Pretty little pitiful always in the Shura field [unlimited]

The moment Heipi's voice sounded, Jin An's heart skipped a beat, he pulled Wu Zhao's clothes unconsciously, and looked at Wu Zhao in panic.

"Brother Da Gen is here."

The voice was weak and trembling, as if he was going to be caught for doing something bad, Wu Zhao raised his eyebrows, pinched his cheeks and asked, "Come here, come, why are you so afraid?"

"It's not like we're having an affair."

Jin Anxin said what was wrong, he came to Wu Zhao behind Hei Pi's back, although he had nothing to do with Hei Pi, but he was inexplicably guilty, but obviously this couldn't be explained to the jealous Wu Zhao.

Jin An panicked and his heart beat fast, but Wu Zhao was excited when he heard Hei Pi's voice. The bedroom door was locked, and Hei Pi didn't come in right away, but he stood at the door and didn't leave. He knocked on the door twice to call him.

"An'an, open the door."

Wu Zhao stood up, and Jin An hurriedly grabbed Wu Zhao's clothes in a panic.

Wu Zhao was in a good mood at first, but when he saw Jin An pursing his lips, as if he didn't want Jiang Dagen to know about their relationship, he suddenly felt a little unhappy.

He pulled his lower lip, pinched Jin An's chin and asked, "What? Could it be that you really want to have an underground relationship with me?"

Jin An was pinched so that he turned up his pretty face, and before he could speak, the bad-tempered boyfriend in front of him said fiercely, "I won't do it!"

After finally having a new identity, he really wanted to announce it to the world. How could he not even tell Jiang Dagen about it? Moreover, this black-skinned man made it clear that he had an impure heart for his family An'an, and he was honest on the surface. This kind of older unmarried youth is the most hungry!

Wu Zhao thought about it and immediately wanted to go to the door, but before he could move, he saw Jin An's mouth deflated and mist appeared in his eyes again.

"You're disobedient again..."

His voice trembled and trembled, a teardrop trembled directly, and fell on Wu Zhao's finger along his tender cheek.

Warm and warm, Wu Zhao was so frightened that he quickly let go of his hand.

"You keep doing this..." In Wu Zhao's flustered expression, Jin An wiped his tears and said in a nasal voice, "I don't want you to be my boyfriend anymore."

……

The bedroom door was locked, and Hei Pi didn't push it at first, and stood outside the door and shouted for a while, but no one opened the door. The old village chief who was waiting downstairs heard the movement, touched his goatee and left. come up.

"What?" the old village chief asked, "That kid Wu Zhao locked the door again?"

Hei Pi hummed, and the old village head was about to knock on the door when the door opened with a "click".

Heipi and the old village head looked up, Wu Zhao stood at the door with a stinky face, and said impatiently, "He's gone to sleep after eating, what's the matter?"

Wu Zhao's tone was so blunt that Jin An couldn't help but shiver under the quilt, fearing that Hei Pi would start a fight with him. Fortunately, the man had a good temper and was not angry, but the old village chief scolded him badly. Boy, let Wu Zhao be more polite.

Then he said to Heipi: "Since he is asleep, let's go first."

Heipi frowned and looked into the room. Just as he was about to say, "I'll wake An An up," the village chief said, "It's not appropriate for him to go."

Jin An's ears perked up. Hearing what the village chief said, he immediately regretted his decision to pretend to be asleep. He had a vague feeling that what Heipi and the village chief were going to do was related to his mission. Now if he gets up, it's not quite right either.

He had an intuition that the black skin would take him home when he saw the state of his mouth, and he couldn't do anything for the next two days.

Jin An moved his hands shrunk under the quilt, and when he was thinking about it, he heard Hei Pi say again: "Then I'll go and see him first."

Jin An didn't dare to move for a moment.

They got up early today, and went to bed late last night. Jiang Dagen didn't think it was strange when Wu Zhao said that Jin An was sleepy after eating. He squeezed sideways into the door and went directly to the bed.

Jin An heard footsteps and quickly closed his eyes.

"An'an?"

After Jiang Dagen approached, he called out in a low voice.

