunted house in the superhero world

West twitched the corners of his mouth. If you ask him what he is most afraid of, he is probably afraid of going to the village chief.

And that's exactly what he wanted.

So he smiled: "It's okay if that's the case."

He even took the initiative to walk up to those people, smiled and said to him: "Let's go."

Who knew that those few people froze after seeing his reaction, not knowing what to do next.

They did follow West under the village chief's order, but the village chief just wanted them to watch him from behind.

"What?" West raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and said threateningly, "Can't I go?"

West saw the fear in these people's eyes, so he knew that they were ordered to just look at him, and had no right to do anything else.

He has always been curious, why the village chief didn't look at him, or simply killed him when he was so guarded against him - of course, he wouldn't be killed like this.

But the village chief didn't know that, under such circumstances, he even let West continue to walk in the village, and just sent a few people to watch him, which was very strange.

West twitched the corners of his mouth, and suddenly returned to that gentle look.

"I was just joking." West said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's fine anyway, I'll go back now."

After he said that, he actually headed towards where his mother-in-law lived.

Anyway, he probably already has the information he needs.

One of the main questions he asked today was whether any outsiders had entered the village recently. This was to look for bats and them.

The second is the ritual and traditional issues related to sacrifice.

The unified answer he got to the first question was that no one had appeared here recently, which meant that Bruce and the others were not here—at least not in front of the villagers.

As for the second question, there are too many answers.

Sacrifice once a month. Needless to say, the basic information that West already knows, there is a particularly important piece of news in the news they told West—that is, the puppet parade after the sacrifice.

Every time the sacrifice is over, the village will hold a grand game, and everyone will hold their own puppets—West did not expect that not only every household has puppets here, but everyone has a unique puppet. puppets.

These people will stand in every corner of the village with their own puppets, and then bow their heads to pray to their puppets.

At this time, the village head will drive a very gorgeous float with some well-made dolls on it, and pass through the streets and alleys of the village to perform to everyone.

After the performance, those puppets will be disposed of by the village chief.

Such a complicated and cumbersome sacrifice has to come once a month?After West raised this question suggestively, the person who answered said with a smile that this is to let everyone remember that the happy life of everyone here is the gift of the puppet god.

West couldn't help curling his lips when he heard it.

No matter who their happiness comes from, it certainly doesn't come from a crazy puppet.

West returned to the child's home. Today the child was assigned to find sacrifices for sacrifices. There was only one mother-in-law in the family.

Since what happened yesterday, the mother-in-law has turned a blind eye to West. Even if West talks to her, she doesn't raise her head or answer a word.

West didn't make fun of himself, and ignored the mother-in-law after two or three times.

But he just walked in today, and suddenly found that his mother-in-law had been looking at him, with an invisible complexion in her expression.

West actually didn't hate this old man with crazy beliefs. In his opinion, these people were just deceived by some evil gods.

So when the old man looked at him, his gaze also turned to the old man.

The mother-in-law immediately looked away, as if she wasn't looking at him.

West didn't say much, and was about to go in, but when he and the old man got side-to-side, he heard the old man say, "Outlanders, go if you can."

West stopped, but the old man had already gone to nowhere.

At night, West lay in bed.

He didn't fall asleep, and he didn't run out like yesterday.

He just lay down on the bed and closed his eyes—

The spiritual power is released, the part that belongs to death, and the part that belongs to life are searching for souls in this strange land.

He can feel that there is some kind of distorted force in this land that prevents him from exploring every inch of land here.

This made his progress somewhat difficult.

West suddenly opened his eyes.

In the forest he had been to before, the sound of the wind was calling him.

[Look at us, look at us—we have something to show you——]

After quietly opening his eyes and waiting for a while, West slowly closed his eyes again.

He slowly emptied his mind and changed his method. He no longer searched aggressively, but made his consciousness harmless to humans and animals, and quietly integrated into this land.

Consciousness wandering in this land, West found that this land is not completely soulless, but most of the souls in this land are in a state of near-destroyed fragments, and can no longer make up a complete one. people.

