On a rainy night, there are lights deep in the mountains.
When I pushed the door open, I realized that it was not an inn, but a place for people to wait in line.
The wooden sign was handed over from the proprietress's hand, and Xue Qin's number was slightly sticky.
"One" is the beginning, and "Qi" is the end - there are six full funerals in between.
Su Wan opened her palms, and the word "" lay quietly.
My brother's photo had "Qi" written on it, and my best friend's fingertips showed a "" across it.
When it was Gu Yan's turn, he turned over the wooden sign very slowly, and the word "three" glowed under the oil lamp.
The red clothes on the edge of the well moved at this moment.
"It's been three years, Captain Gu." Her voice was very soft, "How long do you have to wait for your seventh game?"
It turns out that this is called "Youke Burial".
There are only three rules, not many:
The order cannot be messed up.
Don't listen to Hongyi's words.
The person you trust the most can hand you the knife the fastest.
At midnight, the first funeral started on time.
After "two" disappeared early the next morning, the landlady dipped in ink and lightly scratched it on the book. The whole floor stopped breathing.
There are still two nights before "Wu".
The thing hidden in the cuffs scratched her skin, and Su Wan looked at her brother - he was supposed to be the last one.
The rain on the eaves formed a line.
As Gu Yan approached, he felt the coolness of well water:
"Don't look at him. The guy who came out of Game 7 alive three years ago...
He's the one who really didn't escape. "
It's still raining.
Where is your order?
Novel, surprising and full of meaning