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Chapter 133 Ancestor Worship Procession (4094 words in total)

The wick rolled around on the ground and quickly melted into a pool of blood-red liquid.

Lin felt that his hands were unclean for a moment.

What the hell is this wick made of?

Could it be

No, I can't think about it anymore!

He shook the thoughts out of his mind.

It was already bright, the white figures had long disappeared, and the temperature had returned to normal.

Lin Yi took advantage of the fact that no one in the room had moved, and quickly went back to his room.

After what happened at night, he had a shadow of red.

dong dong dong.

There was a low drum sound in the distance, echoing in the air, like the whisper of a devil, making people's hearts tremble.

As the sound of the drums gradually dissipated, the villagers in the houses seemed to have been summoned by some kind of call. They walked out of their houses one after another and moved forward in an orderly manner in the same direction.

Lin Yi and Ke Shaoyun stood aside quietly exchanging information.

Where does the poison come from?

The two people sat in silence by the window, saying nothing.

Lin Yi pointed to the bed behind him, "It will be more comfortable if you lie down."

"I suspect he may have been poisoned before he died."

"But one thing is strange. The deceased showed no signs of struggle, and his expression was even happy."

Lin Yi thought of that strange aroma again.

They all wore a flower as red as blood, which was exactly the same as what Lin Yi saw in the fantasy.

Lin Yi asked: "Are you sure it's not human?"

"But I don't have the equipment at hand, so I can't detect what kind of poison I was hit with."

But Momonga doesn't carry poison around him.

"After examining the body, apart from the bloody hole on the neck, no other wounds were found on the body."

The flowers exude an alluring fragrance that is hypnotic.

The villagers walked farther and farther, gathering in the direction of the ancestral hall.

Their eyes were empty, without a trace of light, like puppets being manipulated, moving mechanically.

"Nothing." When Lin heard the footsteps outside getting further and further away, he temporarily withdrew his gaze.

According to Ke Shaoyun's description, coupled with the information in Lin Yi's hands, the existence of Flying Squirrel can be basically confirmed.

"The fragrance on the deceased's body is too weak. I have no way to determine whether it was accidentally contaminated or if it exists in itself."

Apparently it can move freely around the village.

"It smells the same as the one on my body, but the aroma is stronger."

"Bian Yi blocked it to save me. He was seriously injured and needs a good rest."

"Does it smell good?" Ke Shaoyun tried to recall it. He remembered that Bian Yi had mentioned it before.

He turned to look at Ke Shaoyun, only to find that Bian Yi beside Ke Shaoyun was not in good spirits. His face was pale, and his lips were also the same. He seemed to be seriously injured.

Lin Yi stood on the window sill and looked at the strange scene in front of him. He covered his mouth and nose, fearing that he would be trapped in an illusion again.

Whether they were adults or children, everyone walked in unison without saying a word, and their faces showed a look of numbness.

Could it be that ancestor worship at the ancestral hall has already begun?

"What's wrong with him? He doesn't look good. Is he injured?" Lin Yi asked with a frown.

Bian Yi closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

"As for the shape of the wound, it should have been caused by some kind of animal, and it was stained with some brown and black hair."

After a while, Bian Yi, who was lying on the bed, coughed heavily, clutched his chest and woke up uncomfortably. He opened his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him and said, "I found that there was a trace of blood left in the body. .Special aroma.”

"No, the hair has a bit of earthy smell." Ke Shaoyun continued: "It should be some kind of reptile."

Seeing that Bian Yi was struggling to speak, Ke Shaoyun quickly helped him up and propped his back on a pillow, "You are injured, so stop talking."

"Basically, it can be judged that he died of excessive blood loss."

There is no longer the innocence and liveliness of the past.

"Is it possible it has something to do with the scent?"

He noticed three familiar children holding hands among the crowd. Their expressions were the same as the others, numb and empty.

Ke Shaoyun nodded and cursed secretly: "We were tricked by some bastard and almost all of us were annihilated."

Ke Shaoyun smiled gratefully at Lin Yi and helped Bian Yi lie down.

Lin Yi remembered Director Li's reminder and carefully closed the window, leaving only a gap for observing the situation outside.

The clue ends here again.

"What are you looking at?" Ke Shaoyun helped Bian Yi walk in and saw Lin Yi staring at the window intently.

