Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 100 Divine Doctor Village [10] Mysterious village, strange things happen again and again
Village chief Ge's house is a three-story self-built house. Go up the stairs and enter the living room. There are three rooms on the left, side by side. Village chief Ge assigned them the three rooms on the right.

The stars are dense outside, and the light inside the house is dim.

"Knock knock."

Mo Qing knocked on the door twice.

No one opened the door.

Mo tilted his ears to listen, but couldn't hear the slightest sound.

After waiting for a while, Mo Qing became impatient, reached out and twisted the doorknob, only to hear a "click", and the door opened.

Mo Qing was stunned for a moment.

The light was very dim, but Mo Qing could see clearly.She glanced at it, and the indoor environment was clear at a glance.

The room is not big, there is only one bed, not even a wardrobe, and the drawing board and backpack are placed in the corner.The windows were open, the wind poured in, and it was slightly cold, but there was no one there.

What about people?

As soon as this thought flashed by, Mo Qing heard a slight sound coming from outside. When she looked sideways, she saw a person jumping on the window sill.

He squatted halfway, raised his head, glanced inside, and when he saw Mo Qing, his body froze.

The vision inside the house was too dark, he only saw a person standing at the door.

However, Mo Qing easily recognized him, smiled lightly, walked in, and closed the door: "You're not bad at it."

Hearing this sound at first, Jiang Ke thought it was an illusion, until the man got closer and saw the outline of the figure clearly, he was sure of his thoughts——

That's right, it was Mo Qing.

Jiang Ke has become accustomed to every chance encounter, and he can no longer feel any surprise in his heart.However, there is a little bit of other emotion.

His eyes swept over Mo Qing, and then jumped out of the window.

"Painter Jiang?"

Mo Qing laughed and teased, her eyes moved away from him and fell out of the window.

Although it is on the third floor, there is a garage next door, which is enough to step on.But it is not difficult for anyone with a little skill to sneak in.

Jiang Ke flicked the dust off his sleeves: "Yes."

He is Jiang painter now, that's right.

Looking away from the window, Mo Qing looked at the drawing board against the wall, and asked lazily, "What are you doing here?"

She didn't believe that Jiang Ke really came to sketch.

"I……"

As soon as Jiang Ke opened his mouth, Mo Qing put his index finger to his lips and made a "shh" gesture.

He was stunned.

Afterwards, Mo Qing took off the backpack, threw it away, and went out again.

Mo Qing waited at the door for a few seconds before he heard footsteps downstairs.She made a gesture of "opening the door, closing the door", and then Goblin from the next room also came out.

Soon, Village Chief Ge came up, holding a pot of steamed buns and two dishes of side dishes in his hands.

"There are only edible things in the kitchen." Village Chief Ge said, "The food we cooked on the fire, now the fire is out, and there is no electricity. It is not convenient to start the fire again."

Goblin thought to himself: It's not inconvenient for you to walk around at night in the dark.

"It's okay, thanks." Goblin took the steamed buns and side dishes and thanked them.

"Hey, you should." Village Chief Ge nodded with a smile, rubbed his hands, looked at the two of them, and then said kindly, "You guys rest first, call me if you need anything."

That's it.

He turned and went downstairs again.

His steps were brisk, and in the dark corridor, he walked like a breeze.

"He doesn't even have a single candle, so he's not afraid of falling." When Village Chief Ge disappeared, Goblin couldn't help complaining, picked up the steamed bun and took a bite.

As soon as he took a bite, Goblin's face changed drastically: "Ah bah—"

He vomited all the buns in one gulp.

"What are these? It's as hard as a rock." Goblin spat out the steamed buns and rubbed his cheeks. "It almost knocked out my teeth."

Frowning, he threw the steamed bun back into the basin, and turned to Mo Qing and said, "Don't eat it, it's hard to swallow. I stuffed two packs of biscuits in your bag, you just eat that."

"Ah."

Mo Qing was really not interested in these hard steamed buns.

Goblin said, "Well, shall we discuss—"

"Let's talk tomorrow morning."

After throwing down a few words, Mo Qing entered the door next to the wall.

Goblin turned back, and the moment he closed the door, he remembered: Hey, doesn't Mo Qing live in the middle room?
He scratched his head, but when he listened carefully, there was no movement, so he just thought he was thinking too much and didn't take it seriously, put the steamed buns away, and went to look for something to eat in his bag.

