As soon as they finished speaking, they saw Du Lai and Fu Miaoxue walking from the garden.

Shen Mo asked: "Where have you been?"

"I went to the kitchen to find something to eat." Du Lai raised a plate of cold and hard steamed buns in his hand, and then saw the hot flower rolls on Shen Mo's hand, and couldn't help but be stunned, "Where did it come from?"

Shen Mo was silent for two seconds and replied: "I took it from the kitchen.

Du Lai: "…"

Can you have some basic respect in life?

Even if you lie, you will be more sincere?

Fu Miaoxue was not interested in food and asked them directly: "Did you hear those crying sounds? I think it's probably a clue. Should I go and have a look together~"

Shen Mo put the flower roll in Du Lai's hand, "Well, let's go and have a look."

Du Lai pinched it slightly, soft and slightly hot. It was obvious that it had just been out of the pot and it was very fresh.

He couldn't help but look at Bai Youwei.

Being willing to exchange the doll for him means that he is holding a better prop than the doll.

But isn’t the game the most important thing to balance? Why are Bai Youwei’s props so...

Bai Youwei looked calm and composed.

Du Lai no longer thinks about this.

...

The four of them went out together.

When they passed by the main hall in front, they met the old scholar again.

The old scholar is working as a paper man in the house.

The paper-breaking man who was chopped by Shen Mo was still lying in the garden in front of the wing room, with a few pieces of bamboo and some shredded paper left. What the old scholar was doing now was the new paper-maker.

——The thin bamboo strips weave a round head, add a cylindrical body, and then paste layers of white paper to form a prototype.

Before I could draw my nose and eyes, I was just a blank outline, and the air was filled with the smell of paste.

Another paper-made man sat in a high-back chair intact. What was missing was the "mother" of the old scholar.

Bai Youwei wanted to ask about paper people, but when they got closer, they heard the old scholar muttering:

"A gentleman said, you can't learn it before... you can't learn it before..."

Everyone was speechless.

I don’t have to memorize the text before answering, right?

"Go to the village first." Shen Mo said lightly, "The girl who is in charge of the skeleton walks around the village all night, there should be clues in the village."

Bai Youwei whispered, "Don't let us memorize the text every NPC..."

...

Facts have proved that although it is not so exaggerated to memorize the text, it is indeed as Fu Miaoxue guessed that every clue will face a test.

They found that howling sounds came from a family. The people in the house were wearing mourning clothes and mourning, and the cries continued. There were white lanterns outside the house and flowers of ghost coins were sprinkled.

The villagers went to this family to pay their respects.

Shen Mo and his group also went to pay their respects.

But when I arrived at the gate, I couldn't get in, as if there was an invisible wall blocking them.

The host asked them: "Why do you pay your condolences?"

Who is it?

I don't know.

They just came here last night and didn't know anyone! It's even more impossible to know who died!

If you can't answer the question, you can't enter the door. You can only ask the guests entering and leaving nearby.

But no matter who you ask, you won't get the answer.

All those who mourn are crying and can't say a word except crying.

Bai Youwei saw a group of playful children at the base of the wall. The adults were crying, but the children didn't understand, and they all laughed.

One of them was holding a Luban lock in his hand.
Chapter completed!