The person on the bed was covered with a thin quilt, half of his face was huddled under the quilt, his exposed cheeks and the end of his eyes were still a little blush, Jiang Dagen looked at it and frowned.

"Really asleep?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch Jin An's face. Jin An felt the movement, and his eyelashes trembled in fright. Just when Jiang Dagen's hand was about to touch it, the old village chief suddenly shouted at the door as if urging him. said.

Jiang Dagen paused, then patted Jin'an's head before turning and leaving.

……

"Okay, get up, everyone is gone."

After Wu Zhao closed the door, he sat directly on the bed and pulled up Jin An's quilt, his lips hidden by the bed were swollen and flamboyant.

Jin An opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, and sat up slowly from the bed. Just now, he used his boyfriend status to threaten Wu Zhao not to tell Jiang Dagen about their relationship, so that Wu Zhao's face was not very good-looking. Ann snorted as she rose from his bed.

"I don't know if your former boyfriend was as shameless as me."

Wu Zhao was very dissatisfied with the yin and yang, Jin An's ears were red, and he pretended not to hear.

After all, the tears on his face hadn't been wiped dry yet, if Heipi really touched him, he would definitely notice something was wrong, and if he lifted the quilt covering his mouth, he would be finished.

After putting on his shoes, Jin An tidied up the clothes messed up by Wu Zhao, and then raised his eyes to see Wu Zhao who was sitting on the bed with his hands folded.

Wu Zhao's face was ugly, his eyelids were drooping, and he didn't have the vigor to provoke people before. Jin An was afraid that Wu Zhao would not take him to make drums in anger, so he slowly moved over and stood in front of Wu Zhao with his beautiful eyes wide open. Round eyes look at him.

Wu Zhao raised his eyelids, opened his mouth and said, "Why..."

In the next second, I felt a soft touch from my mouth.

Wu Zhao was stunned, with a silly and dull expression on Zhang Jun's face.

Jin An bit his lip and whispered, "It's a boyfriend."

It was the first time he took the initiative to use this method to alleviate the unhappy mood of an npc. He was not very proficient in business. Seeing Wu Zhao's dumbfounded expression, he was a little worried that this method would not work, but just when he was embarrassed and wanted to change the subject When he said he was going to make drums, he just opened his mouth a little, and the boy in front of him immediately hugged Jin An.

"Well!"

The young man who always liked to take advantage of loopholes, when Jin An relaxed his vigilance, he just walked in through the gap.

Jin An was thrown onto the bed, the mattress under him was a mess, his hands were pinned down and he couldn't escape.

Jin An's mouth was held in his mouth, and he was forced to open it. He was robbed of a lot of sweet juice before being let go.

The innocent young man who had never kissed anyone was anxious and violent, and couldn't help but move his hands. He pinched Jin An's mime and kept pinching, and finally Jin An bit his tongue before he let out with a hiss.

Jin An thought angrily as he rubbed his chest, don't ask Wu to marry him for the next two days! !

……

Because the kiss was too hard, Jin An was a little angry. In order to coax people, Wu Zhao had to get the drum-making tools immediately. In fact, Jin An wanted to know the secret recipe more. Obviously, to make people suspicious, Jin An can only use this stupid method.

The place where Wu Zhao’s family makes drums is in the special courtyard next door. Jin An saw it during the meeting on the first day. He still remembered that there were many semi-finished drums in the courtyard, but he didn’t see them in the next few days.

When Jin An was upstairs, he completely forgot that there was Gangzi and his family downstairs, so that he was led downstairs by Wu Zhao, and when he met Gangzi's astonished eyes, he panicked.

He remembered that Hei Pi and Gang Zi seemed to be very familiar, in case the other party told Hei Pi...

Just thinking of this possibility, Jin An's legs softened a little.

Fortunately, Gangzi quickly withdrew his gaze from Jin An and turned to Wu Zhao.

"Wu Zhao, can you tell your father for me?"

When Heipi and the old village head went down the mountain just now, Gangzi and his family should have followed, leaving Gangzi alone to guard the coffin.