But where there are soul fragments, there are memories, and Wester can read all the remaining memories of this land through these souls.

He carefully collected the soul fragments of those people, and put their memories into his head.

Then he saw a man—

Ms. Death.

No, it wasn't just one person, not just Ms. Death, but there was another person standing beside her, and that person was his brother.

His older brother was holding the faceless doll he received every year, opening and closing his mouth, saying something.

Then Lady Death nodded to him, with a very melancholy look on her face, looking towards the forest behind her brother.

The forest was kept full of people, and everyone hanging in it was facing Lady Death, as if expecting her to do something.

The lady of death did the same thing, she reached out and tried to reach into the forest, but when her hand passed through the outermost edge of the forest, she was blocked by something.

She sighed and took her hand back.

And this time, his brother shook his head at Lady Death.

Then the screen disappeared.

In this way, they did come here, and it seems that they came here for the forest.

But they were not able to enter the forest.

【Release us, save us. 】

The shrill crying never stopped, and it seemed that as time got closer to the festival, it became more terrifying.

It was as if they were waiting for some kind of relief—waiting for someone to do what Lady Death hadn't.

The bell rang suddenly at five o'clock in the morning. There was a clock in the village that would ring only once a month, that is, at five o'clock on the day of the sacrifice.

This foretells everyone that the ceremony is about to begin.

West's consciousness hadn't recovered from the land, and then he saw many people coming out of their homes.

Each of them stood at the door and waited quietly with offerings and their puppets.

After a while, West heard a knock on the door, and he regained his consciousness.

When I opened the door, I saw that the child and the mother-in-law were hugging their dolls and looking at West expectantly.

"The festival is about to start, do you want to come together?" the child said, but he looked at West's empty hands and said involuntarily, "However, all participants in the festival must have their own puppets. You have to have one to participate."

As he spoke, he took out a finely crafted puppet and handed it to West: "I made this in the past few days. Here it is, you just need to pray to him devoutly and tell him your name and hope. It will always bless you forever."

West didn't take it immediately, but looked at the child: "Can you make a puppet?"

"Everyone here will." The child said as a matter of course, and then he stuffed the puppet into Wester's arms, "Hurry up and take it, in this place, there is no way to participate in the festival without a puppet."

West smiled and took it, but the moment the puppet fell into his hands, he had already replaced the puppet in his hand with his own doll while the child was not paying attention, and cleverly found a puppet that the child could not see. Angle.

When he prayed to the doll, he prayed to himself.

After he finished all this, the child showed a happy expression. He told West that after praying to God, he must always respect and believe in him, otherwise he would be cursed.

After West agreed, he finally took West to the festival.

Many people looked at West's hands the first time they saw him, as if they were looking for something.

When they saw the puppet in his hand, everyone nodded in satisfaction, especially the village chief.

He seemed relieved, his eyes became less defensive, and he even got closer.

West read a meaning from his expression—here, the puppet is a status symbol, representing one's own people.

The ritual process of Levansfell is not much different from the many rituals that West knows, and this does not seem to be the most important part.

The child also told him that the most important part of the festival has always been the puppet parade after the festival.

The puppet parade is a performance dedicated to the gods, so every month they will treat this show with special care.

"The puppet parade is very important." When the float was about to arrive, the child pulled West and lowered his head, "Let's start praying."

West imitated him, lowered his head, and made a prayer appearance.

But his eyes were not honest, he looked left and right, especially paying attention to the particularly important puppet tour in the child's mouth.

And when he saw the puppet on the float, West's pupils constricted for a moment—it turned out to be Bruce and the others.

Bruce and the others were all stiff, put in different poses, really like puppets, only the eyeballs were still moving around, they noticed West, and immediately looked at him, as if they wanted to tell West something with their eyes .

"You..." West couldn't help raising his head first, and at this time everyone's prayers were over, and they were excitedly looking at the puppet in the float, so he pulled the child next to him, "This is not a puppet parade Is it? These are all people."

"The annual puppet parade uses live puppets." The child said naturally, "This is a tradition."