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After successfully arriving at the celestial burial platform, the village chief asked them to put down the corpse and organized them to go down the mountain.

Fang Li paid close attention to the celestial burial platform, but found no rotting corpses. There were only a few unbroken stones on the stone platform. They were so white that they looked like human thigh bones.

After descending the mountain, the village was still quiet, and every household had their lights turned off, as if they were in deep sleep.

Only now did Fang Li notice that there were indeed puddles of blood in front of the doors of these people's houses, which should have been left by killing animals during the day.

The village head was about to leave when Fang Li stopped him.

"I see that there is blood in front of your door. Are you going to prepare some kind of sacrifice?" He paused and asked, "Do you need our help?"

Originally, I just asked tentatively, but I didn’t expect the village head to have no intention of hiding it, so he replied directly: "No, the object of our worship is the goddess who protects the safety of the whole village. You foreigners cannot participate, we are taboo this."

Fang Li was actually quite curious about this "goddess", but the village chief's refusal was obvious, so they couldn't ask further.

After returning to the courtyard, Gong Xuefeng winked at several people.

"Come to my room," he said.

So the four of them squeezed into the same small building less than ten square meters.

Gong Xuefeng propped up the window, lowered his voice and said: "When there is movement outside, we will quietly follow."

Zhu Yicheng praised him: "Yes, you are quite good."

Gong Xuefeng chuckled.

Several people sat dryly in the room for half an hour, and the movement of washing outside became less and less, and Fang Li's eyelids were a little heavy.

Zhu Yicheng yawned, bumped Gong Xuefeng with his elbow, and said, "Hey, can you tell stories? Tell a story to refresh yourself."

He didn't dare to call Xie Baiyuan. The stories Xie Baiyuan told could make people stand upright.

Gong Xuefeng also felt sleepy. How could he tell any stories? After thinking for a long time, he came up with one: "Once upon a time, there was a mountain. On the mountain, there was a temple. In the temple, there was an old monk and a young monk. The monk told him a story. The old monk said: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In the temple, there was an old monk and a young monk..."

"Stop, stop," Zhu Yicheng called to stop quickly, with an unhappy expression on his face, "I'm sleepy after you tell it. Isn't your story an endless loop?"

Gong Xuefeng was not happy anymore, he curled his lips and said, "I will tell this story."

I don't know if Xiang Gong Xuefeng's story really has some hypnotic effect. After a few minutes, Fang Li was so sleepy that he began to doze off.

Xie Baiyuan pinched his cheek lightly and said, "Go back to sleep first?"

Fang Li immediately widened his eyes: "No."

He wanted to hold on for a while longer.

But this persistence didn't last him long... After a while, Fang Li fell into a drowsy sleep.

This time Fang Li had his first dream since entering the dungeon.

In the dream, during the second half of the journey up the mountain with the corpse on his back, Fang Li could always hear someone calling him behind him.

He couldn't hear what was being said clearly, but he could recognize whose voice it was - it was Xie Baiyuan's voice for a while, and Zhu Yicheng's for a while, chasing after him like a nightmare.

He couldn't help but want to turn his head back, thinking this way in his heart: No matter what monsters and ghosts are behind him, he should also look back.

But Xie Baiyuan in front suddenly turned around, covering his ears with both hands, and the ring on his middle finger hurt his cheek. He saw Xie Baiyuan's mouth shape, as if he was praying.

"Don't look back, Fang Li, don't look back."

Fang Li sat up from the bed in shock, Xie Baiyuan hugged him tightly, patted his back lightly, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Xie Baiyuan comforted him softly: "I'm here."

Fang Li was still in a trance, closed his eyes and said, "I had a nightmare."

Xie Baiyuan said: "Don't be afraid, nightmares are the opposite."

Fang Li was silent for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had returned to his small room.

"Where are they?" He asked Zhu Yicheng and Gong Xuefeng.

