infinite danger

Chapter 33 The One Who Called His Name Could Be...

"Are you going to live with me?"

Ji Siwei looked sideways at the handsome young man who was following him, a little surprised.

It's really brave that someone is willing to live with a living target like himself.

The handsome young man stared at the long black knife in Ji Siwei's hand without blinking, and nodded.

It seems that this young man feels that he feels safer carrying a knife?Looking at the other party's very sincere eyes, Ji Siwei laughed:

"What's your name."

The handsome young man was taken aback, pursed his lips and shook his head.

"You don't have a name? Still can't tell?"

Ji Siwei frowned very lightly, and asked again.

The handsome young man shook his head. After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth and said two words silently. Judging from the shape of his lips, it should be "dumb".

His face was calm, as if he was talking about an innocuous topic.

Looking at his expression, Ji Siwei suddenly understood what he wanted to express: "You mean, others call you dumb?"

The handsome young man nodded seriously.

No wonder he has been silent, it turned out to be an aphasia.

They soon came to the door. When they were looking at the engineering drawings, Ji Siwei noticed that there was only this one bedroom on the first floor, and there were two bedrooms on the second and third floors.

Before he knew it, it was already dark, Ji Siwei turned on the lights, and carefully inspected the room to check for potential safety hazards.

The room has been newly decorated, has a separate bathroom, and the furniture is new. There is a pungent smell of paint in the air.

The windows are not equipped with anti-theft nets, and they are wooden window lattices, which do not look very safe.

Other than that, nothing unusual.

"Remember, don't open any of the drawers here. The drawers are probably the medium to communicate with other copies. Open the wrong drawers, and monsters will crawl out."

"Although it looks calm here, there must be danger lurking. Try not to act alone, and don't trust anyone."

Ji Siwei's reminder is reserved, the situation is unknown now, and the little mute cannot be fully trusted for the time being.

……

"Dong dong..."

Not long after washing, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Huya, I'm Li Yin, I'm ready for dinner."

Through a door, Li Yin's voice was somewhat dull.

"Got it, thank you."

Ji Siwei looked through the cat's eyes, and after confirming that there was no danger, he agreed.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the aroma of the food. The aroma was very unique, probably from spices and ingredients that I had never eaten before.

When Ji Siwei and the little mute entered the restaurant, everyone except the blind girl looked at them in unison.

Inquiry, curiosity, indifference...

Only the short-haired woman raised her eyebrows at Ji Siwei.

To this extent, she had already hinted quite clearly, Ji Siwei thought for a while, and sat next to the short-haired woman with a little mute as if casually.

The long dining table is full of steaming food. At a glance, the names that can be named include mountain bacon, rice in bamboo tubes, Shuigunzhai southern fish... steamed chicken with mushrooms, and Kuzhai chicken soup.

The healing power of food is powerful. Even in such a weird situation, after a bowl of hot soup, the panic and anxiety in my heart will be reduced with the passage of sweat.

"This is too delicious. Fatty, I have eaten all over the country, and I have never eaten this kind of cuisine. If I have these delicious dishes every day, I will make a wish when I find that Jiuwei Temple. I've been staying here..."

The fat man in the ball suit was probably born to be a foodie, and the speed of chopsticks was getting faster and faster, eating almost tears in his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Li Yin's expression changed when he heard this, he slapped his chopsticks on the table, and said sharply.

After speaking, he looked around uneasily, as if he was worried about being overheard.

"Brother Li...what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

The fat man in the ball suit was taken aback by Li Yin's reaction, scratched his head with the chopsticks, and asked inarticulately before he swallowed the food in his mouth.

"Don't talk nonsense about some things, if they come true, you will be in trouble."

Li Yin stared sharply at the fat man in the ball uniform, and spoke in a heavy tone.

"How can it be so easy to come true? Do you really believe that there are gods who hold their heads up three feet? Besides, it's good to stay... Along the way, I found that there are so many beautiful girls here. Marry a beautiful minority girl Being a wife is as happy as a fairy..."

