Chapter 563： Clay sculpture

Chapter 563 Clay Sculpture

Gu Muran shook his head: "Not really."

This is one of the questions that puzzled her.

This village has been secluded from the world for so long, it is impossible that there are no old people in the village who have passed away.

If anyone died, where were they buried?

What is unusual about this village is not just the Dreamweaver.

Dream-weaving beasts are indeed rare. Even thousands of years ago, dream-weaving beasts existed in ancient books on strange animals.

But now there are not only dream weavers, but even dream weavers.

Their cooperation is more than just dreaming.

It is even possible to tamper with the dream, and to transfer the dream in a similar way.

Lu Chaolan said: "Anyway, it's still early, we might as well go for a stroll around the village."

Gu Muran nodded: "That's the only way to go."

It took them half a day to find out the situation of the village head, but they couldn't find a place to put the grave of the deceased.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, why are you here?"

At this time, Yan Heng suddenly appeared beside them.

I saw him holding two small clay sculptures in his hands.

Gu Muran was a little shocked when he saw this sculpture for the first time.

Clay sculptures are two people.

It was Yan Heng and Qiu Yuzhen.

But not them now.

But they are millennia old.

One is wearing armor and the other is wearing cloth.

Every frown and smile has the charm of the past.

"This...you made it yourself?"

Yan Heng waved his hand: "How is that possible?"

He said: "Just now I saw an old man selling these gadgets, and I didn't find you. When I was hating and didn't know what to get, the old man called me and said he would get me one of these gadgets." Clay sculpture."

At that time, Yan Heng also had the mentality of wanting to play. He, a gentleman, didn't need such gadgets, but he could give them to Qiu Yuzhen.

He was fortunate enough to visit her house at that time, and saw that there was a special display cabinet in the house to store those little dolls.

He thought, she should also like these things.

"I didn't expect that, the old man looked quite similar after finishing it." Yan Heng scratched his head: "If I hadn't described it to him at the time, I would have thought that the old man had seen us before."

He does not mean that.

Gu Muran nodded: "It may not be possible."

"En... ah?" Yan Heng reacted, "Gu Dashen, I understand what you said, but why are they connected together, so I can't understand them?"

Gu Muran said word by word again: "This old man who made the clay sculpture for you may have really seen your previous life."

Yan Heng was shocked by this sentence at the time.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Muran said mysteriously: "Maybe... not just this old man, maybe everyone who lives in this village may have seen your past lives, but..."

Yan Heng didn't understand, but he couldn't wait to ask: "Just what?"

"...It's just that they forgot when they woke up." Lu Chaolan added for Gu Muran.

Gu Muran nodded: "That's it."

Yan Heng really doesn't understand now.

He asked himself that in the police academy, he was quite appreciated by the teacher, solving crimes and so on, finding clues is no problem at all.

But ever since he met Gu Dashen, he felt that his brain was not enough.

And—sometimes, I can't even understand what they're saying.

Gu Muran saw the thirst for knowledge in his eyes.

Before she said anything about the Dreamweaver and the Dreamweaver, she asked, "Did you feel anything unusual before going to bed last night?"

(end of this chapter)