Here Lies The Wicked

Because of the previous search of the house, the door of the bedroom was always open and not closed. When the square turned to the direction of the bedroom, the paint on the back of the door was dark and nothing could be seen.

Shh...

The wooden bed again emits a slight twitch of the side turning body, and then a slight twitch of the symphony cord, like a quilt or clothing.

“Who?”

He asked again.

But no one in the bedroom answered the correct question.

Cough, cough...

There was a cough in the bedroom with pain and anguish, and in the dark painted bedroom, a walking footstep began to sound.

Whoo!

An oil lamp illuminates in the bedroom and then projects a thin figure on the ground.

But the angle you're sitting at, you can only see a little bit at the door of the bedroom, and you can't see who's in the bedroom.

At this point, a second person's footsteps sounded again in the bedroom.

Square eyes squinted, the lobby in the dark, just sitting there quietly, looking at the constant trivial noise coming out of the bedroom.

Fang was asking again who it was, but the two people in the bedroom never answered him.

Fang gazed and snorted coldly in his mouth. As he was about to get up and search the bedroom himself, he wanted to see who was haunting him. The people in the bedroom held the oil lamp and walked straight towards the door.

Finally, Fang was looking at who was in the bedroom.

It's a couple of old people dressed in rustic, plain clothes, with a little bit of rickets, with white hair and pale hair, who are about sixty or seventy years old.

When I saw this pair of old couple's clothes coming out of the bedroom, I thought about it. The clothes on the old couple were the clothes of the owner of the house.

As he was searching the house, he had seen simple wardrobes and villagers' clothes in the bedroom, so he could recognize that the other person was wearing clothes from the owner of the house.

The villagers of this village, the original owners of this house?

Is it only in the evening that this world will come back to life?

Fang was thinking, he was still sitting at the table in the lobby, and the man did not move, because he found that the old couple seemed to be unable to see him. The old man held the oil lamp in his hand and walked to the table where he was sitting. He stood beside him just a few feet away, bent over and lit the oil lamp on the table. The corner of his eyes never lifted to look at the square.

Whoo!

The oil lamp lit a fine flame and the house lit up.

At this time, the old man saw the latch that had fallen on the floor, as well as the door of the house and courtyard that had been pushed open by the side. After picking up the latch, the old man started shouting at the old woman, and his tone was anxious.

But I don't understand.

Because that language is not Siam, nor is it any language familiar to Fang.

Sounds like an ancient language.

And then the owner, the old man and the old lady, started a nervous search of the house.

Gently pick the square corner of the eyebrow and think.

Perhaps the contents of their previous conversation, such as entering the house as thieves, whether there was any loss of property or not... but the obvious party sat in front of them, but they seemed to be unable to see such a large living person, tormented so much, the old couple were finally convinced that there were no thieves in the house and no loss of property, the old man complained to the wife of the house, scolded and said a few words, then began to pick up the broom in the yard and clean up the fallen leaves in the yard.

And the old lady walked towards the kitchen and started burning wood, cooking, cleaning the house...

From the beginning to the end, sitting directly at the table in the lobby, like a transparent passenger, watching the old couple busy before and after, walking past him one time at a time, but never seeing him.

Until the old lady cooked and called the old man, three people at a table, sat at the table, each eating what was in her hand.

This scene is a little weird.

People who don't know, think this is Grandson Sankou's house eating.

It's all true.

Xuxu engraved every detail of the villagers. She was so big that she had joy and sorrow. She was so small that she had trivial details of her life. As she ate the compressed cookies in her hand, she thought to herself, "What is all this about?"

If this village only wakes up at night, does that mean that the night is sunny for these villagers, and the sunny day is the night here?

At night, the whole village was asleep, which is why he saw only one empty village.

By daylight, the villagers woke up and he saw these dead villagers.

And what the old couple are eating right now is breakfast in the morning!

Sunset made.

Rise and shine.

It's the opposite of the sun.

Fang is wondering, what are the existential significance of these villagers?

Are we just showing the scenes of the lives of these dead villagers who haven't known for centuries?

……

Question in the square mind, quickly get an answer!

After breakfast, I saw the old lady start packing chopsticks and working hard on household chopsticks, while the old man, lifting his farm tools, walked out the courtyard door.

At this time, on the road outside the courtyard gate, more and more villagers began to appear and slowly became lively. Each villager carried agricultural tools and walked to the farmland outside the village.

When you see the curtain, your face shows joy, and it looks like the way up the mountain should be on these villagers.

Others with the same ideas, not in the minority, just left the house, saw many practitioners follow these villagers out of a house.

Night sky at night, full moon hanging.

The full moon is bright, shining on the next moon, only to see the villagers on the roof, already full of a practitioner, these practitioners are all looking at the direction outside the village in a divine excitement, only to see a villager named “Awake”, coming down to harvest crops.

The fields submerged by the golden ocean gradually became exposed in front of everyone, and the way up the mountain appeared!

“These villagers look quite simple, friendly, and will not forget to help after they die.” The rooftops of the village were filled with people's heads, and people were surprised to see the gradual ascent of the mountain.

Peaceful village life, coupled with the scene in front of the simple villagers of Park Shi and kindness, proves once again that this seems to be a world of extraterrestrial origins.

Optimism has temporarily reduced these people's sense of crisis.

Mm-hmm.

All of a sudden, someone shocked me!

Originally, the villagers who were busy harvesting crops in the village outfield seemed to have found something in the field and then called for help from other villagers.

It's a corpse!

The two men who killed each other yesterday in the rice fields.

“This is…”

“Don't these villagers see us outsiders? How can you see the body again? ”

But what happened next was unexpected by the practitioners in the field, so that even Fang Zheng's face was stiffened.

Among the villagers who found the body, there was the old man of the house where Fang Zheng was located. After the villagers found the body, not only did they not panic, but jokingly waved the tools in their hands, nailed the body into the wooden stake, inserted it in the field and became a "scarecrow".