When someone with depression enters the horror game

The rain fell in time, and it was a joy.

It's just that after the rain, it snowed heavily during the dog days, floating everywhere like goose feathers, which was considered a miracle in the village.

The villagers grew fond and grateful for their young witch.

White clouds and green dogs, time flies, and it is another spring after the cold and summer.

The scenery in the village is still as beautiful as a picture scroll.

Swallow grass and green silk, green branches of Qinsang mulberry, random flowers and catkins, and willows slanting in the wind.

Peach Blossom is still smiling at the spring breeze.

A gentleman surnamed Shen once said (note) that most of the people living near the water are among the peach blossoms. In spring, you only need to pay attention. Wherever there are peach blossoms, there must be people.

A young man in sackcloth carried a flagon and found this place along the Qingxi River.

He walked to the entrance of the village along the path, and the faces of several older girls were flushed.

The old people surrounded him in amazement and asked what happened.

The young man showed a gentle smile, and replied that it was by fate that he got here by mistake.

The old people feel faintly familiar, because this smile seems to be a person.

Like who?

This smile... like their witch?

"What's the name of this little brother?"

"Zheng Qing."

The few old people looked at each other, and remembered well that when Wu was still young, he was looking for a man named Zheng Qing in the village.

An old man grabbed the young man's sleeve and said enthusiastically, "It's been a long time since there's been a stranger in the village. Come, come, come and have a drink at the old man's house..."

"Looking at your jug, you can tell that you are here to drink wine. The old man has good wine at home. The 70-year-old daughter is red..."

Before Zheng Qing could react, he was dragged home by the old man.

70-year-old daughter Hong?

Several other old people ordered the juniors, and the children ran away to find their witches at the east end of the village.

"My lord... ho... my lord!"

"What's wrong?" Shen Lian poured a cup of tea for the child and asked him to speak slowly.

"My grandfather said that a man named Zheng Qing came."

Shen Lian froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "It should be the same name, the one I was looking for died long ago."

I don't even know where the bones are, whether they have been buried in the ground.

The child tilted his head suspiciously, and obediently drank his tea.

Shen Lian took out a handful of rock candy from the cabinet and handed it to the child, patted his head and said, "Go and play with your friends."

The child held the candy and walked towards the door excitedly. When he reached the door, he seemed to think of something, bowed to Shen Lian, and shouted crisply: "Thank you, my lord! Goodbye, my lord!"

Shen Lian nodded and smiled softly.

The child was playful, so he continued to catch butterflies between the fields.

Shen Lian studied the ink, listening to the tender cry of the warbler outside the window.

After a while, he broke the pen with a "snap".

Another piece of paper wasted.

Zheng Qing didn't understand why the villagers were so enthusiastic about setting up wine and killing chickens.

He still didn't understand until the cups and plates were messed up and the lights were like beans, although he actually didn't eat anything out of caution.

The host was not even angry.

"Old man, you see it's getting late..."

The old man shook his head and said, "My house is small, and I'm afraid there is no room to spare. If you want to stay overnight, you have to go to Wu's place in the east of the village."

Zheng Qing didn't want to stay overnight, he just wanted to leave with an excuse.

So he bid farewell to the old man, saying that he was going to Wu's house, but he was actually planning to leave the village.

The moon climbed on the top of the willow.

The moonlight is as cold as porcelain.

Through the moonlight, he saw a person walking towards him.

"Di - random task generation -"

"Di—random task—leave this village—"

"Di - if the mission fails, the system will determine that the player is dead -"

This village is tricky.

Zheng Qing stared.

The man was getting closer and closer, so close that Zheng Qing could see the complicated golden threads on his black robe.

The owner of the black robe has a pair of obsidian-like eyes that are as cold as water.

"Shen Lian?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but whispered.

There seemed to be a slight fluctuation in Shen Lian's eyes.

Anyone who can call him by name, unless the villagers tell him, is an old friend.

He leaned forward until the shallow breaths of the two were intertwined, and he didn't feel that there was something wrong with the posture of the two at this time.

He touched Zheng Qing's Adam's apple.

the man.

Zheng Qing felt that something was wrong with Shen Lian now.

It's still the same Shen Lian, but it always feels different.

"Zheng Qing?" He heard him calling him, but this guy had been calling him "doctor" before.

"Huh?" Zheng Qing replied.

"A... man?"

He saw that Shen Lian's almost calm eyes were full of surprise and amazement.

It's even more wrong.

"Western medicine treats symptoms?" Zheng Qing asked tentatively.

Shen Lian didn't respond, but looked at Zheng Qing with the look of a madman talking crazy.

Zheng Qing looked Shen Lian from head to toe, and confirmed that this was the previous Shen Lian.

Shen Lian tilted her head and said with a smile, "Zheng Qing...do you want to stay overnight?"

Zheng Qing remembered the task of the system, and looked at Shen Lian again.

