Chapter 360 Strange Village
In recent days, there has been no rain near Huailin Village. The road leading to the cemetery in the back mountain is full of footprints, and there are also a lot of paper money that has been stepped into the mud and has not yet been burned. .
After knowing the location of the cemetery, it was very simple for Wu Yan to find the new grave.
But as he followed the traces all the way up the mountain, for some reason, his stomach kept growling.
It screamed very loudly, as if there was a cicada hidden inside.
This cicada was so noisy that even Wu Yan, who had always been accustomed to its existence, felt a little upset.
Fortunately, there is still a task at the moment. Concentrate on the task and forget about other things for the time being.
He followed the traces up the mountain, and soon found a grave.
It can be seen that the soil around this tomb is newly turned and stone bricks are built around it. Compared to this small village, it is a relatively luxurious tomb.
The same goes for the stone tablet in front of the tomb, which is actually full of carvings.
Wu Yan read it carefully.
“Let’s examine the tomb of Meigong Congsheng first.”
“Gongtab Congsheng, named Wangdong, lived in Mei’s Huaizhuang for a long time. He was mellow in nature, behaved in an upright manner, and was respected in the countryside. He worked hard and studied hard, and his family was prosperous. He was filial to his relatives and loyal to his friends. He was never deceived or deceived by others. He died on September 19, the 19th year of Dayan Qianhao. The son stood up, mourning the death of his father, and thinking of his father's virtues, so he set up this monument to immortalize himself. May my father’s spirit in heaven rest in peace; may my father’s virtues be passed down forever. When future generations look up to this monument, they should remember their ancestors’ demeanor and inherit their legacy.”
“Erect the monument. Author: Zimei Lishen"
This inscription does not sound like an ordinary villager, but rather like the elder of a large family...
Of course, an ordinary villager is not worthy of his enemies looking for Xiao Yu. Ge, let alone his death, would make his enemies worried.
These are not things Wu Yan needs to consider.
He had already seen it when he came here. In this cemetery, only this one was a new grave, and it must be the mission target.
But it is still broad daylight, and this grave is not a simple earthen bag. There will definitely be a lot of movement when digging the grave and opening the coffin, and we have to wait until the dead of night.
So Wu Yan found a secret place and hid it, picked up the wooden staff with the thin sword, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually calmed down.
Not long after, he was startled by the sound of footsteps.
"Hua Laozi, did you really see it? That man really came up the mountain?"
"Old lady, although I am old, there is nothing wrong with my eyesight! He just went up the mountain, there is no problem at all. Come down!”
“That man is really sneaky. He is still standing in front of my house and doesn’t know what he wants to do...”
Wu Yan frowned slightly.
He could hear that there were seventy or eighty people in the approaching footsteps, including men, women, old and young. Among the people who just spoke, there were also today's enthusiastic old woman and the stupid woman's husband.
These people...
He had a bad feeling in his heart, but he did not panic. He just climbed up a leafy tree lightly and observed through the gaps between the branches and leaves. .
Soon, all those people went up the mountain along the mountain road, and crowded in front of the new tomb. Some people who couldn't squeeze in front could only crowd around the back and stretch their necks.
"Where is the person?"
Someone asked irritably: "Why is the person missing?"
"I guess he is really a traveler, right?" An old farmer frowned and asked: "I've seen him most of the time. These are all grave goods, let's go."
"How is that possible?"
The old lady who was warm and kind now had a sharp face and said sarcastically: "I persuaded you. How many times has he been heading towards this mountain? Have you ever seen a tourist so interested in the cemetery?”
"It seems that the village chief is right."
The silly woman's husband sneered: "After he dies, someone will really have ideas about his body."
"Tell Mei Lichen "
Someone asked: "Someone is going to dig his father's grave. Why don't you tell him?"
"What are you talking about?" Someone else retorted: "We are going to dig up his father's grave. Although this generation is much better off, don’t you know how terrible the Mei family is? If we don’t find the stranger first and tell him, do we want to die?”
The villagers started talking in a flurry, and Wu Yan frowned as he listened, probably having some concerns in his heart.
The man who died a few days ago was their village chief - he didn't know why it was not written on the tombstone. The village chief's name is Mei Congsheng, and he has a son named Mei Lishen. They seem to have a very high status in the village, and this status...mostly comes from "fear."
These villagers respected and feared the Mei family and his son, but Wu Yan didn't know why.
And...these villagers are very good at disguise.
Just like that old woman, even a killer like Wu Yan didn't realize that she had two faces.
The most important thing is that the village chief Mei Congsheng... actually guessed in advance that someone would attack his body?
Wu Yan vaguely felt that something was wrong. This task was far more complicated than he imagined.
He is a killer, not a detective. It is not his job to peel off the cocoon and discover the truth.
The current situation...
He lowered his head and glanced at the villagers.
At this time, the villagers had dispersed and seemed to be looking for him, the "traveler", and the new grave was still lying there quietly.
What next? Contact the office?
“Someone died in the village three days ago, but some people are worried. Go and open the coffin. No matter whether the person in the coffin is dead, alive, or something else, kill him again.”
"Remember, he is missing three fingers on his right hand and has a big burn scar on his neck."
"If there is no one in the coffin, send a message and report it to the village."
These were the exact words of His Majesty when he assigned the task, and Wu Yan remembered them word for word.
"The coffin must be opened first." Soon, he came to the conclusion.
Xiyu Pavilion will not sacrifice the killer's life for no reason. Even if the killer fails the mission, even if there is punishment, he will not directly take his life.
But similarly, Xiaoyu Pavilion does not value the killer's life.
Your Majesty's instructions are absolutely correct. If you die while performing a mission, it's just that the killer's ability is insufficient.
This concept is also deeply engraved in the hearts of every killer. Therefore, Wu Yan does not cherish his own life.
When necessary, he can die for Xiaoyu Pavilion at any time, but before dying, he must first perform the task.
Therefore, no matter how weird and complicated this village is, it doesn't matter to him.
As long as these people don't interfere with him opening the coffin, that's fine.
If it affects them, kill them all.
Time passed by, and it was naturally impossible for the ordinary villagers who had not yet opened their acupuncture points to find Wu Yan who had deliberately hidden himself. They searched around for a few times and then left obviously bored.
Wu Yan followed them away with his eyes and saw them one after another either going back to their houses or going to the fields.
It seems that the people in the village are not well-trained members of a mysterious organization, but a group of villagers with secrets and good disguises.
That’s okay. If you really want to kill, it won’t be too strenuous.
Wu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
He doesn't mind killing people, but it's obvious that there is something weird in this village, and if he gets into trouble, the mission may fail.
If you fail the mission, you will not be assigned a mission for a long time. If you don’t have a mission to complete, you won’t have to leave the Drizzle Pavilion, and you won’t be able to eat.
Finally, it was dark.
But Wu Yan was not in a hurry.
He had been hiding in the tree and waiting quietly.
Every house in the village lit up their lights. Soon after, another group of people came up the mountain holding torches and started another round of searches.
But this round of searches didn’t even last as long as during the day. It didn’t take long for the villagers to yell “must have left” and “make a big fuss” before going back down the mountain and back to the village. Go,
After waiting for a while and watching the candles extinguished in every house in the village, Wu Yan finally moved.
(End of this chapter)