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"Oh, oh, this should be a small book in the novice guide, right?"

Bai Fan opened the book——

Short note ([-]): Today I came to Wanhua Village. As the rumors say, many people here are artisans who make Wanhua mirrors, and there are also many art collectors who come here. During the war, the Wanhua mirror industry in this village seems to have suffered some suppression, but it is still one of the hottest industries at present.

I heard that the village head here is the most exquisite person who makes the Wanhua mirror in this village. Next, I plan to visit him, but this village seems to have a custom of 'no wandering outside the village at dusk' - I'd better hurry up Come into the village.

The following pages cannot be opened, as if blocked by some powerful force.

No matter how hard Bai Fan smashed the booklet on the ground, or tried to bite off the pages at the back, it was useless.

It was as if this little book was sealed with the world's most powerful superglue.

"Sure enough."

Bai Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Then strive for three or four chapters to complete this small world! It just so happens that this kind of world experienced in reality also gives me good inspiration for my book, and I feel that I can explode."

He laughed twice, but didn't care.

He has seen far more storms and waves than this one, just a deciphered world view.

"Raise your hand and break it."

Bai Fan raised his footsteps and walked towards the village that appeared at the end of his vision after the fog dissipated.

Wanhua Village.

At this time, the time has gradually shifted towards dusk.

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It is a village tradition not to wander outside at dusk.

If a guest appears at dusk, then he must be a hermit and must be rejected.

If the other party insists on entering Wanhua Village, they must be divided by hanging.

But Bai Fan came to Wanhua Village just in time.

The villagers did not reject him, and warmly welcomed Bai Fan into the village.

Same as the custom here, Bai Fan walked all the way, and also found many props such as floral paper needed to make mirrors and Wanhua mirrors.

At this moment, a low-pitched chant followed.

"Teach the bad boys who play outside the village at dusk a lesson—"

Children in Japanese-style blouses bounced past Bai Fan.

"Wanhua, Wanhua, farewell song."

"The man-eating Hydrangea and Lord Twilight."

"Attracted by a fox."

"Beautiful brides are hidden."

His eyes blinked.

"Have you hidden it?"

His eyes blinked again.

"It's not hidden yet."

They hold hands.

"Have you hidden it?"

All together, singing with a crisp childish voice.

"It's not hidden yet."

Under the twilight of the approaching dusk.

This scene seemed extremely strange and cold.

(Writing this story is more or less to restore some settings of Wanhua Mirror... How should I put it, let me tell you about its origin—maybe "Beautiful Girl Wanhua Mirror 5" will hit me in the face when it comes out .)

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty One

"This song is...?"

Bai Fan looked at the children over there curiously.

"Master Wanhua's song, sir, this is a traditional ballad in our area, and some children also like this song very much-according to the legend in our place, as long as you keep singing, you will always keep your childlike innocence .”

A respected old man beside him explained for Bai Fan with a smile.

"is it?"

Always stay childlike?

Bai Fan couldn't deny it.

If that kind of song has any effect, will the villagers still look like social people oppressed by society?

He noticed that the booklet on his waist fluctuated slightly——

Take it out and open it.

Short note ([-]): The villagers in Wanhua Village are very hospitable. When I came here, they gave me a very warm reception.

But I know very well that the hidden hearts of these villagers are hidden under the surface, which is typical of this small settlement-like village.

But I still got some interesting information. The custom song "Song of Master Wanhua" seems to hide some puzzles about this village with strange customs.

Bai Fan raised his hand to turn to the next page.

But there is no doubt that the following pages are completely blocked, and it is impossible to read them any more.

"call..."

Bai Fan's face remained unchanged, and he turned around with a smile on his face.

"Excuse me, may I ask the full lyrics of this song? You know, I'm a traveler, and I'm actually quite curious about these customs."

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It turned out that the children's songs were only the first half.

The general meaning is that bad children who play outside will be hidden by the gods.

And there is still a second half to this nursery rhyme.

The general content is as follows:

Lord Wanhua came over in a short while——

Which bad boy to choose?

Who is on the front of the back?

Ka-ka-the chirping crow seemed to be talking.

Wouldn't it be nice to go home early

Even if I'm scared now

It's useless.

Terrible, terrible, night has fallen.

Lord Wanhua has arrived.

"This feeling of knowing..."

Bai Fan flipped through the booklet in his hand.

He is now lying on the bed, his brows slightly raised.

"According to this inexplicable routine, according to the reminder in the nursery rhyme, should one be selected from the children in the village as a sacrifice to Lord Wanhua, in order to pray for the stable development of this village in the future?"

According to the general supernatural deciphering link, this should be the case.

Standing up, Bai Fan walked outside.

He is staying in a small hotel.

It's just that the hard conditions of this era are really bad, how can modern Simmons sleep well.

He couldn't sleep, so he opened the door and walked to the atrium.

Moonlight flooded the atrium like water.

It was originally a small hotel, and as a foothold for travelers, the store owner naturally had no interest in opening a pool.

There is nothing but a bare cherry blossom tree in the entire atrium.

"call."

Bai Fan sat comfortably by the corridor.

At this time, pairing it with a cup of coffee or tea is really a great enjoyment in life.

"It's a pity that there is nothing, except for a kid."

Bai Fan stared, turned his head and looked to the other side of the corridor.

At some point, a black shadow stood at the other end of the corridor.

Obviously the moonlight here is like water, and almost any dark place can be illuminated, but the place where the black shadow is seems to absorb all the light.

pitch black.

In this silent night, there seemed to be a penetrating chill sweeping over Bai Fan's neck.

But his expression didn't change, and he even wanted to take out the booklet to see if there were any new records on it.