The next day Zongqi got up and opened the door, only to find that it was wet outside, with water everywhere, and a strong smell of grass and earth floating in the air. He took a sudden breath and filled his lungs with a fishy smell.
"Did it rain heavily last night?"
Long Aotian happened to push the door open and walked out: "You don't know?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately clenched his fists and put them to his lips and coughed frantically to remedy the situation: "Ahem, cough, cough. With weather like this, the old man had a nightmare last night."
"You had nightmares too?"
While they were talking, Huang Mao and Crow also walked out from the other side one after another.
Neither of them slept well. At first, there was the endless noise of the insects, and then there was the sudden heavy rain. It was strange that I could sleep well.
I don’t know if it was because they had seen the strange hanging coffin on the cliff during the day, but almost all the actors had nightmares at the same time.
There was a heavy rain last night, and lightning struck the earth in bunches like free money, tearing the dark night apart ferociously.
Even people like Long Aotian, who usually sleeps like a dead pig, were awakened, let alone others. It was the thunderous earthquake that woke them up from their nightmare.
A few people chatted casually at the door and found that everyone's nightmares last night were either clear or vague, but the same thing was that they all had the coffin. Their hearts skipped a beat. They were about to discuss it in detail when they heard the black-haired young man speak.
Zong Qi answered honestly: "Not only did I not have nightmares, I also didn't feel any noise at all."
He had an exclusive version of the Ligui air conditioner plus an insect repellent, and he spent a particularly peaceful night.
other people:""
The repairman stopped the topic, "Has everyone had breakfast? We spent the whole night repairing it yesterday, and it's time to start our teaching mission today."
"Wait a minute, there's another person who hasn't come out yet. He's come out."
When Master Wang walked out of the room, all the actors frowned.
Without him, compared to the others who looked faintly tired at most, Master Wang seemed to have lost his soul. His pupils were straight, his face was pale, and his steps were sluggish.
Long Aotian asked with concern: "What's wrong, Xiao Wang? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
The latter didn't answer, just walked past them as if floating, and walked straight forward.
The repairman frowned.
As a senior actor, he certainly knows how important it is to obtain the information in the copy in advance. Especially since the first act is usually not that difficult, gathering information becomes inevitable.
So last night, after Anna went to bed, he actually wanted to go out and see alone.
But when he opened the door, he found that the door of Master Wang and Long Aotian's room was wide open. Long Aotian was sleeping soundly inside, and Master Wang was missing.
The repairman felt strange and was about to take a look at the latrine, but he met a crow and a yellow feather on the way.
It was a bit strange for two grown men to go to the bathroom together, and it was so late at night. The most important thing was that the repairman was sure that the two of them were not familiar with each other before filming the movie. How could they suddenly become so warm to each other?
He secretly noted this doubt and waited to report it to the Ouroboros organization when he returned.
Zong Qizhu was at the end of the team and lowered his voice worriedly: "Xiao Hong, you didn't eat someone's soul last night, did you? Although this person is not a good person, his crime will not lead to death."
"Ho!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Qi felt that his whole body was surrounded by ice and cold, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head from the back of his neck, which was particularly sour and refreshing.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have doubted you."
The black-haired young man quickly raised his hands in surrender, and then the female ghost in red took away her cold ghostly aura, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.
He originally just asked, after all, there are still only 7 surviving actors, not one is missing.
The strange thing is that the actor's scream value has inexplicably increased to 300. The director's manual clearly states that assisting employees to intimidate actors will not get scream value. I don't know which actor had a frightening moment last night.
While Zong Qi was secretly communicating with Xiao Hong, the actor walking in front also noticed something was wrong.
Several villagers were blocked at the intersection, each holding farm tools in their hands. When they saw them coming, they blocked the way forward without comment.
Huang Mao took a step forward: "Brothers, what are you doing?"
"The classroom is over there, you're going the wrong way."
One of them said angrily, "Aren't you here to teach?"