When he asked this question, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, his eyes fell on the ring on Xie Baiyuan's left hand, and his hand under the quilt touched another silver ring hidden in his pocket through the fabric.

Xie Baiyuan snorted and said, "They are all asleep, and the shells can't wake them up."

Fang Li was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "I'll go see Zhu Yicheng."

After that, he got up to put on his shoes.

Xie Baiyuan couldn't help but grab him, tucked him into the quilt, and said, "What are you watching now? It's the same tomorrow morning, sleep!"

Generally speaking, the more he refuses to let go at this time, the more it means something is wrong.

Xie Baiyuan turned off the oil lamp, and he didn't have a clue in his mind.

A few minutes passed, Fang Li did not resist, nor continued to ask to go out, which made Xie Baiyuan heave a sigh of relief.

Fang Li nestled obediently in his arms, sleepiness was like the tide on the shore, dragging his heavy body down in waves.

He pinched his palm desperately, pinched his thigh when his palm was not enough, and used the pain to retain a little consciousness.

After confirming that Xie Baiyuan was asleep, he opened his eyes and carefully took off the ring on Xie Baiyuan's hand.

Now, both rings are in his hand.

When he woke up the next day, Xie Baiyuan still got up before him. Just like yesterday, there was endless noise in the yard.

Fang Li glanced at his phone, and the screen showed that it was 06:30.

Shaking his trouser pockets, the two silver rings were in his pockets, and they collided with each other making a crisp and pleasant sound.

He called Zhu Yicheng and asked him, "What's going on outside?"

Zhu Yicheng couldn't laugh or cry, he said: "I don't know what's going on, the dog hole that was just repaired yesterday was digged again."

Even the size and location of the hole was planed exactly the same as yesterday.

The village head brought people here this time, his face was darkened, but after all he believed that this matter had nothing to do with them, and after returning, he called people out to repair the wall again.

Fang Li stared at the hole for a long time, his eyes seemed to go outside the yard through the strange hole.

It wasn't until Zhu Yicheng called his name several times in a row that he came back to his senses.

"What's wrong with you? You look so bad, is it because you haven't eaten breakfast?"

"I'm fine." Fang Li shook his head.

Because the wall was broken again, Gong Xuefeng felt rather proud.

Everyone was sitting around eating breakfast, his voice was not too loud, just enough for everyone around to hear: "Just say it's not me, if you frame someone for no reason, you should rot your tongue!"

As soon as the words were finished, Xu Bozhong said "Ouch", the porridge bowl tilted, and the porridge spilled all over the floor.His mouth was cold, as if his tongue had been scalded by porridge.

Zhu Yicheng pursed his lips, looking like he wanted to laugh but couldn't do it.

Fang Li didn't notice this dramatic scene, because something more dramatic caught his eye.

He saw the silver ring firmly attached to Xie Baiyuan's middle finger.

Fang Li didn't know how to spend the whole morning.

Both Zhu Yicheng and Gong Xuefeng found out that something was wrong with him, and Xie Baiyuan kindly persuaded him to go aside when he was in a daze for the fourth time, and took over his job himself.

This state lasted until the afternoon, when mourning music sounded outside, and everyone who was working in the yard put down the bamboo sticks in their hands and looked at each other.

Another dead?

Fang Li looked at the gate of the courtyard with some feeling.

Sure enough, not long after, Fu Xiaoqiang walked into the courtyard and said that he would trouble them to go to the funeral tonight.

A little different from usual, before Fu Xiaoqiang left this time, he added another sentence: "We have important things to do in the afternoon, you are busy with your work, don't be lazy."

Fang Li intuited that the important thing he was talking about should be sacrifice.

As soon as Fu Xiaoqiang left, Gong Xuefeng couldn't hold back his small thoughts, leaned over and said in a low voice, "I want to sneak out to see which family has passed away."

Fang Li immediately said, "I'll go with you."

As soon as he stood up, Xie Baiyuan grabbed his arm.

