The person who came was the owner of a nearby house. He was kind enough to bring food to the woman. As soon as he walked in a little further, he saw a stranger in the house. He thought he was a stinky gangster who came in and wanted to take advantage of the woman. There were fields around the wooden house.

Farmers usually don't have many people around, and a woman who is not clear-headed and has no one to take care of her is most likely to be bullied.

Fortunately, Xia Mo's mind worked very quickly, and after piecing it together with the information he had just learned and a little personal experience, he gave the other party a seemingly reasonable explanation. For the sake of authenticity, Xia Mo changed hands and put it in his pocket.

He took the photo and showed it to the other party as his own. His tone was quite sincere. From time to time he looked at the stupid woman in the room with a look of regret.

In fact, it was with a trying mentality that he didn't know if the other party had seen this photo. After all, what he heard was false, and the physical evidence that could be seen was far more convincing than his exhaustive defense.

Sure enough, with the wind in his ears and the blessing of the photos, the other party gradually lowered his guard. He even felt a little embarrassed and took Xia Mo to his yard and poured him a cup of tea. As long as Xia Mo didn't look cold,

If you are willing to respond to the other party when talking, you will basically not be annoying to any extent. So the two started chatting about women's matters, most of which were said by the other party. Xia Mo held a disposable plastic cup filled with tea and looked serious.

He looked like he was listening. But small talk is always mixed with subjective assumptions, so Xia Mo looked serious on the surface, but in fact he was a little distracted. He forgot the unimportant trivial matters and picked out the important points. He glanced at the people in the yard.

Looking at the furnishings, I saw clean hoes and shovels stained with wet soil piled in the corner.

There was actually very little useful content in the conversation between the two, it was all about the woman in the cabin.

For example, the woman's surname was Meng, and her name was Meng Xianqiao. Another example is that the reason why she sent meals to Meng Xianqiao was because she had picked up the family's children from the water earlier before she went completely crazy.

From then on, she would take care of her a little. If there was a lot of food at home, she would prepare a portion for her. It was not very good, but at least she would not starve to death. The quilts and pillows in the wooden house were also given by their family.

As for the origin of the Meng family girl, it was basically consistent with what the B&B clerk said, and there was nothing special about it. Then Xia Mo deliberately brought the topic to the matter of 'the mountain god's marriage'.

When he mentioned this, the other party's expression felt a little off for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal. He only said that these were feudal superstitions from the early years and had long since disappeared.

"But Meng Xianqiao was very impressed by the 'Mountain God's Marriage', and he even asked me to talk about it just now." Xia Mo said to the owner of the house.

After hearing this, the owner of the house did not answer immediately. He unconsciously touched his trouser legs with his hand, and his eyes flickered, indicating that he was hiding something.

I'm probably having an ideological struggle at the moment.

Seeing his entanglement, Xia Mo chose to go straight to the point: "The mountain god's marriage...has happened in the past few years, right?"

Xia Mo's speculation was not groundless. It was based on Meng Xianqiao's reaction. It took her some time just to misidentify Xia Mo, but her reaction was extremely fast the moment she heard the horn. It can be seen that Meng Xianqiao's reaction was very fast.

Xianqiao was deeply impressed by the mountain god's marriage. Or is it possible that her current situation is somewhat related to the mountain god's marriage.

However, the purpose of this sentence was too strong, which made the other party realize that Xia Mo was talking nonsense, and for some reason became angry and kicked him out. Xia Mo still wanted to speak, but the other party had already closed the courtyard door and refused to talk. This family

The walls were built so high that no one was even allowed to leave.

Yes, your efforts are in vain.

Xia Mo was really not good at dealing with people, and the conversation was dead in no time.

Despite this, the other party's attitude was also very strange, as if marrying a mountain god was a huge taboo for them.

The tea in his hand was still warm, and his mouth was a little dry, but he didn't intend to drink it. He threw it into the trash can at the entrance of the courtyard and turned around to leave.