After listening to Li Yin's words, the fat man in the ball suit laughed heartlessly. He didn't take it seriously at all. He swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up a piece of fat but not greasy bacon, and continued to feast on it.

Li Yin pinched the base of his nose and didn't speak any more, probably intending to let the fat man in the ball suit fend for himself.

……

Just after dinner, a few people in national costumes and white masks came to the wooden building.

Clear facial features are engraved on the mask, two red circles are painted on the cheeks, and the corners of the lips are raised high, almost reaching the ears, which looks very weird.

They were standing outside the door with torches in their hands. Judging from their figures, they should all be young people.

"Guests, the time is almost up. Please follow me and go to the ritual ceremony." The young man in charge spoke in unskilled Mandarin, and motioned to the people next to him to distribute masks to everyone: "Please put on your masks."

"Little brother, may I ask, why do we have to wear masks? Is there any particularity to this?"

The man with glasses stepped forward, smiled, and asked in a friendly tone.

"This is the custom of holding rituals here. The old people say that wearing a mask is to entrust our souls on the mask and establish a connection with the underworld. In this way, the rituals to appease the dead will take effect. .” In order to speak standard Mandarin as much as possible, the young man lowered his voice very slowly: “However, if the mask falls off and the soul leaves the body, it is easy for evil spirits to take advantage of it.”

"So, has anyone's mask ever fallen off?"

Tapping the armrest lightly with his long fingers, Ji Siwei raised his eyes and looked at the weird and somewhat creepy masks in front of him, and asked softly.

As soon as this question came up, the bodies of those local youths suddenly froze. Although they couldn't see their expressions through the mask, Ji Siwei keenly noticed that they were a little flustered.

"No." The leading youth said sullenly: "It's too late, please hurry up."

Without giving them a chance to ask any more questions, several local youths distributed torches and masks to them, and then led the way silently.

Holding a scorching torch and a cold mask, Ji Siwei looked thoughtfully at the short-haired woman standing next to him.

Sensing Ji Siwei's gaze, the short-haired woman turned her head to give him a faint smile, raised her hand and put on the mask.

Ji Siwei knew the identity of the short-haired woman in his heart, and knew what her action meant - there was nothing wrong with wearing a mask, but he had to be careful not to let it fall off.

But it doesn't matter if the mask falls off.

Huya is the owner of the puppet, and ordinary evil spirits probably wouldn't dare take advantage of him.

Ji Siwei raised one corner of his lips, revealing a sharp canine tooth, pinched the mask with his bony hands, and put it on.

He was wearing a navy blue gown provided by the wooden building, buttoned up to the top one, wearing a mask full of evil spirits, sitting in a wheelchair, with a long black knife standing on the side, and talked to the little mute in a tepid manner sentence:

"let's go."

Holding torches, everyone followed the local youths for a long distance, and finally arrived at Sifang Street in Linan Ancient Village.

A bonfire was burning in the center of the square. A man wearing a mask with red face and fangs was standing on a temporary sacrificial altar. Chant a mantra out loud.

Ji Siwei couldn't understand the minority language.

There was a circle under the sacrificial platform, holding suona and some unnamed musical instruments to play and play.

Others walked around the fire with torches, singing local songs.On the third lap, the man wearing the mask with red face and fangs shouted loudly, and put the flag in his hand on the incense ashes, and all the villagers under the sacrificial altar began to walk out.

It seems that they are going to walk along the stockade at night.

Under the guidance of local youths, everyone stepped in to join the night march.

About half an hour later, there was a vague call from behind, suddenly far and near, and when I listened carefully, it seemed to be a woman's voice.

"Ji Siwei...Ji Siwei..."

The voice paused for a moment, then continued to lower its voice, calling softly.

"Ji Siwei...Ji Siwei..."

One sound after another, like a repeater that has been programmed.

After entering the dungeon, Ji Siwei only said that his name was "Huya", and he never told anyone his real name.

Under such circumstances, the only one who can still know his name is...