——Fortunately, he was afraid of acclimatization, so he brought a lot of food.

*
Meanwhile, another room.

Mo Qing and Jiang Ke looked at each other.

Jiang Ke stood by the window, the only light fell on him, vaguely illuminating his outline, his body was upright, hidden in the dark.

His hair seems to be longer, slightly covering his eyebrows and eyes, his demeanor is a little less pretentious, and he is obviously more easy-going and casual, with a free and undisciplined demeanor.

In the identity of the artist and the president, he has made a good switch.

The light in the room was too dim, and they couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but in such darkness, they could clearly perceive each other's gaze.

They haven't seen each other for two months.

After being silent for a long time, the two suddenly felt blessed and opened their mouths together.

Mo Qing: "What's the situation this time?"

Jiang Ke: "What are you doing here?"

Suddenly two voices sounded in the silent room, both of them paused, and then took a leisurely look at each other.

Jiang Ke: "Come to sketch."

Mo Qing: "Come and play."

They all spoke in unison again.

"..."

"..."

A very tacit answer, a tacit lie, and an extremely hypocritical reason.

The two looked at each other, even if they couldn't see their eyes, they could read a little "disdain" from each other.

Mo Qing shrugged and said truthfully, "I'm here on a mission to investigate the situation in this village."

"Me too." Jiang Ke didn't hide anymore, "I received a commission to investigate the situation in this village."

Mo Qing narrowed his eyes: "Whose commission?"

"A dead person." Jiang Ke paused, and added, "It's not convenient to say at the moment."

"Okay." Mo Qing raised his eyebrows, leaned against the wall, folded his arms, "What did you do just now?"

"Familiarize yourself with the environment."

"Any clues?"

With one hand in his pocket, Jiang Ke leaned against the window and glanced out.Then he drew the curtains.

The light in the room became dimmer, and it was pitch black.

He looked in Mo Qing's direction and said, "Except that people in this village live like ghosts, dare not see people during the day because of sores on their bodies, and wander around at night because their eyesight has improved. There are no other clues."

"..." Mo Qing didn't move, thought for a while, and asked, "When did you arrive?"

Jiang Ke said, "Two or three hours earlier than you."

In fact, Jiang Ke set off later than Mo Qing and Goblin.

However, Goblin didn't dare to drive and slowed down the car very slowly.But Jiang Ke is a "poor college student", he rubbed against the car halfway, and the other party ran rampant on the mountain road, and his speed took off.

If Jiang Ke hadn't got off the bus halfway and walked a certain distance, playing the role of "lost painter", he would have arrived at one or two o'clock in the afternoon.

"It wasn't dark when you arrived, right?" Mo Qing narrowed his eyes.

"No."

"What's going on during the day?"

"There is no living person, just like..." Jiang Ke pondered for a while, thinking of the scene when he just came to Gejia Village, he understated two words, "Living Ghost Village."

Mo Qing's eyebrows moved slightly.

"Except for Village Chief Ge, every household in the village has closed their doors tightly, and there is no living person in sight." Having said that, Jiang Ke glanced at the window again, "At night, they start to go out to let the wind go. I guess they know There are outsiders there, not walking around."

Mo Qing continued to ask: "The reason they stay behind closed doors during the day is because of sores on their bodies?"

"I don't know. It's also possible..." Jiang Ke said for a while, with a cool tone, "I can't see the light."

Mo Qing's eyes flickered.

She vaguely felt that Jiang Ke might know more.

Still, wait until tomorrow to see for yourself.

"Okay." Mo Qing opened the door, paused for a while, then looked back at Jiang Ke, "Is there any communication?"

"..." Jiang Ke didn't expect her to leave after she finished speaking, and pursed her lower lip, but after a long while, swallowed all the words to persuade her to stay, and just nodded slightly, "En."

*
At dawn the next day, the sky was so dark that only one or two planetesimals remained, and a crescent moon hung in the east.

Mo Qing was soundly asleep, but was woken up by knocking on the door.

She sat up, frowning.

After pausing for a while, Mo Qing lifted the quilt impatiently, put on his shoes, walked to the door, and pulled the door open.

Goblin knocked on the door very lightly, and seemed to be very cautious, with his waist slightly bowed and his expression full of vigilance.He continued to knock on the door, but when he saw the door being opened suddenly, he was taken aback.