When passing by the cabin, Meng Xianqiao squatted at the door holding a pillow with a dull look on his face. Xia Mo sighed, took out the remaining bags of compressed biscuits in the bag, squatted down, and put them on the ground in front of her, indicating to her if

When there is no one to bring food to you, you can eat this to satisfy your hunger.

The two faced each other, Xia Mo's figure blocked the light, and Meng Xianqiao was in the shadow cast by him, which was completely blocked. Meng Xianqiao was looking directly at him at this moment, his eyes were still dirty, but

It seems to be different from the previous two times when the eyes met.

The look in her eyes made people uncomfortable. Xia Mo was afraid that she would suddenly get violent and hit someone like she did just now, so he didn't continue to approach.

When Xia Mo stood up, she spoke, but her mouth shape was still the same. The mouth shape was not as exaggerated as before, just like a normal conversation.

she says.

The mountain gods are getting married and the mortals are retreating. If anyone spies, the red rain will rot the bones.

…

People can be appropriately superstitious, but if there is too much mystery, the direction will be very overt. Again, if you have not experienced it personally, people will not have a deep impression. The theory of gods and ghosts in this sentence is too overt.

As a result, these words were not something that could be said casually. Either someone had murmured them tirelessly in Meng Xianqiao's ears day after day; or she had heard and seen the scenes mentioned in the words, so she believed them deeply.

Photos, strange villagers, a mountain god getting married, and water stains on the mirror. These were not the reasons why Xia Mo came here, but when he came to this place, these things were spread out for him, and it was difficult not to make him suspicious.

As he thought before, someone wanted to arouse his curiosity and let him move forward step by step in the planned direction. The mountain god's marriage was the 'task' given to him by the other party. It was similar to playing a copy in a game. Once you solve it, you will be done.

You can get corresponding rewards.

However, people are not a string of codes. People are changeable and uncontrollable. There is no absolute infallibility in the world, and there is no God. In order to complete this step, there will be a third perspective.

In other words, there is something wrong with the people around him.

And this person who provides a ‘third perspective’ does not necessarily refer to just one person, but may refer to it in general.

After thinking about this matter, the photo of the burned part in Xia Mo's hand didn't seem that simple.

"Shui Xiu...Huangmei Opera...are they from the troupe?" Xia Mo looked down at the photo and returned the way he had come.

The theater troupe in the 1980s and 1990s was still in Mao'er Mountain. How did the two parties get related?

…

The clerk took out the last cigarette from the box and was about to light it when he saw Xia Mo, who had been wandering around for a long time, finally slowly coming back.

"How's it going? Did you gain anything?"

Xia Mo looked disgraced, with the word "mourning" written all over his face.

"Forget it, I was beaten by that woman. Forget it, let's go find the guide."

"So, why bother." Holding a cigarette in his mouth, the clerk turned the three-bouncer around and rode towards the entrance of the village.

When leaving the village, Xia Mo felt someone watching him. When he looked up, he found a shadow standing at the window of the two-story building closest to the entrance of the village, seeming to be staring at him.

After seeing clearly, it can be confirmed that he is an adult man. He is very thin overall, and his clothes are empty, like a clothes rack. The weird thing is... the other person's eyes are looking at Xia Mo, it is not ordinary curiosity and joining in the fun, but more like quite

An unfriendly, even malicious look.

The arrival of Xia Mo had a huge impact on them.

"Don't look blindly, or they'll gouge out your eyes." The clerk looked forward and said coldly.

"It seems Dujia Village is not the only one who is xenophobic~"

"Maybe you poked their lung tube."

"What do you mean? The mountain god's marriage?" Xia Mo stopped using roundabout tactics. He needed to understand the situation, the more detailed the better, even if it might have been embellished.

The reaction of the store clerk was also quite interesting.

"Hey, you're just jumping to your grave because you think you've lived too long!"

This means knowing the inside story.

"If I had known you knew this, I wouldn't have made this trip."

"Who told you that you would not die until you reach the Yellow River~"

This man's arrogant expression looks familiar to Xia Mo. Oh... he looks a bit like Hong Shaotian...

"I've found my way back. Now you can tell me a story."


Chapter completed!