It was almost past ten o'clock in the morning, and Jin An remembered that they asked Hei Pi to help carry the coffin up last night. He originally thought that the other party was going to bury the coffin on this mountain, but now it seems that this is not the case.

[Does this village have special burial customs? 】Jin An listened to Gangzi's words, and tentatively asked the system.

The system said: [Please explore by yourself];

It seems that there is, but I don't know if it has anything to do with the task.

When Jin An was thinking about it, Wu Zhao had already rejected Gangzi, and he led Jin An directly to the nearby yard.

Jin An glanced back at Gangzi, and asked Wu Zhao in a low voice, "Why do they ask the village chief for help?"

He didn't know if Wu Zhao would tell him the truth, but compared to Jiang Dagen, Wu Zhao spoke better.

The room next door was locked, and Wu Zhao was looking for a key to open it at this moment. Hearing this, he glanced at the coffin not far away, and said to Jin An, "He wants to bury his father according to the original clan rules."

"But that old custom has long since been abolished."

The door lock was opened, and a smell of wood mixed with a strange fragrance came from the pavement.

The layout is obviously different from the wooden house next door for living. The first floor is full of wood and small flower drums, and there are even ready-made ones piled up in the corners of the walls.

Wu Zhao took out two small wooden stools from the living room and placed them under the eaves for Jin An to sit on. Then he went back to the room and brought out a large pile of skins, which he hung on the bamboo poles outside to dry.

The amount of skins was very small, and the two bamboo poles were hung up. Jin An compared the semi-finished drums in the house that had not been skinned, and felt that the skins were not enough, so when the witch tricks came back from drying, he asked, "Is it enough?"

It feels like this amount of skin may only be able to make [-] drums.

Wu Zhao said casually: "Enough is enough. We only sell dozens of drums a year. Now most of the young people in the village go out to work instead of making drums."

Jin An was stunned for a moment, thinking that it is no wonder that there are so few young people in the village. If only a few dozen drums are made every year, no matter how expensive the price is, they may not be able to support a family.

Jin An glanced sideways at Gangzi who was still in the yard next to him. It was approaching noon and the sun had begun to rise. Gangzi found a piece of black leather from somewhere and covered the coffin.

Wu Zhao sensed his gaze and said, "Second Uncle, in the early years, he didn't think drums could make money, so he went to work in the city, and he didn't learn the skills in the city."

"According to the rules of our family, only relatives who can make drums can be buried according to the clan rules, so my father disagrees."

Having said that, Wu Zhao paused, and then said slowly: "And the old customs are not in line with the current world."

Jin'an was still at a loss when he heard the second uncle, and only when he saw Wu Zhao's gaze behind him did he realize that he was talking about Gangzi's father.

In the plot, it is only mentioned that the clans in Gugu Village are distinct, and that only relatives of the same clan can learn how to make drums, but there is no mention of the funeral rules.

Jin An didn't care too much at this time, and didn't ask any more questions after saying "um", and just asked the system to help record Wu Zhao's drum-making steps in his heart.

Although it was said that he taught Jin'an to make drums, in fact Wu Zhao did it himself. Jin'an just watched from the side, holding some polished wood chips and doing it by himself.

Most of the materials have been prepared long ago, the witch moves are skillful, and the work is very fast. In less than an hour, the drum body has been finished. It is round and the arc of the wooden board is very beautiful.

Jin An originally thought that with the personality of Wuzhao, he should not be particularly patient with this kind of handicraft, and he might play for a while during the process of making it, but in fact, he was very serious when making Wuzhao, except that he was afraid that he would be bored from time to time. , the rest of the time, the eyes are focused on the drum.

The rubberized hub needs to be shaped, so Wu Zhao made two. Seeing that Jin An was bored with this step, he took out the semi-finished product that had been baked and shaped. It is painted with the iconic patterned totem of Gugu Village, which is very similar to the one on Wu Zhao.

Wu Zhao took out a piece of cowhide that had been prepared in advance, put it on the drum body, stretched it to bind it, and then used nails to make it even, and then took it to dry.

