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Investigating the Villagers' Belongings

Investigating the Villagers' Belongings is a book with 11 pages.

Investigating the Villagers' Belongings

Pages: 11

In-game description

A few crumpled pages scattered through the countryside, preserving the days they endured through gritted teeth, and proof that they, too, once fought hard to make a life in this world.

Pages

Blood Letter of DespairThe Maskwalkers... no... Those back in the village... are even more terrifying! May the merciful Lady protect me!
Abandoned Land DeedSeller: Wu Guangyao, a farmer of the Creek Valley. Those Maskwalkers ravaged my home and family, leaving only three survivors out of nine. Our ancestral home has been torn apart and desecrated. Our fields are barren, and there's no one left to till the soil. I have no choice but to sell the precious land passed down from my forefathers.
Farmer's Loan ReceiptBorrower Wu Tieshan, a farmer of the Creek Valley, hereby borrows thirty taels of silver from Master Wang. The full amount will be used to forge weapons for the fight against the Maskwalkers. Once the Maskwalkers have been driven off, the loan will be repaid without delay, at monthly interest of two fen, with the autumn harvest as the final deadline. Borrower: Wu Tieshan (fingerprint) Witness: Village Head Wu Shouye (mark)
Village Advisory NoticeTo all the good people of the Creek Valley: Please remain calm. Focus on creating barricades with whatever you have and keep watch at night. Once the Mandate's elite fighters arrive, they will surely drive out the Maskwalkers and restore peace to our village! Village Head, Wu Shouye
Missing ChildUrgent: missing child. Reward of five bushels of grain! Wu Xiaoman, male, six years old, round-faced. He went missing at dusk on the 25th of the fourth month, while the village was evacuating to the northern farmsteads. He loves to smile and will answer when called by name. Anyone with information, please contact his parents, Wu Qing and A-Lan, at the northern farmsteads as soon as possible.
Mingyuan's Letter to His UncleDearest Uncle, A strange sleeping sickness has recently broken out in Pangzhen. My father and mother seem to have been affected as well, growing more tired by the day. I am deeply worried for them. I remember that your estate south of town is quiet and secluded, so I have taken the liberty of writing to ask whether we might stay there for a time and avoid the outbreak. I apologize in advance for the trouble. Your nephew, Mingyuan, respectfully
Orders to Protect the Young LadyLin Feng, my trusted retainer, This marriage alliance with the Xu family concerns both the honor of the Fan Clan and my daughter's future. I hereby order you to lead ten elite men and discreetly escort the bridal procession. You must ensure that it reaches its destination on schedule. Issued by the Head of the Fan Clan
Well Closure NoticeTo all villagers: Anyone who disturbs the evil within the well will not only bring calamity upon the village, but also betray the divine grace of the Lady of the Veil. Such an offense is unforgivable! Last nigh, woodcutter Lu A-Si defied the prohibition and touched the well. By this morning, his consciousness had already become bound to a puppet, where he has wept without end. Let this serve as a warning to all!
[Diary of a Villager Who Stayed] Mid-AutumnNo one's in the mood to admire the moon anymore. We're all just waiting for the missing to come home. Old Man Jiu did, but he's not himself anymore. It's like he lost his soul, giving no response to others. Little Gui got sick today too. He fell asleep in the fields. No matter how much we called to him, he wouldn't wake up. The well water... it really does seem to taste different.
[Diary of a Villager Who Stayed] Frost DescentThat Wooden Puppet is knocking again. It keeps using Mother's voice and asking, "My child, are you feeling better?" I want to go outside and get some water, but every time I open the door, it jumps at me. Like a puppet being yanked forward by strings. Maybe Old Smoker was right... Maybe there really are people's souls inside those wooden things...
Funeral RegisterThe deceased, Lu Sanjin, was a respected elder of the village. On the third night of the wake, a procession of Wooden Puppet children suddenly appeared, crowding around one another as they came to pay their respects. After burning incense and bowing in reverence, they drifted away as mysteriously as they had come, seeming to have form yet no true substance. Only a register was left behind, bearing the names of children who, in recent years, had fallen gravely ill and into deep sleep. The crowd marveled, believing these to be descendants of the Lu Clan, grateful for the kindness of their forebear and come to bid him farewell. Names recorded in the register: Zhiyuan, son of Mingxuan Huixin, daughter of Mingde Nian'en, son of Fusheng ...