Lin Yi asked: "Can you confirm what the fragrance is?"

Bian Yi shook his head, "I'm sorry. It's a fragrance I've never smelled before. It's a bit like the fragrance of flowers, but it's stronger than the fragrance of flowers."

The other party tried to recall it, "But after I smelled it, I felt light and airy."

"Easy?" Lin's eyes flashed with thought.

Ke Shaoyun looked at Bian Yi nervously: "In addition to being light and fluttering, is there any discomfort? Do you still feel light and fluffy now?"

"Apart from the pain in my chest and difficulty breathing, there are no other problems." Bian Yi smiled and continued: "That feeling only lasted a few seconds."

"Maybe it's because I didn't inhale much."

It seems aroma is key.

Lin Yi thought for a moment and said, "Maybe we should change the direction of our investigation."

"Start with the aroma?" Ke Shaoyun immediately understood what Lin Yi meant.

Indeed, no other clues or information could be found from the body.

"Actually, I also found the same fragrance in the red lantern, hidden in the wick."

Ke Shaoyun: "Then I will investigate the origin of the red lantern."

Lin nodded, "Someone in the expedition team studies plants. I'm going to ask if there are any new clues."

Bian Yi asked weakly: "Then I..."

The two of them replied in unison: "Just rest."

Bian Yi: "..."

After talking about the matter, Ke Shaoyun was immediately ready to take action.

"Wait a minute." Lin Yi quickly grabbed the other person, "It's not safe to go out now. The ancestor worship procession will be here soon."

"It's okay, I have a secret weapon." Ke Shaoyun patted his chest, looking confident.

amount……

Did he forget what happened the last time he was confident?

Lin Yi couldn't help but look suspicious.

Ke Shaoyun retorted loudly: "It was an accident last time!"

He obviously also guessed what Lin Yi was thinking.

"I promise there will be no problem this time." Ke Shaoyun raised his hands and swore.

Lin Yi smiled perfunctorily. He didn't really believe Ke Shaoyun's words.

The scene was awkward for a while.

In the end, it was Bian Yi who took the lead to break the awkward situation, "Actually, we found someone to find out how to enter the ancestral hall."

"It's just an important place in the ancestral hall. Outsiders cannot enter casually."

"We also promised others not to tell the truth."

"That's why I hid something from you." "Lin, I'm really sorry." Bian Yi sincerely apologized to Lin Yi, and his pale face looked a bit pitiful.

If Lin Yi hadn't learned the information about the ancestral hall from Uncle Qian, he might have been deceived by the person in front of him.

Unexpectedly, Bian Yi is a hidden master. It would be a pity not to become an actor.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in your affairs either." Lin Yi pretended to believe it and said indifferently: "As long as you can help me find the missing person, I don't care about other things."

What a close call, but luckily it came to a close.

Hearing this, Ke Shaoyun and Bian Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when they were relaxing, the drums sounded outside the window again, with a faster rhythm and more complex tones than before.

You can vaguely hear a strange tone mixed in, sometimes low and long, sometimes high and sharp, making it elusive.

"Did you hear that?" Lin Yi quickly approached the window and looked out through the gap.

A long dragon-like team in the distance is slowly approaching here.

"What?" Ke Shaoyun didn't have such keen hearing, and was a little dazed when he was asked this unexpectedly.

But soon he understood what Lin Yi was talking about.

The team was moving forward slowly, and everyone had a happy smile on their face. Even the curve of the corners of their mouths was exactly the same as that of the dead A Ming.

In the center, there were four half-naked strong men steadily carrying a large wooden square table. Their arms and backs were painted with red runes, which seemed to be some kind of sacrificial inscriptions.

The large square table was carried steadily, and the offerings on it included a fragrant roast suckling pig and two plates of fresh fruit.

However these are not the most noticeable.

The most eye-catching thing is a sleeping little girl lying in the center of the large square table.

In front of the little girl was a golden incense burner with three lit candles inside.

Layers of red smoke floated on the candle as red as blood, wrapping around the body of the little girl lying with claws and teeth.

The sleeping little girl frowned, her hands were tied with straw ropes, and she was holding an equally bright red flower in her hands.

"What are they going to do?" Ke Shaoyun's eyes widened and he had a bad idea in his mind.

