Mosaic Fairy Tale [Unlimited Streaming]

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"Okay..." Before Cheng Hexia finished speaking, she was interrupted by Ren Ange's voice.

"It's so scary!" Ren Ange suddenly plunged into Qiu Chenliang's arms.

Cheng Hexia: "..."

Qiu Chenliang frowned and stared at the back of his head, grabbed his collar with some disgust, but couldn't move it.

Ren Ange was half out of fear, and half out of deliberate, holding him tightly but not letting go.

"Ren Ange." Qiu Chenliang gave up when he saw that he couldn't be pulled.

"Huh?" Ren Ange didn't move, and even hugged him even tighter.

"Are you still shameless?" Qiu Chenliang leaned against the wall, his eyes lowered.

Ren Ange: "No more."

Cheng Hexia couldn't help but look back and forth between his two bodies. Seeing Qiu Chenliang looking over, he twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, but didn't look away.

"Get up." Qiu Chenliang pushed him.

"I'm really scared." Ren Ange's voice was hoarse, and he sounded pitiful.

"Let's go, what are you afraid of, a big man?"

Qiu Chenliang grabbed his arm again and lifted him up, this time he was really lifted up.

It's just that this guy's eyes were red, tears were shining faintly, his mouth was slightly pouted, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Qiu Chenliang: "..."

He closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

"up to you."

Ren Ange immediately smiled and continued to lie in his arms.

He rubbed his arm quietly, hiss—it hurts him to death, pinch him softly next time.

Ren Ange didn't know when he fell asleep, and it was dawn when he woke up again.

As soon as he raised his head, he met Qiu Chenliang's gaze, and he greeted lazily.

"Morning!"

He faintly seemed to see Qiu Chenliang's brow twitching.

He smirked "hehe" a few times and got up from him.

The hour hand has turned from twelve to eleven, and the paper figurine was placed next to the coffin at some point, with clear features on its face again.

"We haven't had breakfast yet." Ren Ange flipped through his backpack, "It's good to have the help of the little princess, do you want some bread?"

"I'm not hungry." Qiu Chenliang glanced at his backpack, "The little princess is the name of that system?"

"That's right..." Ren Ange noticed that Cheng Hexia was looking at him eagerly, so he picked up a bag of bread and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

"Hmm..." Cheng Hexia nodded quickly, "Thank you!"

Ren Ange passed the bread over, "You are not afraid of me being poisoned."

Cheng Hexia smiled sheepishly, took the bread, and thanked her again.

There were footsteps outside the door, it was the old man.

"Let's go."

Several people followed the old man to a house.

"An Ge——" He Huashan happily ran over when he saw them, holding a steamed bun in his hand, with one cheek puffed out like a hamster.

"Aren't you injured?" He Huafan looked him and Qiu Chenliang up and down. "No." Ren Ange rolled his eyes, how about you? "

"No, it's good to have my sister here, hehe!"

"Chen Liang, An Ge." He Qiufeng walked over.

"Sister He, good morning." The corners of Ren Ange's mouth rose.

Qiu Chenliang then called out "Sister He".

He Qiufeng raised the corner of his mouth, and said to Ren Ange, "You're in a good mood."

Ren Ange looked at her and blinked, just smiled and said nothing.

"Today is the first seven days for that ghost lady." He Qiufeng said when they walked out of the house.

"It's the woman in the coffin." He Huashan explained.

"Ghost Empress, we know..." Ren Ange was a little surprised, "Why haven't you been buried after seven days?"

"Usually they are buried in about three days. People in this village say that this time is also unprecedented."

He Qiufeng tilted his head slightly, and pinned one side of his hair behind his ear. "This matter was ordered by the witch in the village, and no one in the village dared to disobey it."

"The witch is that old man?" Ren Ange raised his eyebrows.

"Well, Huafan and I plan to go and have a look tonight."

He Huafan's eyes widened in surprise, "When will I..."

"Otherwise you stay there alone?" He Qiufeng glanced at him.

He Huashan shook his head hastily, and said, "No, I'd better stay with you."

"That's it."

"Then let's go together too..." Ren Ange bumped Qiu Chenliang lightly with his arm, "Huh?"

