Chapter 492 Ancestral Hall and Funeral Hall

Chapter 492 Ancestral Hall and Funeral Hall

It’s interesting to say that this guy ran out early in the morning, saying that he was going to see if there was any game around.

Just as he said, although Feng Hao did not go to Dalong's house, he still received the notification of the side quest.

"So, this mission is inevitable." Xiao Jin said calmly, "Since I can't avoid it, I'll just deal with it as it happens."

At midnight, the mountain fog was so thick that it could not be dispelled.

Eight villagers were carrying a thin coffin and walking in front, with paper lanterns flickering in the wind. Behind them were the village chief and dozens of villagers, and behind them were the players.

Xiao Jin counted the slippery bluestone steps under his feet and found that he would step on a copper coin every seven steps. The edges of these coins were black, as if they were soaked in blood and then dried in the wind.

Yunye said softly: "These coins are old."

"Yeah." Xiao Jin nodded: "I just don't know what specific use it has."

The group walked for about an hour and a half, and from a distance, Xiao Jin saw an ancestral hall in front of them.

If she guessed correctly, this was where the funeral would be held tonight.

But... why is the ancestral hall of Guxing Village built in the mountains? It's too far away!

"Hurry up, put the coffin inside." The village chief directed the villagers who were carrying the coffin, and the others who were holding paper money, white candles, and wreaths entered one by one.

In just a few minutes, the mourning hall was set up.

Perhaps the village chief had discussed something with the old woman again during the day, this time her emotions were obviously much more stable, and she knelt in front of the coffin in silence.

As for the woman next to her, who was about thirty years old, she should be Dalong's wife. However, the woman had no expression on her face at the moment, and her hemp clothes covered it tightly, so it was impossible to tell whether she was sad or not.

On the other hand, after entering the ancestral hall, the players began to observe the surrounding situation of the mourning hall.

Xiao Jin counted the white candles here, a total of thirty-six, each of which was inserted in a strange skull eye socket, as if it were some kind of animal.

The candle wax mixed with the dark red liquid that was originally in the candlestick dripped down the pale skull onto the blue brick floor, solidifying into a strange pool.

"The side quests given by the system this time are really weird."

While the villagers were not paying attention, Sui Ying kicked the thin-skinned coffin placed in the middle of the ancestral hall, her chubby face glowing coldly under the candlelight.

"It's fine if you don't just attend the funeral, you have to keep vigil until the cockcrows."

In the coffin lay the man who had drowned during the day. The corpse's belly was a little bigger than when he saw it in the morning. Through the translucent skin, one could even see something wriggling inside.

Xiao Jin noticed that the gaps between the fingernails of the dead man's crossed hands were filled with black mud, exactly the same as what she had just seen on the villagers.

What taboo did he commit that led to his sudden death?

Xiao Jin pondered silently for a moment.

Shao Siyuan, who was leaning against the wall, lowered his head, the blue light of the system screen reflected on his pupils, and at this moment it was clearly written on it.

[Side quest requirements: Complete the midnight vigil ceremony, and you are not allowed to leave the ancestral hall during this period. Reward: 5000 points and a random prop treasure chest].

The current time shows 01:47. The mission had already begun when the coffin was carried up the mountain.

"Is there something wrong with the brains of the people in this village?" Sui Feng squatted in front of the altar, took a few glances and then returned to the players, whispering to Xiao Jin and others.

“The three sacrificial animals on the tablets in the ancestral hall are all rotten meat, but the ashes in the incense burner are fresh, which shows that they often perform some kind of sacrifice.

But who would leave those rotten offerings behind at a funeral, as if they were cherishing them very much? "

After hearing Sui Feng's words, Sui Ying first glanced at the deceased's family strangely.

Then he whispered, "Yes, they didn't make a fuss. But this is exactly what shows that these three sacrificial animals are very precious. Maybe they are related to the sacrifice in a few days."

"Huh?" Feng Hao suddenly had an idea.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't we... steal some?"

Xiao Jin opened his mouth and looked at Feng Hao with a complicated look in his eyes.

You could say his plan wasn't that bad, but being able to immediately associate the two Sui siblings' words with stealing the sacrificial offering is something that not everyone can do.

Shao Siyuan coughed lightly: "This is not impossible."

He raised his chin towards the villagers busying around the spiritual platform and said, "They are really watching closely. It's not easy to get things!"

"Hey! You're going too far!" Shao Siyuan chuckled, "I don't believe you don't have any props that can conceal the truth."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the ancestral hall was suddenly blown open by the wind, and several villagers holding oil lamps followed the village chief in.

This move made all the players frown.

If you look closely, you can see that the people following behind the village chief are not the ones who followed the team to send off the spirits before. The players have good memories, so they can see it clearly.

Moreover, when the players got closer, they found that these people had no feet on the ground and there was not even a shadow under the candlelight.

It seemed that it started raining heavily outside at some point, and the forest seemed even more depressing on the rainy night. A chill gradually spread throughout the player's body.

Feng Hao, this idiot, seemed to be a little afraid of ghosts. He hid behind Sui Feng with a pale face.

After all, at times like this, only a masculine man like Sui Feng can give him a sense of security.

After entering the ancestral hall, the original villagers dared not make a sound, as if they were also afraid of these people.

After a moment, the village chief grinned, revealing his dark yellow teeth: "The time has come, please take your seats, guests."

Ok?

The players looked at each other in bewilderment. The direction of the story seemed to be a little off!

Xiao Jin's long sword vibrated slightly in its sheath. She watched the villagers place twelve cushions around the coffin, just corresponding to the twelve players.

There was a coarse porcelain bowl filled with turbid liquid in front of each cushion.

"Drinking the magic water can resist the night cold and dispel bad luck." The village chief's eyes moved up and down strangely as he spoke: "Everyone, please!"

Xiao Jin and the others looked at each other, and Shao Siyuan stepped forward and asked, "May I ask the village chief, what is bad luck?"

The village chief replied calmly: "There was a funeral in the village. This is a taboo before the start of the sacrifice. I am afraid that something will disturb you, so I have to go to get rid of the bad luck."

Given the village chief's attitude, the players had no choice but to drink, so they could only sit on the futon.

When everyone sat down, they observed that there was no difference between the cushions, so they could only pick one at random.

After sitting down, the village chief led a group of villagers to surround the coffin, staring at the player.

"Is this fucking talisman water?" a male player with a tattoo on his arm said angrily, pushing the bowl on the ground.

But because of his unwilling action, he accidentally kicked over the porcelain bowl, and the liquid spilled onto the ground. The poured liquid immediately corroded the ground into honeycomb-shaped holes.