infinite danger

Chapter 160

There are no street lights in the village, and only some main roads have been repaired. The village head led them to turn off the main road and walk into a remote path.

The moonlight was bleak, and there were few residential houses nearby, only the red lantern carried by the village chief gave off a little light.

The roadside was overgrown with weeds, insects were singing one after another, the wet mud stuck to the soles of the shoes, and the footsteps became heavier and heavier.

After nightfall, the temperature was even lower. Only one of the taskers was wearing a jacket, and the others were all dressed coolly. At this time, they were cold and hungry, and their condition was not very good.

Sheng Shu wore the least clothes and was struggling with his physique. He rubbed his palms and raised his voice and asked, "Village Chief, why haven't you arrived at Zhizhayan's house you mentioned after walking for so long?"

Sheng Shu's voice broke the silence, and there was a rustling sound in the grass, as if some small animal was running away.

"It's almost here... It's almost there..." The village chief raised the lantern to shine in a certain direction, and said in a dragging voice, "Bamboo is used to make paper ties, so Zhizha Yan's family lives on the edge of the bamboo forest, which is farther away."

Sheng Shu nodded: "So that's the case."

Ji Siwei asked casually: "Village chief, we are going to live in someone else's house temporarily, is there anything we need to pay attention to, it would be bad if we accidentally offend the owner of the house."

Shengshu and Yanyue cast their eyes on him at the same time.

His words were just out of politeness at first glance, but he could draw clues from the mouth of the NPC.

"Cough cough..." The village head bent down slightly and coughed a few times, and after breathing well, he said slowly: "A few years ago, Zhizhayan managed to find a wife, and died of a serious illness within two years. Only a pair of dragon and phoenix twins were left for him.

"Zhizhayan usually only knows how to make paper ties and doesn't like to make a sound. His two children have a weird temper and like to tease people. If you are teased, you'd better not worry about it. They hold grudges very much.

"Also, after you go, you have to listen to Zhi Zhayan's instructions. There are particulars about what you can touch and what you can't touch."

There was a lot of information in these words, and Ji Siwei could hear two obvious clues: first, don't mess with the twins; second, don't touch things in the house casually.

The veterans obviously heard it too, only the real novices are still confused.

Sheng Shu said, "Thank you village head, we will remember."

Ji Siwei glanced at the lantern in the village chief's hand, and asked in a concerned tone: "Village chief, don't you have a flashlight at home? How can you see the road at night clearly with a lantern?"

"There is a flashlight at home. I bought this lantern from Zhizhayan. It is safer to use the lantern made by him than to use a flashlight when walking at night."

Ji Siwei originally wanted to turn on the phone's backlight to serve as lighting, but he dismissed the idea after hearing this.

Paper-made lanterns must have something special.

Yanyue raised her eyelids to look at Ji Siwei, and said softly, "You are quite curious, newbie."

Ji Siwei smiled kindly, but didn't speak.

The village chief saw that it was the key NPC, but none of the veterans seized the opportunity to ask for clues. The mission site was about to arrive, so Ji Siwei had to ask by himself.

In dungeons, ignorance can be dangerous.

Bamboo began to appear on the side of the road, and the wind made a "rustling" sound. The village chief raised the lantern: "It's just ahead."

There is a large wooden dwelling in front, the main building is three stories high, and there are two small houses on the east and west sides, and a courtyard is surrounded by walls.

There are warm yellow lights in the windows, which are particularly dazzling in the night.

Behind this dwelling is a vast bamboo forest, shaking slightly under the dark night, like countless withered hands reaching out to the night.

The village chief went to the courtyard gate, put the lanterns at will, and without knocking on the door, held the doorknob with both hands and pushed it forward.

"Ah ah

The novice girl let out a deafening scream and backed away uncontrollably.

I saw two women standing behind the door, wearing white clothes, with two round spots of red rouge on their pale faces, their blood-red mouths turned up high, their eyes staring straight at them, especially in the dim light. creepy.

Most of the people were taken aback. They didn't know whether they were frightened by these two people or by the scream, and they followed their instincts and took a few steps back.

"Hahahaha……"

There was a burst of laughter from the people behind the door.

Listen carefully, it doesn't look like a woman's laughter, but like a child's, and there are two different laughters.

The novice girl backed up all the way, not paying attention to the broken stones on the ground. She stepped on a big stone in a daze, sprained her foot, and almost fell.

Ji Siwei quickly supported her: "Be careful, those are just two paper figures, don't be afraid."

The novice girl's eyes were filled with tears of fear, which flowed out in the blink of an eye. She barely stabilized her body and sobbed, "Is it a paper man...?"

"It's really a paper figurine." Sheng Shu thought that something was going to happen when he arrived at the mission site, so he broke out in a cold sweat. When he took a closer look, he found that there were two paper women standing behind the door. It was only because of the dim light and the The manufacturing process is extremely superb, and it has reached the point of confusing the real.

The baby-faced boy exhaled foul breath, and murmured in a low voice: "This is too similar."

Among these people, only the dimpled boy was very calm, he seemed to be a staunch materialist, his nerves were as thick as his arms, and he was still staring at the two paper women in amazement: "Folk art, this is definitely folk art. "

The village head gasped for breath, patted his chest heavily, and cursed softly: "Da Yan, Xiao Yan, you two are mischievous again, go and call your father to come out to receive guests!"