"Yes." Qiu Chenliang smiled.

Ren Ange's eyes lit up. "That witch probably won't let people stay in the ancestral hall tonight."

"What's that sound?" He Huafan listened with his ears sideways, his nostrils fluttering slightly. "You smell it, it seems to smell like burning paper money again."

Ren Ange sniffed it carefully, and it seemed that it was there, and it didn't seem to come from the ancestral hall.

"There won't be another funeral, right?" Ren Ange looked at them suspiciously.

"Not sure." He Qiufeng smiled, "A clue, right, Chen Liang?"

Qiu Chenliang hooked the corner of his mouth and glanced at her. "Shall we go and see?"

"Let's go." He Qiufeng raised his chin.

"Really..." He Huafan whispered.

"Is this going to be buried today?"

Ren Ange saw the sorceress again, with a mask on her face, singing something babbling.Holding a crutch in his hand, he is dancing some kind of dance.

She yelled a few words loudly from time to time, and circled in the yard in front of the house, followed by a row of people in sackcloth and mourning, all with their heads bowed.

There are many spectators around, all attracted by this sacrificial activity.

"Hey, big brother, what's the matter?" Ren Ange grabbed a middle-aged man next to him and asked.

"Oh—are you from other places?" The middle-aged man showed an expression of enthusiasm, and finally someone gave him a chance to tell a story.

"Some time ago, Zhang's second child in our village rolled down the cliff when he went up the mountain. His daughter is so filial, and she is usually with his father."

The more he talked, the more joyful his eyebrows became, and he kept spitting out.

"That day, when the sun was setting, his father hadn't come back yet, so he rushed up the mountain to look for it! You said it was a crime—"

The middle-aged man frowned with a look of pity. "The next day, the father and the daughter didn't come back at dawn!"

"I didn't see anyone, everyone went up to the mountain to look for it! The second child was frozen when I found it! Zhang Xiaoxia... Even his daughter fell down, and her face was covered in blood! Let me see that person It doesn't work..."

He suddenly lowered his voice, looked left and right, and his eyes stayed on the sorceress in the yard, "But that sorceress said yes! He's still lying in the room now, Zhang Laoer is gone, and now that sorceress is taking care of her every day. The big guys wanted to go and see what they cared about, but they were all stopped by that sorceress!"

"I don't know what to do!" The man frowned and stroked the stubble on his chin.

"Then, is that Zhang Xiaoxia in this house?" Ren Ange raised his chin towards the house.

"Yeah, she lives with her father, and Zhang's second child is buried today, and the coffin is still parked in the house!"

The man looked into the yard and said, "Hurry up, I'll be buried after a banquet!"

"Then do you still remember the day when they had an accident?" He Qiufeng asked.

"Just... three or four days." The man scratched his chin.

"Three or four days..." He Qiufeng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Isn't there a ghost lady in the ancestral hall?"

"Yeah." The man clapped his hands suddenly, "I don't know what happened this year. I originally planned to let it go for three days. Who knew that witch suddenly said that it would be stopped for seven days. Isn't today the seventh day? Oh—— ——I remembered! This second father and daughter were moved back on the third day!"

"What a coincidence?" Ren Ange frowned slightly.

"Yeah, who knows? We don't understand what the sorceress said!"

Several people looked at each other and left here calmly.

"Is that sorceress so powerful?" He Huashan scratched his head, "Is there really any magic?"

"There must be something strange about this." Ren Ange turned his eyes and stopped on a piece of paper money on the ground.

"Is there a possibility?" Qiu Chenliang was silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "The sorcerer originally planned to keep the ghost lady's body for three days, but Zhang Xiaoxia's accident made her have to park it for a few more days."

"Why not because of Zhang Laoer?" He Huafan wondered.

"Because Zhang Laoer is going to be out of the coffin today, if it's because of him, today would not be his funeral." He Qiufeng flipped his hair.

"That's right." Qiu Chenliang continued, "But why did she do this? And that person also said just now that he was covered in blood, so the chance of surviving is not high."

"Hiding so secretly at home, and not being seen by others, why is that?"

"Could it be... Zhang Xiaoxia is actually dead?" Ren Ange met his gaze.

