After a moment of silence, the young man glanced at Wang Ye with a complicated expression: "Do you want to know the answer?"
As he spoke, the young man took a step back, jumped down under Wang Ye's gaze, and fell to the bottom of the mountain.
Although the back mountain is not high, it is still 20 meters high. At this height, it is difficult for an ordinary person to avoid death except for luck.
unless...
He is no ordinary person.
Wang Ye seemed to have thought of something and took two steps forward, looking down at the bottom of the mountain.
The young man fell vertically to the ground, making a muffled sound, and a hole was made in the ground. But he climbed out of the hole tremblingly, raised his head and glanced at Wang Ye on the top of the mountain, limping ran away.
"Just being run away by you doesn't make me look retarded..."
Wang Ye looked at the young man's fleeing back and murmured to himself. Then he rushed down from the top of the mountain, energy gathered at the soles of his feet, took two steps in the air, and rushed towards the young man like a javelin!
The young man obviously didn't expect Wang Ye to do this kind of operation. Maybe in his perception, this world... is still relatively scientific?
Almost instantly, Wang Ye stood in front of the young man and stopped him. With a gentle smile on his face, he pulled out the ghost knife and put it on his neck: "Speak, or die."
The young man swallowed hard.
"City God!"
His accent was a little strange, with a hint of dialect. It wasn't until he repeated it for the third time that Wang Ye could completely recognize it.
City God?
Is he also a kind of god?
Wang Ye has supplemented many ancient books in recent times, but the hundreds of years of vacancy are too serious.
So serious that the ancient inheritance will soon be lost.
Perhaps, the City God is the god lost in the long river of history?
But what does this have to do with the post office?
"What is the City God?"
Wang Ye looked at the young man and asked coldly.
The young man's expression was a little irritable, and he kept saying something, as if he was afraid that Wang Ye wouldn't understand, and he kept making gestures in the air with his hands.
Wang Ye listened patiently for half an hour, and finally understood only a few words.
"Can catch ghosts..."
...
After careful observation, Wang Ye found that the young man did not lie to him and deliberately did not speak Mandarin. Wang Ye put down the knife on his neck.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief, ran away quickly, and turned into the woods.
Vaguely, Wang Ye always felt that this city god seemed to be involved in something, and when he read these two words, the iron in his chest felt a little warm.
Wang Ye picked up the boning knife and carefully sketched the word "City God" next to "Chong".
At this time, the blood moon in the sky seemed to be even more red.
Return to town.
The strings of heads hanging on the wall seemed to all open their eyes at this moment.
And the pupils of those eyeballs kept separately are also constantly rotating.
The moment Wang Ye entered the town, all eyes were fixed on him.
The organs that seemed dead during the day all came to life under the light of the blood moon.
Wang Ye seemed to have ignored this and walked on the street minding his own business. He returned to the original house and found a chair to sit on, quietly waiting for dawn.
He already had a rough idea of this small town.
The only thing I still don't understand is the ghost-calling words spoken by the children outside the town.
Maybe we can try it when it gets daylight.
The night gradually passed, and the middle-aged men in the town got up early, carrying baskets and sickles on their backs to farm outside the town.
The wife stood at the door and took the children to see him off.
The picture is warm and harmonious.
After their husbands completely disappeared from the town, these middle-aged women began their daily routine of washing clothes and preparing dinner.
Of course, the ingredients are still human organs.
Wang Ye saw with his own eyes that the mother of that family just dragged the child into the room last night, picked up a hatchet, and cut off the child's legs.
Under the puzzled eyes of the child, he explained gently: "These are the ingredients for dinner."
The child soon became happy.
The mother rinsed the legs and threw them into the pot. She watched the legs floating up and down in the water with some trance.
A tear fell from the corner of her eye.
But soon she regained her numbness, took out a pair of somewhat dried legs at the door, and placed them on the child's body.
The child ran out excitedly, found the neighbor's children to play with, and showed off his dinner to the envious eyes of the children.
Wang Ye casually picked off a head hanging on the wall, carried it in his hand and walked to a child.
With a little force, he removed his head, then put the other head on, and waited silently.
The eyes were still closed at first.
But a gap soon opened.
The other children around became very frightened, shouting "spirits are coming" and fled quickly.
But this time there was no kind aunt passing by, allowing Wang Ye to appreciate the whole process.
The child's body dried at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood in his body gradually disappeared, but his skin became hard.
Wang Ye tried to poke it with an ordinary dagger, but it didn't break with the strength of an ordinary person.
It wasn't until Wang Ye gathered some energy that he stabbed the dagger in.
But soon, the muscles in the child's body squirmed and squeezed out the dagger, and the wound began to gradually recover.
During this period of time, the head finally opened its eyes completely. His eyes were full of madness and bloodthirsty. He looked around, and after finding a child hiding in the distance and peeking at him, he growled. With a cry, he rushed towards the child.
The child fell to the ground helplessly, his eyes full of fear, and watched helplessly as he was being torn off piece after piece of flesh.
Stimulated by the blood, it became even crazier, and the movements of its mouth became a bit louder.
"After changing the head, will the consciousness change?"
"Without consciousness, he became a ghost that can only attack?"
Muttering to himself, Wang Ye picked it up, as if assembling a toy, twisted the ferocious head off, and put the child's head back on.
The child looked around confusedly and found another child next to him who was half torn and full of wounds. He laughed excitedly, then grabbed the child's leg and dragged it towards his home, mouthing Still thinking about it.
"It's more food, it's more food."
So, what these children fear is not the blood or the mutilated body, but the strange human head?
Moreover, other people have also replaced their arms, legs and other residual parts, but no accidents occurred.
Is it only the head that has consciousness?
