Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

When Shen Pei came out of the room, he was surrounded by low air pressure visible to the naked eye.

The sky in the small town was already mostly dark, and with the faint light of the kerosene lamp, the short-haired girl keenly noticed that Shen Pei's shirt was messier than before they came out.

Discussing the plot behind the scenes was a bit xenophobic. Xiaoping, who was led by Cui Rui, recalled it, and quickly patted his side courteously: "Brother Pei, sit down, are you sleeping well?"

"It's alright," secretly suppressing the anger of being molested by a ghost, the black-haired young man nodded slightly, showing some indifference while being polite, "It's almost six o'clock, don't you want to go?"

"Go, of course." When the night of the task came, Du Pengze finally let go of the jealousy at the beginning, and looked at Shen Pei's injury, "Why is it bleeding again?"

"There is a big ghost in town," Shen Pei said calmly without hesitation in betraying the existence of a certain ghost, "It's still a pervert, everyone be careful."

Xiaopingtou tightened his neckline in an instant: "Both? Are those things unisex?"

"No," remembering how skillfully the ghost was touching his body, the black-haired young man said solemnly, "Maybe he likes you just like you."

Hearing this, Xiaopingtou trembled suddenly, especially Du Pengze, who was full of possessiveness, held Cui Rui's hand tightly.

Although the relationship between myself and Shen Pei is indeed not good, after several missions, the other party has never lied about ghosts.

"Is that the ghost in the red dress?" The short-haired girl didn't know what to say until she remembered Shen Pei's special physique, "I seemed to see her when you were sitting on the beauty's couch before."

——Because of the waist-length blue silk, the gorgeous red dress, and Shen Pei's gender, the short-haired girl instinctively turned her into a woman.

"...Just a blink of an eye, I didn't see the face clearly, but I thought it was quite beautiful," she racked her brains to recall, and she added earnestly, "The material of the clothes is also very special, not like ordinary people's."

"The color is bright red, maybe it's about to marry someone?"

"Marry?" The little fat man muttered to himself the hardest to bear the grace of a beauty, "I don't want to be a ghost groom."

The only lit front hall in the house is not far from the player's room. Before they could discuss more about the ghost in red, the young man who was walking in the front stopped: "Here we are."

In the front hall immersed in the night, only a few pale candles were burning brightly. The old mayor sat alone in the main seat directly opposite, his expressionless face was lined by the candle flames, like a picture hanging on the wall. posthumous photo.

However, the moment he saw the players, especially the two girls, he rolled his eyes like a dead fish, and even smiled kindly: "You guys are here, sit down, sit down wherever you want."

Perhaps it was because the old mayor was the only one left in the whole house, and the food on the table was very simple, only a pot of white porridge and a few stacks of green vegetables.

The only thing that surprised the players was that there was a jar tied with red silk next to the bowls and chopsticks of the old mayor, with a big mouth and a round belly, which was half a meter high.

The fat man who was unlucky to be the closest to the other party twitched the tip of his nose and smelled a faint scent of wine.

The fragrance floated in the air gently like clouds, even a "ordinary person" like him who was only interested in meat couldn't hold back his saliva.

"When you're old, you only have a few hobbies left." Seemingly aware of the little fat man's staring eyes, the old mayor turned his head to look at him, "Would you like a drink?"

Is it a player who has been playing in supernatural games? The little fat man was drooling because of the scent, but he still shook his head firmly.

He was not angry when he was rejected, the old mayor just patted the mouth of the altar with a little regret: "It's a pity that the good girl is red."

After saying that, he skillfully removed the red silk that covered the wine jar, and poured himself a small cup with great care.

Du Pengze, who had the best physical fitness, had sharp eyes and ears, and immediately heard that there seemed to be some hard objects such as medicinal materials in the wine jar, which were constantly shaking with the old mayor's movements.

The rich aroma of wine filled the entire hall, and the old mayor lightly leaned his mouth against the edge of the cup and took a sip, letting out a long breath comfortably.

The people of country Z have always paid attention to the culture of a wine table. With this good daughter Hong leading the way, the players quickly figured out the identity of the hanged ghost in the guest room.

——The other party's name is Zheng Yuan, he is the only grandson of the old mayor, he managed to find a wife a few years ago, and within a few days of his birthday, he untied his belt and hanged himself.

"It's a pity, A Yuan's wife is still a college student from other places," the old mayor sighed with a glass of wine in his hand, "She is beautiful and can sing, and all the villagers in the town like her."

"But because of this, A Yuan always suspects that she has someone outside, and the young couple often quarrels behind closed doors."

"One time, A Yuan moved his hands when he was angry. The woman accidentally knocked her head, bleeding all over the floor, and died before the doctor came."

"It should be regret, A Yuan hanged himself on the first seven days."

Regret?

Hot chicken domestic violence men deserve to be abused.

Thinking of the bloodied woman I had seen before, the short-haired girl had an angry expression on her face, but she still closed her mouth after seeing the sad face of the old mayor.

The dead are gone, so why bother the living.

Cui Rui, who had been silent for a while, answered, "Then what happened after that?"