"It's possible." Qiu Chenliang's eyes moved down from his eyes, and he didn't know where they stopped.

"Two bodies, again both female. One of them is at least superficially intact, the other may have been extensively damaged."

"Besides, there is an inexplicable paper doll pasted on the back of Empress Ghost, I guess, maybe that Zhang Xiaoxia also has one on her back." He raised one eyebrow, with a little flamboyance between them.

"Paper man?" He Qiufeng looked at him.

"Yes, it was cut from a piece of red paper." Qiu Chenliang raised his eyes. "I don't know what it's for, but it's not hard to guess."

"What's that for?" Ren Ange blinked.

The corners of Qiu Chenliang's mouth curled into a slight smile, but it was a secret. "Maybe we can ask the boss."

"Will he know?" He Huashan rubbed his cheeks with both hands, looking in deep thought. "You don't necessarily tell us if you know it? He Qiufeng: "What boss? "

Qiu Chenliang: "A paper figurine seller."

"Paper man?" The young boss Dan Feng narrowed his eyes and his expression darkened.

Ren Ange suspected that he didn't know, and felt a little regretful in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the boss adjusted his glasses, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he spit out a few words.

"interesting."

Although he said "interesting", there was no sign of interest on his face, and the corners of his mouth were also terribly cold.

"Then do you know what this is for?" He Huafan asked.

"This is called "paper-cutting and moving soul". Usually, a red paper figure is pasted on the back of a corpse, and another white paper figure is pasted on the chest of a living person. I don't know how to cast the spell. The specific effect is Transfer the soul of a living person to another body. "The boss reached out and fiddled with the paper doll beside him, his expression disappeared.

"Boss, do you know what's going on in this village?" Ren Ange asked.

"Something in the village?" The young boss showed him a gentle smile, "To tell you the truth, I'm also a foreigner, and I haven't been here for long."

"Then why did you start the business of selling paper figurines, boss?"

He Qiufeng glanced at him, then turned his eyes to the paper figurines, big and small.

"I actually learned to draw, and it's not difficult to do these jobs." The boss curled one finger and plucked the paper figurine's braids. "This store is not mine either. I just help sell it and make some money."

"After a while, I will go back too, and I don't plan to stay for a long time."

He smiled and glanced at He Qiufeng.

"Then what are you doing here?" He Huashan blinked and cast a puzzled look.

"I——come to see a relative." The young boss looked at him with a smile, and then at several other people, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Several people thanked them and left here.

"The other white paper figurine is probably pasted on Zhang Xiaoxia's body." He Qiufeng put one hand casually on the other arm.

"Shall we go to Zhang Xiaoxia's house and take a look?" Ren Ange asked.

"We can go in while others are carrying the coffin." He Qiufeng said, "It's not yet noon."

"That's right." Ren Ange suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "It's no wonder that the corpse is so well preserved. I'm afraid it's the ghost of that sorceress."

"But why hasn't she let Zhang Xiaoxia's soul move to that ghost lady?"

"Do you remember?" He frowned, "Today is the seventh day of that ghost lady."

"I heard that in the first seven days, the ghosts will come back to have a look."

"Could it be that the sorceress is waiting for today?" The more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

"If the soul has been transferred before, that ghost lady will definitely be unhappy when she comes back and sees that her body has been taken by someone else!"

"It makes sense." He Huafan opened his eyes wide, with a look of approval, "But why did the sorceress do this? And that Zhang Xiaoxia, what does she have to do with her, she bothers so much?"

"Then why didn't he save Zhang's second son?" He Huashan scratched his hair and sighed after a while of hard thinking.

"Forget it, I'd better leave this brain-burning game to you guys. Hey, why are there so many paper money?"

While he was talking, some paper money flew over and stuck to his face.

"Bah bah!" He Huafan frowned, "There's a strange smell, did it burn the incense again?"

Ren Ange also frowned, and waved his hand in front of his nose a few times. "The smell is too strong."

"Isn't this coming from Zhang Laoer's house? The smell in the ancestral hall is not so strong, it's even heavier than just now!" He Huafan said while covering his nose.

"Indeed." Qiu Chenliang twitched his lips into a smile, "Zhang Laoer's family smells too strong."