Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

"Even the most cheating game will give a big gift package for beginners, the first time I use a skill, will you give me a stone?"

Yan Lan couldn't lie down, so she sat up holding the stone.

Facing the blurred light, he looked at the cross-eyed fried chicken carved on the stone.

Yan Lan: "..."

Could this be Jingwei? !

It's too abstract and anti-human, and even the germs of art can't appreciate it.

"It can't be put in a backpack, and the instructions for use can be thrown anywhere."

Yan Lan weighed the stone in his hand, looked into the darkness, "Since it's a strange and strange stone, I hope you can play a role."

After speaking, he threw the stone into the darkness.

"Dong da da..." The stone rolled around a few times, but it didn't know where it hit.

Followed by a soft collapse.

"It seems to be helpful." Yan Lan whispered, shaking Tu Yu in the sleeping bag, "There is something wrong, I'll go and see."

Tuyu quickly opened his eyes when he shook it for the first time, and the drowsiness dissipated in half a second, and quickly opened the sleeping bag:

"I'll go with you, there is a care."

"Ah."

After Tu Yu stuffed the sleeping bag into the backpack casually, Yan Lan got up.

"what happened?"

"This side is full of mouse holes. I guess I found something hidden here." Yan Lan pushed aside the bushes, "I wanted to wait until you woke up to find it, but now I found it and woke you up."

Her sleep quality is not good, and she can't sleep even more in this place, but the child is growing and needs sleep.

There was a hole where the stone hit, and the sound of the collapse was caused by the falling of the haystack that was concealed by the hole.

"What's in here?"

Tu Yu pushed away the remaining weeds and walked inside.

This place is very hidden, it happens to be at the corner of the mountain, if it wasn't for the rock just now, this place would be really hard to find.

Yan Lan picked up the piece of fried chicken stone, and put it in his pocket if he couldn't put it in his backpack.

Props can not be put into the backpack is not.

Some non-prop items in the dungeon can be put into the backpack but cannot be taken out, such as the ashes of the girl who died on the first night.

"Clay sculpture?"

Tuyu was stunned, and saw the sunken holes in the cave, where there were golden clay sculptures one after another, and the clothes and muscle textures were clearly visible.

lifelike.

"There is Miao language written on the side of this clay sculpture." Tuyu took out the translation mirror and put it on, carefully identifying the words on the plate, "Gie Mige, the great elder of Donghua Village in 1892? This clay sculpture is what that generation of elders looked like when they were alive." ?"

"More than that."

Yan Lan casually picked up the candlestick and slammed it on the clay sculpture's knee, exposing her pale leg bones.

"This is called 'Flesh Body Sculpture'. The production process is far more terrifying than people imagined. Basically, the people who are molded are voluntarily put in a tank alive, and then wait for it to slowly empty out the filth of the hollowed out body. Then do anti-corrosion measures, and finally put a golden body on it.

"And you have to be sober the whole time, so that's enough respect.

"I guess it should be when the Great Elder is about to die, let the descendants make him like this, and it will be convenient for the clan to commemorate him after his death."

"It would be nice to leave a memorial tablet, and an urn is also fine." Tu Yu took a step back, "Why do you want to torture yourself like this before you die?"

"Faith, no matter right or wrong, this is their belief - you are also a monk, you should know that some evil gods' teachings are very strange."

Yan Lan patted her on the shoulder: "Go forward, keep looking."

In 1932, Gie Miyu, the chief elder of Donghua Village
In 1941, the chief elder of Donghua Village...

The last one is not an old man wearing Miao clothes, but a boy of four or five years old.

"In 1952, Ge Miling, a holy boy in Donghua Village."

1952 years?
Yanlan's heart moved slightly: it was the first year when the fertility rate of Donghua Village dropped sharply, and it was also the year when the chief elder of Donghua Village got a chance.

The surface of the holy boy's clay sculpture is mottled, with distorted and painful expressions.

No one knows what he went through while alive to be suffocated to death.

Or there are other, more painful encounters, nothing can be known.

There were fresh fruits in front of the Shengtong clay sculpture, Yanlan picked up the apple and looked at it.

