Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

Being caught stealing the chicken, Ji Muxia was so nervous that he almost ran away.

In his limited life, this was the first time he was a thief.

But the anger of the villagers disappeared after Xie Bingyan had prepared his wallet.

After dismissing the villagers with a one-hundred-dollar card, Xie Bingyan shrugged easily: "Look, it's settled."

Ji Muxia: "Then you still let my brother go first."

It made him think there was going to be a fight.

Xie Bingyan chuckled and didn't explain, Ji Muxia suspected that he did it on purpose to isolate Ji Fanchun from the sound.

How childish.Ji Muxia rolled her eyes in her heart.

"The rooster is also dead, why doesn't it seem like nothing has changed?"

"Since it's not time, it's okay to eat." Jiang Jianguo smacked his mouth with a smile, making Ji Muxia very suspicious of the fat man's real intentions.

Ji Muxia said directly: "I suspect that you just want to eat chicken."

"Eating pickles is too annoying, I'm going to make a chicken beating tooth sacrifice." Jiang Jianguo carried the poor rooster that was crushed to death by himself, looking for a place to deal with it.

Xie Bingyan looked at the plucked rooster and asked casually: "Then the owner doesn't care about the chicken very much. It's strange. Don't the folks say that rooster blood can ward off evil spirits. Doesn't this village need rooster blood?"

Ji Muxia replied casually: "The Ghost Festival doesn't use chickens, but ducks."

Xie Bingyan: "Duck?"

Ji Mucha was taken aback, by the way, why did he forget.

People's memory is so wonderful. Sometimes the news that we see inadvertently can't be recalled when we deliberately recall it. Sometimes it will be recalled because of one or two introductions.

What Ji Mucha thought of at this time was some information that he had seen inadvertently when he was reading folklore before.

"It is said that after death, people have to cross the Naihe Bridge, and ducks can swim."

"Huh?" Xie Bingyan keenly sensed that Ji Muxia's mood was not right, "What's wrong?"

"I've thought of something, but I'm still a little uncertain." Ji Muxia looked at Jiang Jianguo who was walking away, waved to Xie Bingyan, and whispered something in his ear.

Ghost Festival is a kind of soul worship. On this day, people burn incense and sacrifice to ancestors, praying for the health and safety of family members, and family members take this opportunity to be reunited.

This reunion is not only for the living, but also for the dead.

When the gate of ghosts opens on the Ghost Festival, the souls of the deceased will also pass through the gates of ghosts and come to the world to reunite with their loved ones.

According to the tradition, those who pay attention to it will start preparations from the tenth day of the seventh month until the Ghost Festival arrives at midnight on the fifteenth day of the seventh month.

From the tenth day of the seventh lunar month, every household cleans the halls, places incense tables and ancestral tablets in front of the shrines, and prepares wine, food and fruits for daily offerings to welcome the ancestors.

On July [-]th, Mingyi and Mingqian are burned to pay homage to the newly deceased elders in the spirit house.

July [-]th is the day to send off ancestors. Write the names of the ancestors on the ghost paper and burn them outdoors to pay homage to the ancestors.

July [-]th is the ghost festival, and paper money is burned on the ghost festival.Burning paper money can't only be burned for one's own dead relatives, but also for the undead souls without descendants, lest they embarrass their ancestors in the underworld, so there is a tradition of "burning lonely clothes" for lonely ghosts on the night of July [-]th. .

When paying homage to ancestors during the Ghost Festival, some places are more particular, and ducks will be used as sacrifices.Because it is said that people have to cross the Naihe Bridge after death, ducks can swim, and the paper money and clothes used to worship ancestors have to be crossed by ducks.

Ji Muxia finished talking about the information she still remembered, "This is a relatively old folk custom, but there are very few people who abide by it. Many people are more taboo when it comes to Ghost Festival. They go home early and don't go out. They don't even follow the other customs of Ghost Festival. , I didn’t expect it either.”

Because coincidentally, the village chief asked the player to sacrifice in the Zhongkui Temple with similar steps.

There is no item that can directly see the time, there is no calendar clock, and the player does not know the specific time when they come to the village.

"Based on the nature of the game, the Fifteenth Ghost Festival may be the tenth day, but yesterday would be the sixth day of the lunar calendar." Ji Muxia was in a difficult decision, "But judging from the paper money given to them by the village head today, today is another day. It should be thirteen."

"There is another possibility that the flow of time is abnormal." Xie Bingyan added.

But no matter what, they can already guess that this time is the Ghost Festival, and they can estimate that the current date is probably the first half of July.

"Do you still want to eat this chicken?" Xie Bingyan could already smell the aroma of roasted chicken.

He swallowed his saliva, and looked at the bold foodie Jiang Jianguo who had already roasted the poor cock.

Bring your own fire source and condiments, and the preparations are quite complete.

Ji Muxia also swallowed his saliva. After eating porridge and pickles for two days in a row, he missed the nutritional supplements very much. At any rate, there were all kinds of fruit flavors.