"Fourth uncle."
Just as they were confronting each other, a clear and tender voice intervened.
Zong Qi raised his eyes and found that standing there was the little girl who ran to their house yesterday to deliver food.
"They are all gentlemen from outside the village. They don't know anything. They thought the classroom was this way."
Behind the little girl was a group of children who looked about the same age as her. They were all sallow and thin, with their ribs visible through the holes in their clothes, looking malnourished.
Although they were as skinny as skin and bones, each one of them held a worn-out textbook in his hand, looked over with bright eyes, and all called the teacher "hello".
"Fourth Uncle, just let me take the gentlemen to the classroom."
The farmer who was called Fourth Uncle exchanged a look with the person next to him, then nodded reluctantly and asked the goddess to take him away quickly.
A ten-year-old child actually has such a say in the village?
Several actors silently noted the word.
This was not the first time they heard the word goddess from the villagers, and now they suddenly realized that the girl wearing the golden phoenix on her head was the goddess of the village.
This word is easily associated with customs and traditions. Coincidentally, their character card also said that this village was a famous ancient tribe hundreds of years ago.
The goddess breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the approval, "Gentlemen, please follow me."
Regardless of the character design or the plot, this is not the time to conflict with the villagers.
Zong Qi, who was walking at the back, glanced at the cliff from a distance and his heart skipped a beat.
The hanging coffins with chains and talismans are gone!
Several farmers saw the look in his eyes and immediately stopped him, "What are you looking at? Come on!"
When he reached a place where he couldn't see the villagers, Huang Maocai pretended to mutter loudly: "Really, I don't know what secrets there are in the village. They didn't let us go there and they didn't tell us clearly earlier."
"I'm sorry." The goddess apologized quickly, "We didn't explain clearly and neglected the gentlemen, but there are indeed big things happening in the village recently."
event?
The actors had no sense of shame in trying to trick a ten-year-old girl, and they immediately started singing a big show, one pretending to be a red face and the other a bad face.
"That's it."
"It turns out something big happened. If I had known it, we would have arrived later."
"Indeed, I would be really sorry if I had the temerity to disturb your village."
"Don't say that!"
The goddess' face flushed with anxiety: "There are teachers who are willing to teach us how to read. It's too late to thank us, so how can we not welcome them?"
The children nodded timidly.
"Uncle Six once told us that only by reading and literate can we see the outside world. Unfortunately, the village is too poor. It is our greatest honor that your husband is willing to come. The village chief and grandpa will write to the town every year. This is That’s the only time I got a reply.”
Huang Mao and Crow exchanged glances without leaving any trace.
Crow said calmly: "I see. By the way, little sister, I would like to ask, did you make up the ornaments on your head yourself? We also have an inspection project when we come to support education this time, and we just need to collect this information."
This remark is just right. Not only is it reasonable, but it can also provide information. The strength of the veteran actors is evident.
Facing these adults with ulterior motives, the little goddess had no choice but to tell the truth: "These pair of golden phoenixes are the symbol of the goddesses passed down from a long time ago in our village."
The plot progress suddenly increased by 1%.
"What about other people's? Can they be sold to us?"
The repairman followed up and asked, "Don't get me wrong, sister, because my girlfriend likes these headdresses very much and wants to contribute to the village. If possible, we would like to buy some back."
Anna also nodded in agreement.
When they entered the village yesterday, they discovered that the women in the village had beautifully woven ornaments on their heads. However, not only from the appearance, but also from the villagers' daily dress, it is not difficult to get the message that the deserted village is not wealthy. If the deserted village is so poor, why are there these decorations?
Hearing them mention the jewelry, the expression on the goddess's face was panicked for a moment, "Sorry, those can't be sold."
She wrung her fingers and changed the subject, "Ah, the classroom is here."
The "classroom" as the villagers call it is a very simple mud house with uneven tiles on the roof. The hay is soaked by the rain, dripping wetly under the eaves and hanging like a rain curtain.