It is still fresh, but there is nothing before the offerings of other clay sculptures.

"Only he has... the boy's facial skeleton looks familiar."

Yan Lan concentrated, sketched the facial curves of the clay sculpture, and connected them in an instant: "This is, this is the boy who was crying for his mother in the hotel."

"Why are you here?!"

The voice was stunned and annoyed, and Ge Miyao stood at the entrance of the cave with a fruit basket, looking ugly.

"Misunderstanding."

Yan Lan shook the apple in her hand, and said with a clear smile: "Ah, so this holy boy is your dead son? Then the reason why he lived to be five or six years old is because you are the daughter of the patriarch."

"You can understand Miao language," Ge Miyao responded coldly, "so you overheard our speech on the way to Yansanzuo."

"Not only did I eavesdrop on your speech," Yan Lan said frankly, "I also saw your child in the hotel."

Ge Miyao's pupils shrank suddenly, and she blurted out, "Have you seen Xiaoling?!"

"Yes." Yan Lan nodded.

"We live in the room at the end of the corridor. The corner is very dark, and we can see the ghosts of babies wandering in the corridor at night."

This is also the reason why only Yanlan and Tuyu turned on the lights at night and opened the curtain, while the others did not move, nor did they mention anything strange the next day.

[It’s broken, the taboo can really be used as a reminder! ]
[I have learned, I will let the anchor I follow do this in the future]
[What are you thinking upstairs?What Yanlan did was to die, and the others died directly, so it should be decided according to the situation? ]
"Ghost..." Gel Miyao murmured.

The face eroded by the years was completely devoid of aura at this moment, looking decadent.

"But I'm curious, looking at your Meiwei Caixia's life palace, you should be around 34 years old now."

Yan Lan thought of something, carefully looked at Gee Miyao's face:

"But if your four or five-year-old child died in 1952, you should be in your sixties now, with gray hair. Why don't you look old at all?"

Ge Miyao's lips were so tight that they were pale, but she still didn't speak.

"I have heard of a forbidden technique before. It is said that if you sacrifice the same number of boys and girls to some evil gods that absorb and transfer lifespan, you can get half of the lifespan of those children and make them live longer, youthful, and even Get some weird abilities."

Yan Lan ignored her and said to herself:
"Your Donghua Village requires the dragon and the phoenix to bring good luck, and the children who were taken away were basically half male and half male. Half of the flesh and blood were fed to the fish and dedicated to Sa Sui, and the other half were eaten by themselves at the funeral banquet to show their sincerity.

"There is also Donghua Saintess as feed blessing, and this holy boy as sacrifice blessing..."

Yan Lan looked at Gee Miyao's trembling body, as if asking for advice or exposing:

"To put it bluntly, you established the rules of dragon and phoenix twins to get the other half of the babies that were screened out, and then sacrifice them.

"Those changing flowers and plants that can change tires are actually the handy shotguns you got from Xin Sasui. They are used to gain the trust of the villagers and improve the success rate and obedience rate. Therefore, the blood of the first batch of sacrificers has been compared. long life.

"But I remember that a person's lifespan can only be grafted once at most, because you are not ghosts and evil spirits, but ordinary people.

"So what did you do when your lifespan was about to run out?"

Yan Lan walked slowly, approaching Ge Miyao.

Shadows are hidden in the darkness, unobservable creeps, and tentacles lurking inside spread silently.

"People's desire is like a rolling stone, once it starts, it can never stop.

"It's almost like stealing the forbidden fruit. If you have the sweetness of the first time, you will think about the second time. So I guess you made a deal with the new Sasui after you found out that you would not get any more life span."

Yanlan puts the apples into Ge Miyao's fruit basket.

Under the dim moonlight, the red apple looks like a beating heart just cut out from a child's chest.

Puff puff puff.

Yan Lan leaned slightly, stared into Ge Miyao's eyes, and whispered softly:

"Would you rather create a cycle and wait here for a chance to break the situation than die naturally?"

Lifespan Clues: Chapter 64
Timelines: Chapter 62
Event Summary: Overall, Total

Sister Yao's Abnormality/Children: Chapter 65; Chapter 77, etc.