"Don't eat it, I always feel like I forgot something."

Seeing Jiang Jianguo coming over with the roast chicken, he tore off a piece of chicken skin reluctantly and handed it over. Ji Muxia directly refused: "You can eat it yourself, we dare not eat it."

He didn't make up an excuse, but he explained it because Jiang Jianguo was a good person.

Jiang Jianguo didn't care at all, and said carelessly: "Hey, it's okay, don't worry, I've eaten in the game a few times, and the food is fine."

Ji Mucha's lips moved, thinking of the Sinologist from the previous level.

If Jiang Jianguo were to go to the Duke of Poison game that sinologists have experienced, he would probably die on the first night.

Xie Bingyan also rejected Jiang Jianguo, but the latter didn't care, Mei Zizi finished the roast chicken by himself, and his mouth was full of oil.

After confirming that the rooster does not represent time and ruling out a wrong option, Ji Muxia and Xie Bingyan are ready to enter the Zhongkui Temple.

The moment he entered the door, Ji Muxia suddenly turned around with a feeling in his heart, and saw a black shadow jumping past under the outer wall, which looked like a black cat.

Ji Mucha paused: "Did you see a black cat just now?"

Xie Bingyan: "No."

Ji Mucha thought for a while, put it down temporarily, and walked into the temple.

There was a lot of noise in the temple. The players did not clean up and burn papers as required by the village head, but formed a group, as if they were making a noise.

Ji Muxia saw Ji Fanchun and Qin Jiao on the outside, and moved over to join them.

"what happened?"

It was Qin Jiao who answered him. She smiled and said, "One of the people who disappeared yesterday has returned."

What Qin Jiao was talking about was that Kunxi and Dabeitou forced two of his subordinates to explore around the temple yesterday before the village chief arrived, and they didn't come back until night.

Both of them are male players, only one came back, he is in good condition, nothing happened.

But missing for one afternoon and one night for no reason, in this game full of ghosts, no one can guarantee that he is still the original player now.

Qin Jiao also said: "Who knows that people are still ghosts now."

"I remember that there were three players missing yesterday." Ji Muxia was thoughtful.

There were [-] players in total, and there were only [-] when they finally arrived in Zhongkui Temple yesterday.The three who went out never came back, plus the two players who were sent out later, there were only thirteen players who stayed in the village head's farmhouse hotel together.

Kunxi died again in the morning, and now there should only be twelve players according to the original process.

But one came back today, and only one came back.

Everything is strange.

Ji Muxia heard someone's voice asking sharply: "Are you a human or a ghost? How did you come back? Did you come back by stepping on your companion's corpse!"

"I'm really a human!" The male player is called Luo Sen, with a weak appearance, his face flushed from scolding with doubts from everyone, "It's a ghost that has been cold for a long time!"

"Brother Wang, you have to trust me!"

"Okay." Dabeitou, that is, Wang Feng, saw Luo Sen winking at him, and felt hesitant.

"I'll keep an eye on my people, just take care of yourself."

He stopped other players from questioning, and let this little player who was originally sent by him return to his team.

Although the other players were a little afraid and unwilling to let Rosen approach, Wang Feng still brought him by his side.

"Treat others for fools." Xie Bingyan was very disdainful of Wang Feng's petty thinking.

It was so in the morning and it is still so now.

If Wang Feng really believed in Rosen, he would not leave his back to him, keep a distance from him and be vigilant all the time, and would definitely bring other players with him instead of getting along with Rosen alone.

He suspected that during the time when Rosen disappeared, he had discovered something new and was waiting to enjoy it.

It's just that Luo Sen was forced out by Wang Feng. Will he really tell Wang Feng the truth now?

Xie Bingyan glanced over there a few times and didn't care about others.

Today, each player was given paper money by the village head, and they went to the side hall with their bamboo baskets filled with paper money.

The statue of Zhong Kui is enshrined in the main hall, and the ancestral tablets are enshrined in the side hall.

On the table in front of the tablet, three sticks of incense were lit in the censer, and there was also burnt paper money in the iron basin below. Some players had completed their tasks.

According to the process, the four people stepped forward one by one, offered incense, and burned paper money.

There were no accidents in the whole process, it went very smoothly, and the four of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

After completing the most basic tasks, Ji Muxia took a step forward and observed the tablet at a close distance.

"Is there a name on the tablet?" Qin Jiao took care of Ji Fanchun, not too far away from him, so it was inconvenient to go up to check.

With the shadow of the past, I'm afraid it's the player's name written again.

Ji Muxia shook her head, fortunately, this time is more normal.

It is obvious on the tablet that most of the enshrined people have the surname Zhong, which is relatively common in the village.In a more traditional custom, when writing tablets or tombstones, the husband's surname will be added before the woman's name, so at first glance they all appear to be the same surname.

"Huh?" Looking at it, Ji Mucha suddenly let out a slight sigh.