This person has definitely not been changed. After all, not everyone can practice such an untidy smile.

So he nodded.

"Okay, very happy."

The images of branches and algae are intertwined, and the moonlight casts a silver light on the path.

The people on the path walked side by side, and no one spoke.

The night wind is a bit chilly.

The two looked at each other with tenderness on the surface, but a well-hidden scrutiny inside.

They all wanted to find something to talk about, at least to test out something, but they found that they both spoke at the same time.

So they stopped talking again.

At the end of the road, there is a house with a light on the door.

Orange fire light, very warm.

The fire light cast a layer of soft light on both of them, and it seemed that the corners of their eyes and brows were much gentler.

"Squeak --" Shen Lian pushed open the door.

"Please come in."

The house is much more luxurious than Zheng Qing imagined, and many things are not used by an ordinary villager at all.

He looked at Shen Lian's black robe again.

"Are you a witch here?"

Shen Lian nodded.

Then the two fell silent again.

Zheng Qing was cautiously probing, and Shen Lian was trying to find out the boundaries of the conversation, so as not to let himself reveal his old background of forgetting the past, and let others fool him at a disadvantage.

Shen Lian poured Zheng Qing a cup of tea.

"Where did that Painted Skin Ghost go?"

Painted Skins?Shen Lian thought of that beautiful guy pretending to be an envoy of God, and laughed: "Shenlong can't see the end, who knows where she went."

Very good, I already know the real body of this girl, a ghost wearing the skin of another girl.

"Aren't you dead?" Shen Lian looked at him.

Zheng Qing took a sip of tea and said, "The princess is dead, why can't I live?"

Who is the princess?

The logic of the man on the other side's words should be that because the princess is dead, he is not dead.But Shen Lian or that Painted Skin Ghost thought he was dead.

In other words, at least Zheng Qing and the princess are on opposite sides.

Therefore, he and Painted Skin Ghost should think that the princess is not dead.

The problem, then, was the princess he didn't know.

"The concubine is dead?" Shen Lian asked tentatively.

"This matter was done by you and Painted Skin Ghost."

Maybe Shen Lian should ask Painted Skin Ghost again, and he can piece together part of his memory, but unfortunately that woman disappeared again.

The clues are still messy.

Is the person drinking tea in front of me trustworthy?

Shen Lian yawned, pointed in one direction and said, "I'm tired, I'll talk about it tomorrow if there's anything else, the guest room is over there."

As he spoke, he ignored Zheng Qing, turned off the light and went straight to the bedroom.

Zheng Qing sorted out Shen Lian's sense of disobedience this time, and went to bed to rest.

Shen Lian actually couldn't sleep at all.

In fact, he was not surprised when he heard the news today, maybe he has always had a subconscious that he will meet his old friend again.

I can't calm down, it's getting dark, maybe that person will leave.

He is still a little curious about his past.

So he thought about it again and again, and went out at dusk. It was fate if he met him, but it was God's will if he didn't.

The lights in front of the mountain are like dusk, and the clouds come and go on the top of the mountain.There are several villages in the sound of partridges, and there are old friends in Xiaoxiang.

The artistic conception is beautiful, but the sky is relatively dark, he thought, could it be that he was dazzled?

The old man's gender is male?

Although he was calm, he was still a little surprised.

Now that I think about it carefully, it seems that Painted Skin Ghost has never explicitly said that "Zheng Qing" is a girl.

"After Zheng Qing died, you still want to die for him..."

The peony circulated in his mind.

He was even more distraught.

Ever, what happened?

Is Lao Tzu's former lover a man?

Zheng Qing actually couldn't sleep either.

In such an obviously tricky place, it would be a ghost if he could sleep well.

Perhaps only Shen Lian is worthy of trust.

He also organized his thoughts.

Painted Skin Ghost is gone now, in a state of temporary disappearance.

Shen Lian and Painted Skin Ghost thought they were dead.

In other words, the two of them thought that the princess was not dead.

Then the problem lies with the princess.

Going one step further, something went wrong with Shen Lian or Painted Skin Ghost.

He was more inclined to go wrong with that painted skin ghost carved in jade.

In addition - Shen Lian seems to have a problem.

He didn't come up with a password.

Suspicious everywhere.

But he is definitely still the original Shen Lian.

What happened?

As he thought, he gradually became dazed and fell asleep.

until he opened his eyes again.

It's already bright.

He was tied firmly to a chair.

Shen Lian sat across from him and looked at him, seeing that he was awake, she smiled and propped her head maliciously to be cute.

"There is sweat medicine in the tea."

He stretched out a finger to pick up Zheng Qing's chin, and sighed: "What a skin..."

Maybe I had good taste before amnesia.

"Well, I just laughed a little too hard."

Zheng Qing stared at him calmly and asked, "What are you doing?"

Shen Lian lowered her crow-feather eyelashes, and then smiled with an unknown meaning.

"Are you planning to leave this village?"

"I won't allow you to leave."