Jin An took the drum that was still stuck in the first step, took advantage of Wu Zhao to move the drum to dry, and quickly asked the system: "Have you remembered it?"

System: "Hmm."

Jin An was overjoyed and asked, "Then my mission has been completed?"

It's just that he was happy for a while, and the system replied after submitting the secret recipe: "No."

Jin An was taken aback: "Why?"

The system said: "The recipe is incorrect."

……

When submitting the task, Jin An actually vaguely felt that something was wrong, because the process was too smooth. Even if Jin An didn't know how drums were made in other places, he felt that the steps of witch tricks were very simple, so he didn't look at it. Where does it make any difference.

When Jin An was notified by the system that the secret recipe was wrong, his first reaction was that Wu Zhao lied to him, but he overturned this idea in just a second.

System: "Why?"

Jin An bit his lower lip, and said a little coyly, "It's just intuition..."

system:"……"

Wu Zhao was so serious just now, it didn't seem like he was perfunctory at all, Jin An felt that the other party didn't lie to him.

The system is speechless.

Jin An gritted his teeth and thought hard, and asked tentatively, "I don't know if it's a witch trick?"

The system was silent for a moment before replying: "There is a possibility."

It's just that if Wu Zhao didn't know about it, then his previous little plan would be completely useless.

When Jin An thought about it, his mouth immediately dropped, and he felt so wronged that he was kissed for nothing.

Jin An: "Whoa, the chest was also pinched in vain..."

system:"……"

"Why are you so sluggish?"

Wu Zhao straightened things up, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Jin An sitting on a chair with his head shrugged.

He wiped his hands, sat down on the small wooden bench next to Jin An, and looked down at Jin An.

The person in front of him stared blankly, his mouth was tightly pursed, and the dimples on his cheeks were all poked out.

"Tired? Or bored?"

Wu Zhao stretched out his hand to lift up the man's head, and squeezed it. Jin An was very sad because he failed to take advantage of the loophole. He didn't want to talk to Wu Zhao when he saw Wu Zhao.

While thinking about it, there was a sudden noise from next door.

Jin An looked sideways, and Gangzi, who had been guarding the coffin, seemed to accidentally hit the coffin with his elbow, and was rubbing his teeth, wondering how long they would have to stand at the gate of Wuzhao.

Why are you so obsessed with using the old funeral customs?Is there anything special?

Jin An thought about it, and asked Wu Zhaoju: "Why does your second uncle want to be buried in the old way..."

Again no good.

Jin An was just asking casually, but he never expected Wu Zhao to reply: "Oh, even the older generation say that burial according to the old customs can lead to eternal life."

Jin An: "?"

Jin An raised his eyes blankly, as if he didn't understand Wu Zhao's words.

Wu Zhaohun said nonchalantly, "It's all just feudal superstition. There is no such thing as immortality."

"And the old customs are quite inhumane." Wu Zhao frowned when he said this.

This is the second time Jin An has heard Wu Zhao mention the old custom is inhumane, and every time he mentions it, his tone is not very good.

In various folk horror films, words such as "eternal life" are generally mentioned, which are related to the main theme of horror. Jin An subconsciously asked: "Wh, what custom?"

Witch Zhao played with Jin An's fingers, raised his long and narrow eyes slightly, and when matched with the extraordinarily red totem patterns he painted today, he looked a little strange and weird.

Jin An pursed his lips, inexplicably a little nervous.

Wu Zhao looked at Jin An, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly leaned over to press Jin An's ear, and said in a slow and deep voice: "It is said that the human skin is peeled off to let the soul float out."

Jin An was taken aback, and goose bumps popped up all over his body.

The author says:

An An's Diary: The plan failed, and she was pinched by white relatives, unhappy;

Thank you for irrigation, 20 red envelopes today, okay, the weather is hot recently, please don’t eat indiscriminately, I ate a spoiled bread, I’m exhausted! !

感谢在2022-07-2216:30:00-2022-07-2417:32:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 12 bottles of zithers; 2 bottles of Su Chen; 1 bottle of Xiao Zhanshun Shunli;

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