Qin Jiao immediately raised her heart: "What's wrong?"

"Coincidentally, I almost thought I saw Kunxi's name." Ji Muxia explained after seeing it clearly, "I misunderstood it, it is Zhong Kunxi, probably the same name."

There are a lot of tablets here, divided into five or six rows, and there are more than 200 in total.

The name of "Zhong Kunxi" is very far back, in the corner, sandwiched between "Zhong Guiying" and "Zhong Fangxitong".

"Zhong Fang Xitong" sounds a bit like a woman who married into Zhong's family, but there is no formal address for the elders, such as "Xian Kao" or "Xian Concubine", only a bare name.

Ji Muxia can only regard it as a difference in folk customs, and let it go for now.

After some observation, the day passed without incident, and when he finished the task and left, Ji Muxia saw that Wang Feng was still fine, and Luo Sen was by his side, also looking honest.

Until leaving Zhongkui Temple, when Ji Muxia accidentally walked past Fang Shijie with Dongzi's wine-red hair, he heard the other party complaining to his companion.

"This ruined temple has everything, and the black cat dares to follow here."

Ji Mucha slowed down by half a beat, eavesdropping silently.

Her companion said angrily: "Okay, don't say a few words in front of the statue, don't offend even if you don't believe it."

"cut."

Ji Muxia lowered his head, deliberately scratched a bloodstain on his wrist with his nails, and then pulled down the sleeve, covering the bloodstain with only a little blood-stained sleeve outside.

He walked quickly to Fang Shijie's side, and said in a low voice, "You were also caught by the cat?"

"No." Fang Shijie pulled away vigilantly, without admitting it.Seeing Ji Mucha smiled softly on purpose, "Why, the handsome guy is afraid of cats?"

"Forget it." Ji Mucha tugged at his sleeve unnaturally, and walked away, "There's nothing to be afraid of, isn't it just a black cat?"

Fang Shijie was shrewd and careful, she was sizing up Ji Muxia when he approached, her eyes caught the blood on his sleeve, and the corner of her mouth smiled deeply.

Ji Muxia didn't pay attention to her anymore, and caught up with Xie Bingyan and the others, leaving only Fang Shijie behind.

Dongzi, who had been dumbfounded and silent beside Fang Shijie, suddenly spoke at this moment: "Sister Fang, I'm a little scared..."

"Can I stay with you tonight?"

Before Fang Shijie could answer, her companion glared at him, his eyes staring like a door god.

Fang Shijie chuckled lightly, and winking with her companion, "Yes, yes, but my brother can't do without me."

Dongzi shrank his neck, but felt relieved: "It's better for you to be together."

Fang Shijie smiled and said nothing.

Didn't you just pretend to be crazy and stupid, and now you are ready to take action?

……

The sick Ji Fanchun, who was ignored by everyone, saw all this calmly.

Things seem to be getting more complicated.

In teamwork, what is afraid of is not the pig teammates, but the shrewd people who think they are smart.

Unfortunately, this time there are the most smart people in the game.

I don't know how many people will die after tonight?

When they returned to the village chief's house, a group of people were shocked.

There was a black dog squatting at the door, looking at everyone coldly, unlike the enthusiasm of ordinary dogs, it was cold, even a bit like a wild wolf.

The black dog squatted there, motionless, like a cold sculpture.

But its cold eyes, like a human being, swept over each player one by one, with the meaning of looking at them.

When its eyes fell on itself, there was an inexplicable feeling that the soul was frozen, frozen in the distance stiffly, unable to move.

After watching it once, the black dog swaggered away, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, only then did they feel the temperature return to themselves.

Ji Fanchun felt that his back was covered in cold sweat, and his body shook a few times weaker, but fortunately Ji Muxia held him firmly.

"Brother, you're a bit hypocritical." Ji Mucha said something in his words, "Stop watching movies at night."

Ji Fanchun: ...

I'm still going to take care of my younger brother, but now, I just want to hit my brother's dog's head.

Ji Fanchun rubbed Ji Mucha's hair vigorously, only then did he realize that Ji Mucha was really in good spirits and was not affected by the black dog at all.

Then look at the people around, including Xie Bingyan, their faces are now pale, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Ji Mucha is special?

Ji Fanchun remained calm and did not make any publicity. He only deliberately put most of his body on his younger brother, which made him sweat profusely. He looked no different from other people.

In the evening, when the village chief and other people were delivering meals, Ji Fanchun found an opportunity to ask alone: ​​"Village chief, do you have any special customs here, for example, you think black is more auspicious?"

"No." The village head looked at Ji Fanchun inexplicably.

"Then why are all the animals in your family black? First they were black cats, and now they are black dogs."

The village chief's face turned foul: "What black cats and black dogs, we never keep these unlucky things!"

"Isn't the black cat that ran out of your house yours?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Seeing that Ji Fanchun was still pestering, the village head became impatient.

"In our village, no one keeps cats and dogs!"