The goddess brought them to the door and touched each child's head, "You must study hard with the gentlemen."
"We will be obedient, Sister Goddess."
The children said in unison, walked in one by one, sat down in a row, and spread their textbooks on the table.
The classroom is cramped and cramped, with stones padding the corners of several tables. There are traces of termites infested everywhere on the chairs, and the blackboard is extremely small.
Even so, you can still see signs that the classroom has been neatly tidied up. The table and podium were wiped clean, and the chalk stains around the corners of the blackboard were wiped away. The worn books were neatly placed on the table, and next to it was a box of stones that the children had specially picked up and could be used as chalk.
"Uncle Six in the village was an educated youth. After returning to his hometown, he built a classroom to teach us how to read and write. This used to be our classroom."
Zong Qi asked smoothly: "What about others now?"
"It rained heavily in the village two days ago, causing a mudslide. Uncle Liu happened to sprain his ankle and was swept off the cliff."
The goddess sighed: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Gentlemen, let's go to class first. The children can't wait."
Being stared at by these thin children with longing eyes, Anna unconsciously softened her eyes and stepped forward to pick up the Chinese textbook from the box of books.
"Let's read it with the teacher first."
She subconsciously touched her belly and whispered.
Zong Qi saw that at this moment, Anna's role interpretation suddenly skyrocketed, and she became the one who was far ahead.
Soon, the actors assigned their respective classes. Huang Mao squatted on the window sill at the door to take close-ups of the students in the classroom. Crow, hands behind his back, checked the specific learning progress of the children with the repairman, and Long Aotian took a Holding a cane, he sat behind him with a smile.
Zong Qi looked around and called out to the goddess who was about to leave: "Why don't you come to class together?"
He had long discovered that all the students attending class were boys. When he was stopped by the villagers, several girls with dustpans in their hands looked at them from a distance, their expressions full of envy.
"I still have to go back and pray."
The goddess lowered her head and grabbed the hem of her skirt.
"Don't girls in the village have to go to school?" Zong Qi slowed down his voice.
"They have to learn weaving and embroidery, feed the livestock raised in the village, prepare meals at home, and pray with me. They are usually very busy and don't have so much time to study."
The girl seemed a little embarrassed: "And they will get married soon and leave the village."
No one will pay for the water thrown away by married daughters.
This is even more naked and cruel in this remote deserted village.
"It doesn't matter."
Zong Qi said with a smile: "Isn't there an extra classroom? If you finish what you have to do every day and still have time, you can come here to take classes with me."
"Really?" The goddess almost jumped up from the ground. She stood up with a blush on her face after reacting. "Is this really okay, sir?"
"It's time to call the teacher now."
The black-haired young man bent down and touched her hair.
After sending away the little girl who was filled with joy, Zong Qi smiled in his heart.
Although he also has the idea of getting close to the goddess to progress through the plot, but more importantly, he really wants to take on the responsibility of a teacher and do something for these girls who were born in the mountains.
He turned his head and glanced at Master Wang, who was still absent-minded under the eaves and extremely abnormal along the way, and felt strange.
Xiaohong couldn't appear in the camera, so it just released some ghost energy, and used the ghost to hit the wall to scare the other person in the dream. It was nothing more than a nightmare. But looking at Master Wang's current appearance, it doesn't look like he's just overly frightened, but he really seems to have lost his soul.
Time passed quietly and orderly.
According to the character cards, they were indeed sent to the countryside to support education. In addition, it was daytime and the villagers were obviously very wary. There was no place where they could use their fists, so they had no choice but to give up.
At noon, another unknown girl came over to deliver food to them.
Just as they were squatting at the door of the thatched cottage eating, the sky suddenly darkened a lot, and it could even be said to be more like evening than noon.
The repairman lit the lighter, "Isn't it going to rain?"
Like Zong Qi, he also noticed the hanging coffin that suddenly disappeared on the cliff.