"Later? Then Qingxi Town started to be haunted," the old mayor mumbled in a daze as if he was drunk, holding the wine glass tightly with his fingers, "It's dead, it's all dead."

Raising his hand to wipe away his tears, he staggered to his feet: "The ancestral hall, I'm going to the ancestral hall to see A Yuan."

Having communicated with the terrain of the ancestral hall long ago, Cui Rui and Du Pengze, the leaders, did not stop them, but let each other disappear into the night.

"There's nothing unusual about the ancestral hall," Xiaopingtou, who sneaked to the ancestral hall with suspicion in Shen Pei's eyes, explained, "It's full of memorial tablets, and the names are all male."

Cui Rui pushed his glasses and added: "The rest of the town are all NPCs who can only talk about cars, and they don't have any valuable information except that so-and-so's family gave birth to a daughter."

Xiaoping smacked his head and smacked his lips: "No wonder the hanged ghost cares so much about his wife. It seems that there are very few baby girls born in this town?"

"There are too many monks and too little porridge, no wonder everyone wants a baby girl."

Feeling that the other party's sneering tone was really harsh, the short-haired girl put down her chopsticks with a snap: "I'm full, how do I keep vigil tonight?"

Belatedly realizing that there were still two female players in the team, Xiao Ping raised his hand and made a zipper movement, skipping over this as if forgiving.

While the other players were chattering, Shen Pei sat in the corner like a shadow without any sense of presence, didn't express any opinion, just stirred the porridge in the bowl one after another.

The strong rancid stench lingered throughout the front hall, he frowned, and his whole stomach was churning.

Having died here once in his previous life, Shen Pei certainly knew what the hell Qingxi Town was.

Surrounded by mountains and green waters, the self-sufficient Qingxi Town has traffic congestion, and the ideas of the residents in the town are even more old-fashioned.

About hundreds of years ago, an infectious disease suddenly broke out in Qingxi Town, and the townspeople were dying. A wandering Taoist who happened to pass by here pointed out a bright way for them——

Purple river car, daughter red.

Put the fresh baby girl placenta and wild ginseng into the altar to make wine, and it only takes three days to cure all diseases.

Such an absurd statement is naturally extremely stupid in the present, but for the desperate Qingxi townspeople at that time, this was their only hope.

An unlucky thing like a placenta would not stay for long in ordinary people, so a few townspeople who wanted to live and went crazy took advantage of the dead of night to steal a baby girl together.

Three days later, Qingxi Town had its first altar of Nurhong.

The wine koji was mixed with blood, and the bones were mixed with flesh. Maybe there was some kind of evil in the dark. The first few townspeople who drank the medicinal wine were actually getting better day by day.

If there is one, there will be two. The shadow of death is close at hand. In order to survive, most of the townspeople have given up their humanity.

Anyway, in their conception, a girl who cannot inherit the incense is a "bad life".

There was a slight difference, but there was a thousand miles of error. The prescriptions that were originally just evils completely went astray. Although Qingxi Town survived the catastrophe by luck, it has completely become a breeding ground for monsters.

——especially after discovering that medicinal wine can delay aging.

Thinking of this, Shen Pei felt that the air around him was filthy, and the soaring stench of dead bodies made him want to retch.

It happened that the little fat man was still staring at the wine glass left by the old mayor, and the slightly red liquid was as tempting as a girl's lips.

His eyes were red, and the moment the little fat man was about to pick up the wine glass, a pair of chopsticks suddenly slammed into his hand: "Put it down."

Everyone who was discussing the order of the night watch was taken aback.

The little fat man who knocked down the wine glass was even more annoyed: "Shen Pei, what are you doing? This is the property of the old mayor. If I break a taboo, what will I do if I die tonight?"

"You can't drink alcohol." As if he had expected such accusations a long time ago, the black-haired young man Gu Jing was speechless.

The little fat man said stiffly: "I, I just want to see."

"Is there anything weird about this wine?" Hearing this conversation, the short-haired girl with the most inspiration stepped forward, "I don't see anything."

Cui Rui frowned and echoed: "Me neither."

"There should be something like carrion blood in it," the black-haired young man looked disgusted as he lifted the red silk covering the wine jar, "It stinks."

The mouth-watering fragrance was still smelling from the tip of his nose, and the little fat man poked his head in disbelief, but only saw a jar of crystal-clear wine.

Only Shen Pei, who was not affected by any illusions, could see that there was a small skeleton curled up in the pool of scarlet and cloudy liquid.

A group of players tossed and turned and found nothing. The little fat man covered the red silk with his own hands: "It's scattered, there's nothing."

"Boss Shen is teasing us."

He said the last sentence with both complaints and sarcasm. The black-haired young man didn't respond, but watched the other party carefully pick up the cup that fell on the ground and put it back in its original place.

As the breeze blew by, a soft voice came close to his ear: "It seems that no one wants to believe you..."

"Shen Pei."

"How are we working together?"

The author has something to say: Pei Pei: It’s not good, you deserve a beating, do you know that?

A certain ghost: I don't know.

More, more, I got home too late today, sorry QAQ.

Team up in the next chapter, 0049 will wake up too

Comparing hearts and hugs every day.