When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

The sky was completely dark, Xiaoli Village was brightly lit in the night, and there were endless noises, as if some kind of happy event was being held.

Feng Zhu hadn't returned until this time, and the three of them entered the village slowly, but they saw a tall and thin figure standing at the entrance of the village from a distance, blocking their way.

When I got closer, I found that the figure was an old man, with all white hair and wrinkles on his face, which looked extremely old.

Only the old man's eyes were still sharp and cold, without any trace of confusion.

He stared straight at the three of Yiqi and sized them up and down, with a skeptical and scrutinizing attitude, with inexplicable subtle hostility.

Yuan Linlin and Li Guoqiang looked at each other, immediately became vigilant, walked forward quickly, and stood in front of Yi Qi.

Li Guoqiang raised his hand and pressed the concealed weapon on his waist. On his face, the expression on his face was calm, and he even smiled at the figure: "Old man, the three of us are tourists who came to visit Ximing Mountain, but we went astray when we went down the mountain. I was dizzy and turned around in the mountain for a long time, but I couldn't find the way out, and finally found a light here, so I rushed over."

On the other hand, Yuan Linlin quietly turned the muzzle of the gun at his waist, pointing forward, to prevent any accidents from happening.But she pretended to be panic-stricken on the surface, like an ordinary girl in distress, crying in a sobbing voice: "We have been walking in the mountains for a whole day, hungry and tired, and we couldn't find them until dark. As for the way out, can you always tell us where this is?"

The old man still looked at them with a distrustful gaze. His gaze stopped when it passed by Yuan Linlin, and he looked at the young girl calmly for a few more times. Then he turned his gaze and stared directly at Yuan Linlin. Yi Qi who was blocked by two people.

"What on earth do you guys do?" He asked seriously, "And how did you get in here?"

Yi Qi's appearance is really outstanding, he doesn't look like an ordinary person.

Yi Qi raised his hand, stopped the two companions from continuing to behave miserably, stepped forward by himself, and said gently in a soft and slow voice: "When we were going down the mountain, we suddenly encountered a thick fog. I couldn't see my fingers in the thick fog, I stumbled around all day, and I somehow ended up here."

"Excuse me, old man, how far is it from here to Dali Village? The salutes of all of us are still in the hotel in Dali Village!"

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but relax a bit: "It turns out that there was a white mist... No wonder you guys came in."

Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help but sneered again: "Aside from a mess of graves, what else is there to do in Ximing Mountain? You guys came all the way here, maybe it's just to see some broken graves?"

Yi Qi nodded, with a look of embarrassment on his handsome face: "To be honest, the few of us are a team, specializing in live broadcasting of adventures related to supernatural events. Thinking of getting lost on the way..."

In order to show his sincerity, he deliberately opened the backpack on his back and showed it to the old man.

Sure enough, there were some weird scientific instruments and shooting equipment inside. Although the old man couldn't understand it, he also understood that there were no weapons or anything like that in the bag.

Since it is a profession of mixed live broadcasting, it seems reasonable for the young man in front of him to be more handsome, and he has dyed his hair white, presumably for the purpose of attracting attention.

Most of the doubts in the old man's heart were dispelled. After changing his cold attitude just now, a smile appeared on his face in an instant, and he greeted several people beamingly: "This is Xiaoli Village. Since it is a tourist who accidentally lost his way, then tonight Stop for a while and rest your feet!"

There was no trace of hostility on his body, his eyes were narrowed with a smile, and the wrinkles on his face piled up one after another, like a most ordinary kind old man.

It's just that his eyes kept glancing at Yuan Linlin, the only woman in the team.

The three of them exchanged glances in private, and then Yuan Linlin deliberately stepped forward, pretending to be weeping and weak, and said in panic, "Xiao Li Village? We... We didn't know there was a Xiao Li Village near Ximing Mountain." , there is no such village on the map..."

"Cough! Maps can be wrong. Our village is small and out of the way. It's normal not to mark it on the map." The old man looked at the 'panicked' Yuan Linlin, and smiled kindly again, "I'm from Xiaoli Village. Village head, little girl, don't be afraid!"

The three of Yiqi pretended to be at a loss, but finally chose to follow the village chief and entered the village.

The smile on the village chief's face became more and more smug, and while leading the way, he said: "Our village is too remote and the transportation is inconvenient. You can't get out with your two legs alone."

"So for the past few days, you should stay in the village with peace of mind. When the happy event at hand is over in our village, we will send a few young people to drive you out."

"happy event?"

Yi Qi raised his eyebrows, and keenly grasped the key words: "I can hear the excitement here from afar, may I ask what happy event is going on in the village?"

The village chief waved his hands beamingly: "Old Li, who runs the coffin shop in the village, wants to marry his only son a wife, so he has a big feast in advance, and will pick up the bride in two days. You guys came by coincidence, before leaving You can also catch up with a glass of wedding wine."

