The copy NPCs are all my homie [Original God + Unlimited]

After eating, Ying was thinking about the fields on the mountain mentioned by the grandfather before, so she decided to go for a walk on the mountain.

This seems to be called... terraced fields?

She climbed up the steps along the mountain road that people stepped on, and the fields were level by level on the mountain. In each field, there were two or three people busy, and the tools they used were the most common farm tools.

It seems that this place is indeed not very civilized.

Is it because this era is relatively early, or is it because this mountain village is too closed?Ying continued to walk forward while thinking, and unknowingly detoured to the back mountain.

It looks rather desolate here, maybe people have not opened up the wasteland to this side, or maybe there are other uses for the back mountain...

It does have other uses.

Looking at the densely bulging small graves one after another in front of her, Ying couldn't help but feel her scalp tighten.

The scene was truly harrowing.On the mountain that was not so smooth, mounds of soil bulged one after another, like abscesses on the ground, and there were acne-like wooden signs on it, like blood-sucking maggots, which made people feel uncomfortable.

It's not that Ying has never seen a cemetery, but this is the first time she has seen such an uncomfortable cemetery.

She endured a feeling of nausea and walked in, looking at the vertical sign on the grave bag.

Most of the graves are two side by side, and the wooden sign is inserted on the head of the grave on the right. The usual format is "the tomb of xxx, Mrs. X".

Nothing seemed amiss.But this cemetery was endless at a glance, and Ying always felt that something was wrong, so she continued to walk in.

"Ah-ah--" the sound of wings fluttering, Ying was startled, and turned her head to find that a crow landed on the wooden sign beside her, with round eyes rolling around, glancing at her from time to time , It looks like a spiritual wisdom is born.

This thing is pretty wicked.Ying didn't dare to look at it, so she quickened her pace and walked inside.

The further you go in, the configuration of the tomb bag becomes a bulge to match a wooden sign, as if there are some bachelors inside.At the end of the cemetery, Ying stopped in her tracks.There was still a large mass of graves in front of him, but the difference was that there were no wooden plaques on these graves, just tumor-like bulges standing there, and the soil on the graves was old and new.

Suddenly, Ying's gaze froze.

A grave bag in the corner, the soil on it is very dark and looks wet.

It didn't rain last night, Ying is sure of this, and it shouldn't have rained in the mountains, or else the land in this area is wet, and it's not just the soil in this tomb that is muddy.

Wait, a picture suddenly appeared in her mind.

Gu Lang stood opposite her silently, his feet unconsciously grinding the dirt on the ground.The muddy ground was still a little wet, and she carefully moved two steps to the side, for fear of accidentally rubbing the mud on the ground.

It didn't rain yesterday.

The grave bag is wet.

Someone was singing outside Gu Lang's house.

Ying's pupils trembled as she looked at the tomb, she always felt that a hand as pale as a bone would emerge from the piled up soil in the next second, grabbing at her with mud and blood.

Let's go first.

She made a quick decision, turned around and strode away from the cemetery.

After she left, the innermost side of the graveyard trembled.

The crow hovered over the cemetery, patrolling the cemetery like a scout, and then flew away with flapping wings.

**

It took a lot of work to get home.The road on the mountain had many twists and turns. Ying didn't think she was a road idiot, but it was quite a headache to face such a complicated and dangerous road section.

Fortunately, I don’t know if it’s just luck, she always encounters some small animals on the road, such as skylarks flying up, hares darting through the grass, and when Ying encounters hesitation, she walks away from these little creatures. section, and finally found the way down the mountain.

Seeing the low and small house that belonged to her from a distance, Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and also felt a sense of finding home.

This feeling is especially strong when seeing Thomas at the door.

Thomas looked anxious, and when he saw her appear, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "You're back!"

Ying blinked and looked at him innocently: "Why do you seem so worried about me? I'll just take a stroll in my own village and nothing will happen."

Thomas avoided the doubts hidden in her words, and pulled her into the house with a good temper, and asked her to take off her muddy shoes: "Where did this go, it was so dirty."

"Maybe you know where I've been?" Ying blinked again.

"Look at what you said, how could I know where you went?" Thomas shook his head helplessly, and touched her head casually, as if touching some kind of furry animal.

The method is very skillful.Ying narrowed her eyes, this must be because she usually pets cats and dogs a lot.

Just thinking of this, a fluffy dog ​​leaned against his feet.Looks like Thomas gave the Akita a bath and it looks much tidier than it was this morning and is wagging its tail happily.

"Where do you come from, Xiaomaru?" Ying picked up the dog and entered the house.

Thomas came in from the door carrying a basin of water: "Xiao Wan?"

