Chapter 105: Wrongful Soul

"Don't move! Stop!" Seeing the man getting closer and closer, Wenwen raised her gun and warned the mysterious man, "Put the torch on the ground and raise your hands! Quick!" The person opposite heard Wenwen's words and raised his hands. He raised it, but did not put down the torch in his hand.

"Put down the torch!" Wenwen warned again, but the man remained unmoved. Just like this, the two faced each other. Just when Wenwen was about to lose patience, the mysterious man finally spoke, "I have no hostility! It took a long time after the torch was put down. It will go out, and we will all die by then! This monster is afraid of fire!"

"Who are you and how do you know this monster is afraid of fire?"

"Everyone calls me Clover. I am a villager in this village and the only survivor in this village. I know some things about this village!"

"Some things in the village?" Wenwen looked at the man who claimed to be named Clover and thought, "Is there anyone with such a weird name in this village? This person must be unusual. You have to be careful. If It would be great if it is really as he said, but if not, I will definitely kill him!"

"There has been a mysterious legend in this village for a long time. It is said that one family was killed by a group of bandits on a foggy morning. All the people in his family died unjustly and then became unjust ghosts. According to the legend When the fog comes, this family will come to the village to demand the lives of others, and the only way to drive them away is fire!"

"What are you talking about..." Wenwen muttered in a low voice, "Leaving aside the authenticity of the story you told, even an innocent soul will not take other people's lives at will!"

"Because they didn't see the murderer's face clearly when they died. They only heard the voice. They knew it should be someone from the village. The words he spoke had the unique accent of the village!" Clover hurriedly explained, but Wenwen Still dubious, "Since you said that, did you also live like this before, lighting torches every night?"

"Of course not. This blood mist doesn't come every time. It seems to come once in a while, several years or even ten years. This legend has always been there!"

"Then when was the last time you came?"

“In 1967, roads were built in the village, and an electric light was installed at the entrance of the village, and no one came again. But the sudden arrival of the doomsday broke the balance of everything, and the evil spirit became more and more arrogant, coming almost every week! "

"But we just turned on the lights, why is she still here?"

"This small lamp has no deterrent effect on him. She can destroy it easily. Compared with this, street lamps are much more reliable. Moreover, the more lively it is, the less she dares to come!"

"Then why don't you leave? There are zombies now, and ghost villages exist!"

"I'm waiting for my family here. They went to farm yesterday and they haven't come back yet!"

"Farming? What kind of fields are you farming!?" After hearing these outrageous remarks, Wenwen instantly became nervous. In this apocalypse, there are still people who are free to farm! ?

"Follow me, our field is there!" Clover said pointing into the distance. Wenwen was dubious. She turned back to Lan Ke'er and whispered, "I'll go take a look. You and everyone else stay here! Protect it." them!"

"No problem!" After the two of them finished communicating, Wenwen walked out alone with Clover, "Where is the farmland?"

"Don't worry, it's just far away!" Clover walked in front, an evil smile gradually appeared on his face...