Xie Baiyuan said: "No."

Fang Li frowned: "Why not?"

Xie Baiyuan avoided answering, but his attitude was very firm: "If you can't do it, you can't do it, be good, be obedient."

"..." Fang Li lowered his eyelids, and his eyes fell on Xie Baiyuan's hand that was holding onto him.

The silver ring on that hand was put on by him himself for Xie Baiyuan in Mohe back then.

But he obviously took off the ring with his own hands last night.

After a moment of silence, Fang Li heard himself say, "What if I have to go?"

Zhu Yicheng was cleaning his clothes at first, but he was stunned for a moment when he heard this sentence, and after realizing that his clothes were also dirty, he quickly got up and ran over to make peace.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, what's the matter with you, why did you quarrel with Brother Yuan over such a trivial matter?"

If I remember correctly, this was the first time in his memory that Fang had an argument with Xie Baiyuan.

Xie Baiyuan's face was gloomy, he only stared at Fang Li, and did not let go, as if he wanted to continue the stalemate with Fang Li.

Zhu Yicheng wanted to say something else, but Fang Li suddenly looked at him.

"But is he Xie Baiyuan? How can you be sure that he is Xie Baiyuan?"

This made Zhu Yicheng's face change: "What do you mean?"

Fang Li didn't speak, but held the two identical silver rings tightly in his hands.

And Xie Baiyuan subconsciously loosened his grip because of his sudden sentence.

Fang Li pulled out his arm, gave Gong Xuefeng a push, and signaled him to go ahead, then turned his head and followed Gong Xuefeng out of the dog hole without any explanation.

separated by a wall.

Zhu Yicheng inside the wall was at a loss, he wanted to ask Xie Baiyuan what Fang Li said just now.

But seeing Xie Baiyuan's face, he shut his mouth with insight.

Outside the wall, Gong Xuefeng also looked dazed. He felt as if he had just experienced an unspeakable blizzard, and he didn't even dare to vent his anger.

After a long time, seeing that Fang's face softened, he asked, "What were you guys... just arguing about?"

Fang Li glanced at him: "No noise."

Gong Xuefeng snorted, thinking that the person who falls in love is really elusive.

It was like that just now, and they said it was not noisy.

In fact, after Fang Li said that sentence, he regretted it.

He thought that what he did was wrong, no matter what, he should never point the blade of suspicion at Xie Baiyuan.

But he really couldn't find any reason to explain the ring on Xie Baiyuan's hand.

The most urgent task is to collect enough clues, so that we can talk about it with Xie Baiyuan after we go back and analyze it together.

They followed the mourning music to the door of a house.

Gong Xuefeng snorted and said, "Isn't this the family I came to yesterday?"

Fang Li: "Did you come here yesterday?"

Gong Xuefeng said: "That's right, there was a child sitting by the door yesterday. He hasn't learned how to walk yet, so he was sitting on the stairs."

Fang Li didn't speak.

A cart was parked not far in front of them, and inside the cart were rows of clay pots.

Soon, a few people came out from the stilted building in front of them, Fang Li hurriedly dragged Gong Xuefeng to hide.

The first one to come out was the village chief.

He walked in the front, holding a clay pot in his hand, followed by a couple.

The couple were very reluctant to leave, and the woman cried for a long time holding the clay pot.

Fang Li's eyes darkened, and his eyes were fixed on the pot.

Here, what exactly is installed?

The couple was crying and crying, and suddenly a sentence in Chinese came out of their mouths.

"Is what you said true? Can my mother really be resurrected?"

The two people who were hiding behind the stone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Fang Li pricked up his ears, afraid of missing any information.

The village chief said: "Yes, I have guaranteed you that you have lived here for so many years, have you seen few examples with your own eyes? You go to clean up now, and in half an hour, come to the mountain with us to worship, At that time, as long as you drink the gift of the goddess, your mother will naturally come back."