Ying shook the dog: "I just named it casually. Is it okay?"

"...that's fine." Thomas responded, with just the right amount of confusion on his face.

Such a familiar name...

**

After dinner, there was gradually a commotion outside the door.

Ying walked out of the courtyard door, and saw busy women everywhere outside the door, they seemed to be carrying something, busy back and forth.

An old lady saw Ying and yelled at her, "Little Ying! Don't just idle around all day, come out and help!"

"Oh...oh." Ying hurried over, and the other party couldn't help but press a huge sack on her shoulder, and patted her on the back: "Resist it!"

Ying held on to the sack in a daze, but as soon as the other party let go, she was bent over by the sudden weight and almost knelt on the ground.

It was much heavier than expected... Fortunately, Ying didn't do less physical work, but she didn't predict the weight of the sack. She quickly adjusted her posture and followed the flow of people in the same direction.

"That's Village Chief Zhao."

Gu Lang didn't know when he walked to her side, carrying a similar sack on his shoulders.

"What are we doing?" Ying asked her in a low voice.

Gu Lang replied: "Three days later seems to be a very important day, like it happens once every few years. We are going to send all the food to the village entrance except for the food used by the villagers for winter. It will be useful after three days. .”

"Will someone come to buy food?" Ying guessed.

"It doesn't seem to be that simple to listen to the old man at home." Gu Lang frowned, "They seem to be a little secretive about this matter, they just said that I must go shopping."

"You must go? What about me?"

Gu Lang coughed: "I really asked. I said that I would take you to go with me, and they all laughed, saying that you are just newly married, so why do you need to go shopping here?"

"So..." Ying suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I think the same as you." Gu Lang said solemnly.

Ying suddenly felt that she knew who the piles of unnamed graves in the cemetery belonged to.

But what can she do?

**

"what happened?"

After Thomas went to bed after washing, he saw Ying sitting there holding the quilt with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"It's okay, you can go to sleep." Ying looked at the void and murmured back.

"But you're holding my quilt," Thomas pointed out.

Ying just came back to her senses, and quickly handed him the quilt in her hand, a little embarrassed: "Sorry! I was just distracted!"

"You seem to have something on your mind." Thomas took the quilt, but did not lie down immediately, but looked at Ying gently.

Ying pondered for a moment, and decided to ask him: "Do you know about Mulberry Village?"

Thomas was silent for a while: "Actually, I don't know much about it. But if I have to say it, there is actually no big difference between Qinghe Village and Sangshu Village where I live."

"How to say?" Ying looked at him.

"Very..." Thomas paused, as if looking for a suitable adjective, "Stupid."

"Stupid?" Ying repeated the word, thinking it was very interesting.

"As I said before, I lost a piece of memory. When I was twelve or thirteen years old, something happened in Qinghe Village. Although I can't remember the specific thing, it had a great impact on me. , so I left the village."

"When you were twelve or thirteen?" Ying was taken aback.

Thomas nodded: "Yes, this is something I just recalled recently. When I was probably an adult, I lost the memory of the previous five or six years due to an accident. I thought I should be at home, so I returned to the village. At that time, my parents saw I was very surprised afterwards when I realized that I had actually run away from home for several years."

Ying asked, "How old are you now?"

"More than 20, I don't know." Thomas said vaguely.

If it is more than 20, then it has been about ten years since Thomas ran away from home.She suspected that the incident that shocked Thomas, who even thought the village was ignorant and ran away from home, was the important day that would be held three days later.This event may be every five years.Because Village Chief Zhao, who is currently handling various affairs, is relatively young and seems to be very experienced, he should have been in charge once...

"Why, did you think of anything?" Thomas noticed that Ying was distracted, and patted her head again.

"It's nothing." Ying bit her lower lip and lay down, "I agree with you, stupid."

The two lay side by side on the bed, and neither of them spoke.The room was very quiet, as if something invisible was flowing in the night.

Thomas put his hand by his side, he felt as if he was being driven by a mysterious force, and slowly moved his hand inch by inch toward Ying.

A little further...a little further...uh!bumped into!

The back of his hand and the back of his hand were lightly pressed together, and Thomas immediately withdrew his hand and smiled quietly in the dark.

Ying turned her face away, trying to suppress the laughter that was about to escape her throat.

Help, this is really kind of cute.

"oops--"

Suddenly there was a mournful and resentful sigh from outside the house.

Both of them were taken aback, and immediately held hands tightly together.It's not just their hands, both of them turned sideways, facing each other, as if they were using each other to comfort their frightened hearts.

Ying's supernatural amulet hanging around her waist began to heat up.

Misty singing came from outside the house.

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感谢在2022-02-2822:23:16~2022-03-0614:10:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!