Wang Ying mentions revenge, that thing, and killing him.
What does that mean exactly?
I already knew that her sister had died unjustly, and as for who killed her, and what she was talking about, I had never heard her mention it.
Wang Ying cried and cried a lot of words, but the content was almost the same.
After crying for a while, she wiped away her tears and her expression regained its calmness.
Wang Ying stood up, lit the torches around her, and took off her shoes and ankle-length trench coat.
She stood barefoot on the ground, wearing only a long dress made up of strips of colored cloth covered with metal and wood ornaments.
This costume is very similar to the costume of a small number of people, but unfortunately I have not seen much and do not know what kind of nationality it is.
Linzi and I glanced at each other, and from his surprised expression, I could tell that he couldn't understand what Wang Ying was doing.
At this time, Wang Ying took out a mask from her bag and put it on her head.
The mask looked terrifying, with a red face, big eyes like copper bells, and a bloody mouth.
By the cold moonlight and the light of the jumping fire, she stepped on the grass, gravel and cold earth, and danced, her colorful dress jingled in the wind.
Looking at her strange dance steps, I felt like I had arrived at some primitive tribe, full of mystery.
"Hadron don't you think," Linzi said in a very small voice in my ear.
"What" "I don't think she's particularly like a dancing god" His expression was complicated, surprised, scared, and incomprehensible.
Dancing gods are not popular in our village, so I've only seen them in TV dramas.
Wizards dance gods or exorcise ghosts, or pray for blessings.
I watched for a while, and found that she was not quite the same as the one who danced the gods, and she danced very carefully, and she was very quiet, without chanting any incantations, even breathing fire and dancing swords.
Looking at her is a bit like some kind of special memorial ceremony, I think Wang Ying should be a member of a certain ethnic minority, or believe in some kind of mysterious sect.
The more she jumped, the more energetic she became, and if you didn't look at the scary mask, it was still quite ornamental.
We had been lying on our stomachs for so long, my arms had begun to go numb, and at this moment, Wang Ying stopped.
She took off her mask, pulled a dagger from her waist, and slashed her palm, dripping blood into the grave.
Her face grew paler from blood loss and cold.
Linzi tried to stand up several times to stop Wang Ying, but I held him down.
I whispered to Linzi that she must know what she did when she did these things, and when she went back, she would find a way to ask her, maybe she would know what was going on, and it would not be wise to go out now.
"She's just messing around" Linzi was particularly angry, "It's a cold day, wearing so little, bloody, and dancing, isn't this death?"
Linzi's concern for Wang Ying sometimes makes me incomprehensible.
I asked him, Wang Ying is so rude and willful, moody, in addition to being good-looking, what attracts you "Oh, you won't understand" Linzi said perfunctorily, his eyes never left Wang Ying, and his brows were twisted into flowers.
When she had done all this, she put away her dagger, put on her clothes and shoes, looked at her sister's grave, smiled with satisfaction, then turned around and soon disappeared into the moor of the night.
Linzi and I were just about to get up when a figure suddenly appeared in the wasteland next to us, carrying a shovel.
The two of us quickly got down again.
Looks like tonight's story isn't over yet.
"Why is he" Linzi was the first to see it than me, and her jaw was about to fall in surprise.
When I looked closely, this person turned out to be Uncle Gao What did he come for He faced the place where Wang Yue was buried, and seemed to be looking at Wang Yue's tombstone seriously.
Uncle Gao has always given me the impression that he is well-informed, knows a lot of anecdotes, and cares about me, but because he has slandered Aunt Zhang, I don't trust him as much as I used to.
He wielded a shovel and began to dig the grave.
The loess was shoveled up, and I didn't know what he was going to do, but I always felt that I should stop him.
I looked at Linzi, he stared at Uncle Gao's eyes, as if they had known each other for a long time, and he was surprisingly calm, and he didn't let me make any noise.
The soil beside the grave was piled higher and higher, and I could only see Uncle Gao's action of digging the grave, but I could not see the situation in the grave.
Suddenly, he stopped.
As if he had seen gold, his eyes lit up, he threw the shovel with a clatter, crouched down, and when he stood up again, he held a golden wooden box in both hands.
It's the golden silk box that has always intrigued me.
Uncle Gao quickly opened the box, took out the purse inside with trembling hands, and then casually threw the golden silk wooden box to the ground.
The black shadow in the morgue asked me to take the contents of the box before, but I was bumped into by Wang Ying, and she said that it was something that could soothe the undead, and asked me not to touch it in the future.
Since then, I haven't seen a dark shadow, and I don't intend to touch people's taboos.
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Whether I believe in soothing the dead or not, at least I know that the dead should be respected.
So I can't ignore seeing Uncle Gao sneakily robbing tombs like this.
But Linzi always held me down, and I was in a hurry.
"There are things in that box that are very important to Sister Wang Ying, and I don't know what Uncle Gao wants to do, I have to stop him" Linzi hurriedly covered my mouth, "Shhhh He has a lot of strength, but he can't stand my constant tossing.
I, who wanted to go out to stop Uncle Gao, almost fought with Linzi, and I was no longer lying on the ground.
Uncle Gao heard our movement, he stopped, turned his head vigilantly, waved his right hand vigorously, and a dagger flew over, I was like a scared rabbit, I saw the eagle swooping over my head, and I didn't know how to dodge.
Linzi reacted very quickly, he stretched out his arm to block, changed the direction of the dagger, and the dagger slammed into the earth.
Only then did I realize that it was not a dagger, but a scalpel.
From Uncle Gao throwing out the scalpel to Linzi helping me block the knife, it was almost an instant.
I broke out in a cold sweat, and when I looked at Linzi, there was a trace of coldness in his eyes, coupled with his coherent movements just now, which couldn't help but make me even more confused.
A normal person in the situation just now may have the same reaction as me.
But those who are well-trained are different, they only need to rely on the memory of their muscles to react quickly.
It's not the first time that Linzi has given me this feeling.
Old Uncle Gao was already carrying a shovel and walking towards us with fierce eyes.
We hid in the shadows of the weeds, and when I looked at Rinko, he seemed to be even more nervous than I was.
Suddenly, Linzi put his hand on my back, grabbed my clothes, and pushed me forward with a sharp force, pushing me in front of Uncle Gao.
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