"Also, the village's annual God Sacrifice Festival is about to arrive, just in time for Lao Li's wedding. Two lively events come together, and the village simply celebrates together, so it's rare to make a big fuss."

Coffin shops, weddings, festivals...

Yi Qi silently kept these key words in his heart, but said gratefully on his face: "We almost didn't know what to do when we got lost. Fortunately, you have the village chief to take us in. We will definitely go to the wedding when the time comes. There will be no less money!"

The village head waved his hand with a smile, and he was very generous: "There is no need for the money!"

"After all, it's a little thought!" Yi Qi insisted.

The two were courteous for a long time, during which time they passed by the place where the wedding was being prepared in the village.

The coffin shop run by Lao Li’s family is located in the north of the village entrance. At this time, the door of the shop is open. White wreaths, paper figurines, elegiac couplets, paper money, and heavy ebony coffins are all available in the shop. The shop is dominated by black and white. It looked very gloomy in the night.

And the new house prepared for the couple's marriage is actually located opposite the coffin shop.

The new house is being decorated with lanterns and festoons, red paper, red lights, red flowers, red carpet... The upper and lower sides are decorated, filled with a joyful atmosphere, with bright and bright colors.

There is only a narrow street between the two houses, face to face, face to face, happy events and funerals exist at the same time, separated by a street, completely different painting styles, one red and one white picture are very visually impactful.

Even outsiders like Yi Qi felt inappropriate in such a scene, and couldn't help frowning secretly.

But the villagers of Xiaoli Village didn't notice anything unusual, instead they were busy setting up the wedding hall.

In Xiaoli Village, almost everyone has the surname Li, and they are of the same clan, and they are extremely united, so there are an unusually large number of young people who come to help.

I just don't know which of these young people is the groom?

The village chief led a few people past the wedding hall, a big pagoda tree in the center of the village, and the ancestral hall in the village, and finally came to the village chief's own home.

The village head's house is located in the depths of the village, next to the ancestral hall. The yard and house are extraordinarily large, and there are quite a few empty rooms, enough for three tourists to share one room.

He arranged several people to live in him, caring, serious and kind, not like taking in strangers, but like entertaining his own children and nephews.

Before leaving, he also specially said to Yi Qi: "In a few days it will be the festival of worshiping the gods in the village, aren't you the anchor? Then you can live broadcast the ceremony of worshiping the gods. Isn't this better than filming the graves of those mass graves?"

Yiqi's eyes moved slightly.

Xiaoli Village has disappeared inexplicably for 30 years, but the villagers know the existence of the live broadcast, and the news has never been outdated. They have obviously been in touch with the outside world.

But once an outsider enters Xiaoli Village, the communication equipment on his body will be cut off immediately, making him unable to contact the outside world.

Obviously, this is a deliberate setting for outsiders.

Facing the glaring old village chief, he kept his face calm, but pretended to be happy and said: "That's really great! I was worried that there would be no satisfactory material, so how should I explain to the fans next! Unfortunately……"

He pretended to be frustrated again, and showed his mobile phone to the village chief: "Since we entered the village, the signal has not been very good, and the phone page has been frozen, and I can't live broadcast at all."

His mobile phone page at this time is the personal space of his anchor account, which clearly shows the account name "Approaching Science", his past live broadcast playback records, and a huge number of fans.

The eyes of the old village head turned around on the account page he deliberately called out, and the smile on his face became a little more serious: "So you are really the anchor..."

The number of fans is still very large, which obviously cannot be counterfeited and accumulated in a short period of time.

After finding out the true identity of the person in front of him, the old village head was finally completely relieved, and even forgot to check the belongings of Li Guoqiang and Yuan Linlin, and left the room with peace of mind.

But Yi Qi suddenly lowered his eyebrows after he left.

Something is wrong, there is something wrong everywhere in this village...the weird wedding, the strong guard against outsiders, the kind face of the old village chief, and the other party's intentional retention...

The secrets buried in this village must be deep!

Yi Qi sat on the edge of the bed, laying back on the crude bed, his excellent night vision caught the spider webs on the beams, and slowly analyzed various possibilities in his heart.

Suddenly, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the side, wrapping around his flexible waist.

At the same time, a warm body squeezed from behind, pressed against him tightly, and forcibly separated half of the bed.

A warm breath passed by Yi Qi's ear: "I've been missing for so long, and Xiao Yi doesn't miss me at all, and doesn't even plan to look for me, it's really sad!"

really……

Yi Qi sighed silently, turned around and looked behind him, a pair of shining golden eyes suddenly broke into his eyes in the darkness.

He softly called the other party's name, as if whispering: "Wind Candle."

After disappearing for a full day, his golden-eyed thief returned.

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