Lin Yi watched the parade moving forward in silence, his eyes fixed on the flowers in the little girl's hands.

He found that all the flowers on the villagers' bodies were gone, but their expressions were still as numb as ever.

Could it be that instead of flowers, it is the sound of drums?

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ke Shaoyun bumped into Lin Yi's shoulder dissatisfied. He didn't know what was so interesting about the little girl. Why did he stare at her for so long?

If Lin Yi knew what the other person was thinking at this moment, he would definitely beat him up.

There are some random things going on in my mind.

"Did you notice that flower?" Lin Yi pointed in the direction of the little girl.

Ke Shaoyun followed Lin Yi's gaze and squinted for a long time before realizing that what was hidden in the little girl's hand was a flower. "You have really good eyesight. It's just a flower."

"Whatever, there are flowers like this everywhere."

Lin Yi was shocked by the other party's disapproving words.

"What did you say?"

"I said there are wild flowers like this all around, and there is a large one on the flat ground behind the woods on the left."

Lin Yi immediately grabbed Ke Shaoyun's arm and said, "Can you please bring one back and show it to me?"

"Huh?" Ke Shaoyun was confused by this strange request.

But still agreed.

Anyway, it’s a piece of cake, so easy.

After the parade team left, Ke Shaoyun set off.

Before leaving, Lin Yi reminded again: "Be careful when picking flowers, don't be discovered."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Ke Shaoyun waved his hand and left the room.

Bian Yi and Lin Yi were the only two people left in the room.

Bian Yi was injured and needed more rest, so he quickly fell asleep again.

Lin Yi stood alone by the window for a while, not knowing what to think about.

The sky was getting darker little by little, and the cool breeze blew through the window sill, making a clanking sound.

He woke up Bian Yi who was still sleeping.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?" Lin Yi asked aloud.

After sitting on the chair all morning, my whole body became quite stiff.

He stood up and stretched his muscles, took out a box of biscuits and handed them to Bian Yi, "Eat some to cushion your stomach."

Bian Yi took over and said "thank you".

The room became quiet again, with only the sounds of breathing and eating.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from downstairs, and the voice did not sound like Ke Shaoyun.

Lin Yi and Bian Yi couldn't help but glance at each other, with a hint of vigilance flashing in their eyes.

At this time, the villagers are attending the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors.

It's not Ke Shaoyun, the answer is self-evident.

Lin Yi quietly approached the door, and at the same time motioned with his eyes to the injured Bian Yi to quickly find a hidden place to hide.

The other party immediately understood what Lin Yi meant, and also quietly got out of bed and hid in a dark corner, covering his figure.

dong dong dong.

Lin Yi stayed close to the door, listening carefully to the movement, holding the broom tightly in his hand.

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, as if someone was searching for something in a panic.

Every step seemed to ring an alarm bell in his heart, and a tense atmosphere filled the room, making the air freeze instantly.

Time seemed to become slow and heavy, and every second seemed like a long torment.

All the subtle sounds in the room were amplified, making Lin Yi's ears extremely sensitive.

He heard his own breathing, Bian Yi's heartbeat, and the approaching footsteps outside. All the sounds intertwined to form an indescribable sense of urgency.

The footsteps suddenly stopped at the door of the room, and all sounds disappeared.

The room fell into a dead silence. The unsettling silence made Lin Yi's heart tremble. He leaned back and pressed against the wall.

At this moment, a familiar yet eerie children's song filled the room.

"Throw the handkerchief, throw the handkerchief."

"Put it gently behind them."

"Don't tell him."

"Hurry, catch him quickly"

The sound of children's songs is sometimes far away and sometimes close, as if it is gradually approaching the room, which is creepy.

Lin Yi tried hard to control his emotions and tried to find the source of the strange melody and sound.

At some point a blurry red figure appeared on the windowsill.

The figure moved slowly and laughed like a silver bell.

"I got you, kid with the handkerchief."

After the weird laughter, the windows were stained with a large amount of red, and the strong smell of blood seeped in little by little.

This was accompanied by the sound of an object being dragged along.

"Throw the handkerchief, throw the handkerchief."

"Put it gently behind them."

The red figure happily sang children's songs and disappeared from the window sill.

(End of this chapter)