"Hahahaha……"

The two paper women were pushed to the ground, revealing the two children standing behind.

The two children were only about five years old, and their faces were almost identical.

Hanging eyes, the pupils are frighteningly black, and the complexion is not as rosy as that of ordinary children, but a little pale.

There is a spike on his head, and he is wearing a red dress with a slanted front and black trousers. Even the curvature of the corners of his lips is the same, making it impossible to tell the difference.

These two children don't look very pleasant, and the smiles on their faces make people feel uncomfortable.

The village chief picked up the red lantern on the ground, coughed twice, and shouted at the two children: "Why are you standing there, go find your father!"

The two children didn't answer, turned around and ran, laughing and laughing as they ran, as if they couldn't speak but only laughed.

"These two children are not very good-natured, so don't take offense." The village chief sighed, and dragged his steps into the yard with a lantern.

Ji Siwei noticed that the village chief deliberately avoided the two paper girls on the ground.

Yanyue took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, opened the lid and closed it again, frowned and said: "Why do I think these two children are a bit creepy, aren't they twins? I can't tell which one is a boy and which one is It's a girl."

"It's really scary." Sheng Shu smoothed the goosebumps on his hands, and said in a low voice, "Go in."

The baby-faced boy stared at the two paper women lying on the ground in a strange posture, and said hesitantly, "What about these two paper figures? Let them stay here?"

Sheng Shu's face darkened for two or three minutes, and he asked, "Do you want to move them back?"

Yan Yue said coldly: "I advise you not to meddle in your own business."

Sheng Shu glanced at the baby-faced boy, stopped talking, and walked in.

"Just asking casually, why are you so serious." The baby-faced boy shrugged and walked in.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, and the courtyard door creaked, and the two paper women were moved closer to the door by the wind.

The novice girl suddenly trembled all over, and said in a hoarse voice: "The paper man's eyes seem to move!"

There was no screaming this time, and there was some progress.

"Psychological effect, you are under too much pressure." The dimpled boy turned to her and said softly, "Sister, you have to believe in science."

The novice girl heard the words and began to doubt herself: "Could it be that I read it wrong?"

"It must be." The dimpled boy bent down, ready to reach out to support one of the paper figurines, and muttered, "The ground is still a little wet, how can you ruin folk art like this..."

Ji Siwei grasped his wrist, and said in a very calm tone: "Don't move your hands now, the owner of the paper doll doesn't necessarily want you to tidy it up for him."

The dimpled boy looked up at Ji Siwei, and opened his mouth to say something.

Before he could say anything, Ji Siwei let go, avoiding the paper figurine and walking into the yard.

The novice girls also hurriedly followed.

"It makes sense to keep your hands still..." The dimpled boy pursed his lips and withdrew his hand.

After everyone walked into the yard, the corners of the lips of the two paper women on the ground were slightly bent downwards, revealing unhappy expressions.

The courtyard door squeaked and closed automatically.

The yard is very spacious, the ground is not paved with bricks, there are scattered clumps of weeds growing on the dirt floor, and there is a small puddle of water on the low-lying ground.

There are some green bamboos with their branches and leaves piled up on the edge of the wall, and there is a pile of chopped bamboo strips next to them.

And a frame or two secured with wire.

The two red-clothed children running ahead pushed open the door of the main building, and a man with gray temples came out.

The light in the hall overflowed, pulling out a long black shadow.

The shadows of the two children are very shallow.

The man is tall and straight, but his face is a little old, his skin is dry and wrinkled, his eyes are blue and black, his lips are white, as if he hasn't slept well for many years, his pupils are yellowish, cold and without heat.

It doesn't look like the father of these two children in age.

"Zhi Zhayan, they are the helpers invited by the village, and I will leave it to you to arrange. You settle them down first tonight, cook them a meal, and report to me tomorrow if there is anything missing." The chief stood at the door, and didn't mention going in to sit and talk, he said and stopped: "Starting tomorrow, I will send three meals a day, so you can concentrate on making paper bundles, and you must complete the task before the fifteenth day. "

Zhizhayan was really taciturn, and only responded indifferently: "Okay."

Zhi Zhayan blocked the door halfway, and Ji Siwei looked in past him, and saw a lot of paper figurines piled up in the plain hall, some of which had already been painted, and some had just been pasted with paper.

The finished paper figurines look lifelike. Each paper figurine has different facial features, vividly painted eyes, and even the hair ornaments on the hair are so exquisite that it is hard to tell the real from the fake from a distance.

Such meticulous workmanship came from the hands of a vicissitudes of life uncle, it really can't be judged by appearance.

After the village chief and Zhizhayan explained a few insignificant words, they left with a lantern.

Ji Siwei looked back, and found that the two paper women who were lying on the ground stood up, one on the left and the other on the right guarding the door.

The village chief seemed to have noticed nothing unusual, and walked away while coughing.

Zhi Zhayan turned and walked into the living room, silently cleaned up the tools on the table, swept the bamboo chips on the floor, and said without emotion: "There are two rooms on the second floor and two rooms on the third floor. You cook."

"You cook dinner for so many people by yourself, are you busy?" The novice girl seemed to have a kind personality, and said proactively, "Let me help you."