Those hanging coffins gave him a very bad premonition, but now that they suddenly disappeared, this bad premonition only doubled.
Sure enough, just when everyone was collecting the basket, there was a burst of thunder from the sky.
It's going to rain again.
Anna turned back and said, "You didn't bring an umbrella, right? Why don't you go home early? It's not good to get wet."
"It doesn't matter, teacher. If it rains, we can stay until the rain stops."
The sky is dark, the village is dark, and the earth is even darker.
While they were talking, there was a sudden noise outside the village.
"Three, two, one, get up!"
In the distance, the sound of footsteps and the sound of shouting came.
The long object that was finally transferred from the cliff was suddenly lifted up by everyone's combined efforts and carried towards the village.
When they got closer, they realized that they were carrying gray-black coffins.
These coffins are the same ones hanging on the cliff. The talisman paper attached to it, the bright red cinnabar, and the iron chain wrapped around it were thicker than a child's arm. Everything was exactly the same as in last night's nightmare.
Why did the villagers drag the hanging coffin from the cliff and place it in the village?
Several actors looked solemn.
"Hurry up your luck! It's going to rain heavily! Let's do it in one go!"
It's a coincidence that not long after the thunder, the heavy rain fell suddenly. In just a few breaths, it started pouring heavily, then became as continuous as a thread, and finally poured like a heavy rain. This also made it difficult for the coffin-carrying team to move forward.
Because the coffin was too heavy, the villagers moved very slowly. Everyone was forced to bend down, and sweat flowed from their hair to their chins, sinking deeply into the burnt yellow earth.
While the rain was not that heavy, Zong Qi quickly secretly took a picture and sent it to Qi Ningzhou. Nonsense, with such a good opportunity for close-up shooting, anyone who doesn’t take a photo would be stupid.
"Click——"
Huang Mao also snapped several photos of this scene.
"That one over there, what are you doing?"
The villagers who were directing the coffin-carrying saw this scene from a distance, walked over swaggeringly, and slapped the camera in Huang Mao's hand into the ground.
The expensive lens was hit by this shot and fell into pieces.
"Don't think we don't know this thing can leave an image"
He raised his voice and cursed, his voice mixed with the sound of rain.
At this moment, a scream broke through the heavy rain curtain.
"ah--"
The continuous heavy rain beat on the coffin lid and penetrated into the dry wood.
It happened that there had been a heavy rain last night, and the mud on the ground was mixed with rainwater, and mud could be stepped on with every step.
The villagers carrying the coffin only felt that the mountain on their backs was getting heavier and heavier.
Until one corner tilted suddenly, the others suddenly lost their balance and could not control their power.
The coffin fell with a sound, hitting the ground like a silent sharp knife.
Snow-white brains mixed with red blood seeped out from the cracks under the coffin. There were also some pieces of meat, which disappeared in an instant after being washed away by the rain.
"Ah ah ah ah ah, what are you still doing? Come here and help!"
The two people on the other side subconsciously let go first, only to be crushed into their legs and fell into the mud.
They looked back and saw that one of the two people behind them was smashed into a pulp, and the other's head was stuck on a sharp point, his eyeballs were squeezed out, and he was spinning on the ground.
Several villagers went to help, but they didn't realize that the chain in front of the coffin lid slipped quietly due to the heavy blow, and the densely packed white squirming eggs were washed out by the rain and buried in a small puddle.
In the distance, Master Wang's face was pale, and his black and white eyeballs rolled back to life.
He suddenly covered his mouth with his hand and vomited a squirming worm from between his fingers.
After seeing the worm, Master Wang's out-of-focus pupils finally came back to his senses and screamed briefly, "Ahhhhhh, my hand, my hand!"
"Hands?" the repairman wondered, "You don't have anything on your hands?"
Master Wang, who was half frightened to death, came to his senses and quickly took a closer look.
His hands were clean and there was nothing.
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