"what--"

A scream was about to burst out of his throat, but the next moment, Goblin quickly covered his mouth.

He swallowed the cry abruptly.

Mo Qing asked a little irritably, "What are you doing?"

She's a little pissed off.

"This way." Goblin said softly, like a thief, and pointed in the direction of the balcony of the living room, "I can't tell, come and take a look with me."

Mo Qing frowned.

However, she didn't turn back. After glancing at Goblin, she went straight to the balcony of the living room.

Although she walked very steadily and did not deliberately slow down her steps, she could walk quietly as long as she wanted to.

Goblin tiptoed behind Mo Qing, and when Mo Qing was stalking towards the window, he suddenly grabbed Mo Qing's wrist: "Hey, wait a minute."

He pointed to the wall next to the balcony, then pointed to the outside, and shook his finger to indicate that he could not go to the balcony.

Mo Qing had already heard a little movement at this moment.

She didn't insist on going to the balcony, but took half a step back, leaning against the wall next to the balcony, and then slowly poked her head out, scanning her gaze around.

Outside the self-built house of the village chief's house, there is a large field, because it is not time to plant rice, so it is deserted and no one moves it.But at this moment, that field was full of people.

They gathered together, there were about thirty or forty men, all men from the elderly to children.

However, everyone wrapped their bodies tightly, from the head to the neck to the two hands, all the exposed skin was covered.

Among them, there was a table with a few candles set up, and a man in a Taoist uniform held a mahogany sword and danced like crazy, looking good.

There were still words in his mouth.

Mo Qing understood: "How?"

"Yes." Goblin nodded, and rubbed his chin with his hand, "I said, Village Chief Ge treated me very well and enthusiastically on the phone, but when he saw me, his attitude was different. I didn’t expect that there would be competition from peers.”

"I think..." Mo Qing paused.

"What?" Goblin waited for Mo Qing's analysis.

Mo Qing glanced at his blond hair and said, "Cun Chief Ge treats you badly because of your golden hair."

"..."

Goblin was stunned for a while, then raised his hand to grab his favorite hair, and when he pulled out a few golden hairs, he sighed.

—Miscalculated.

——Little Taoist priest with a golden retriever, who will believe it?
"As long as you are not guilty, no one will doubt your identity." Mo Qing comforted him casually, and then said, "Your Taoist certificate was also obtained by the base?"

"No way. It's genuine." Goblin Bel said proudly, "I got it."

"..."

"Our previous minister was the one who adopted me. He was an old Taoist priest. Staying in our department, tsk, good guy, he is a perfect match." Goblin said, "Who can say that our department does not practice feudal superstition? letter?"

"……"really.

Goblin continued: "That's why I keep my Taoist certificate hidden, and I usually don't show it except for such important occasions."

Mo tilted his eyes at him: "When the previous term was in place, your department had the label of 'feudal superstition'. This term of you has made the last bit of presence in your department disappear."

"..."

Goblin's eyes widened in shock.

He felt that Mo Qing had stabbed countless knives in his chest, and he was almost suffocated by her stabbing.

After a while, Goblin fooled himself:

——It doesn't matter, now that Mo Qing has hurt their department so hard, shouldn't he still be a member of their department in the future?
——Will she dare to hurt herself by then?
After observing from behind the wall for a while, Mo Qing was bored and asked Goblin, "When did you find out?"

"Ten minutes ago." Goblin whispered, "I got up at night, and when I came back, I took a look outside the balcony. There was a huge crowd of people, and I was almost scared stupid."

"Oh."

Mo Qing was indifferent and heartless, without a word of comfort.

"I just remembered. They have skin sores in the whole village. It should have the most relationship with eating habits. We'd better not touch food and drink." Goblin said, "The dry food we brought over is probably ok. For two or three days."

Mo Qing was noncommittal.

Goblin asked, "Where are you going to start?"

Mo Qing was casual, twisted his wrist, and said lightly: "Look at the patient first."

ghost village?

100 years ago, she had seen countless dead people, but she had never seen an undead.

If there were to be "ghosts", what kind of hell would that era be.

After 100 years, the one who can really be called a "ghost" is probably her who traveled through 100 years and still stands here as a living person.

What's so scary?

(End of this chapter)