The horror in my heart left me no time to think too much.
The index finger suddenly touched the chamber pot, and the previously broken connection suddenly regained.
Turning around, I gathered all my strength and ran forward along the line of connection!
One moment you could still see the houses on both sides of the road, but this moment it was all covered in thick fog!
The thick fog that filled the sky made it impossible to see even one's fingers, as if a hand would reach out at any moment and a person would rush out!
Without that connection, I would have no sense of direction at all!
Suddenly, my body seemed to hit some kind of thin barrier.
A slight cracking sound reached my ears, and another wave of coldness enveloped my body.
The thick fog disappeared...
What you see is another kind of "dead silence" and desolation.
A small hill looks like a seal or a solitary tomb.
The foot of the mountain is covered with lush bamboo forests.
The moonlight shines, and the bamboo forest appears dark green as a whole, swaying slightly in the wind.
Some old houses are leaning against the foot of the mountain, surrounded by bamboo forests, lonely and silent.
The place I am located is still a short distance away from the foot of the Bamboo Forest Mountain, and there are several areas of barren farmland in the middle.
I didn't have time to take a closer look, so I sprinted forward and reacted with excitement.
The environment has changed...
I should have walked out of the safe area and no longer been in the ghost wall? !
Stop suddenly and look back.
More than ten meters away, the fog was like a barrier, blocking most of the sight.
I understand the layout of Qijia Village.
People living on the outer edge are relatively wealthy, so their houses are better built with firebricks and tiles.
The villages inside are no different from ordinary rural areas. In fact, they are also the same as villages in the city, or the villages where Lao Qintou and I live.
Rich people live at the end of the village, while poor people live at the end of the village.
Suddenly, the mist fluctuated slightly.
A figure appeared silently in front of the fog.
The man's clothes were very old-fashioned, as if they were from decades ago. His facial features were normal, and his skin was yellowish and slightly bluish.
Especially those eyes.
You can imagine that in the wilderness, the mobile phone shines on the eyes of a wolf, which is green.
The goosebumps on my body couldn't stop falling.
The Blue Ghost Lord's retribution...
No wonder Han Chu's eyes were bleeding. It was a bloody corpse that was comparable to a ghost, but he fell down directly in front of it.
In addition, I previously judged that Han Chu was trapped in a ghost-beating wall because part of his body was eaten by it, and he could not get out until he died.
But here comes the problem. The Green Ghost is a retribution ghost, and only kills people who have done many evil things. This can be seen as the end of good and evil, and using evil to control evil.
But why do Taoist priests do so many evil things?
Han Chu also said before...he is about to wake up and will eat my heart!
He obviously refers to the retribution ghost!
Did Han Chu just have his heart eaten?
This Qijia Village is not normal at all. I am afraid that even the retribution ghost cannot deal with it with common sense...
The ghost of retribution did not come near me.
The dense fog is not only a barrier, but also a dividing line.
The head of the village is the boundary of the retribution ghost, and the end of the village is the so-called deep village. There should be something more terrifying here, so he dare not set foot in it.
Supervision is also divided in this way. The area where the retributive ghost is located is a safe area.
No longer looking at the retributive ghost, I turned around, followed the field stalks, and continued walking towards the deep village...
There was a sound of footsteps, and the road between the fields was covered with weeds. From time to time, I scratched my ankles, which felt a slight sting.
After walking a certain distance, I looked back.
The fog disappeared, and tile-roofed houses could be seen neatly arranged.
The ghost of retribution is also missing.
The tone in my heart did not relax. I had already walked across the field ridge and reached a place at the foot of the mountain.
The bamboo forest is so dense that the thick bamboos on the outside are almost as thick as a thigh.
This feeling of coldness and silence has long surpassed that of an unfinished building. The two are not on the same level at all.
I don’t know if I didn’t reach the right place, but the ghosts in the deep village were not as dense as those at the head of the village, and I didn’t even feel the gaze.
Adjust your breathing and emotions, and keep your face expressionless.
The reason why I showed my weaknesses before was because I fell into the trap of fighting against the wall.
As long as you don't encounter ghosts here, the dead makeup will work.
Follow the sense of connection between the chamber pots and walk around the outer edge of the bamboo forest.
Soon we passed two village houses.
The silence was so severe that the walls of the house were cracked and the ground was dirty and covered with bamboo leaves.
There are not even ghosts in this yard.
The second village house looked extremely eerie.
There are actually poultry raised in the small fenced yard.
The chickens and ducks were foraging on the ground. Sitting at the door of the courtyard was an old woman.
She lowered her head and held an insole in her hand. The thick needle was threaded with hemp thread, and it was extremely difficult to insert each stitch.
The big-toed black shoes with high heels were clearly death shoes.
There is no living person in this deep village. The old woman is a resentful ghost.
However, the road is just in front of me. I didn't see her from a distance before. I only saw her when I got closer. It was too late to take a detour.
Because the old woman slowly raised her head and looked at me blankly.
If I take a detour now and reveal my timidity, there will be two consequences.
One, she found out that I was alive, and the other, she thought I was weaker than her!
In the former, she will pester me, in the latter, she may want to eat me.
The ghosts in the safe area all want to eat each other, and this ghost master from Shen Village is the result of having already eaten them all!
I didn't stop and went straight forward, walking along the fenced courtyard.
"Baby, your face is raw." The old woman raised her head and looked at me blankly.
Her eyes were cloudy, but there was a hint of white inside!
My heart changed slightly.
Why is this old woman just a white-hearted ghost?
Gray ghosts are reincarnated, while white-hearted ghosts are the weakest ghosts left in the world.
In Qijia Village, a Category B hell, the weakest ones within the village entrance are inferior to the resentful ghosts. How can the white-hearted ghosts survive in a deep village where ghosts cannibalize each other?
My heart sank slightly, and I looked at the old woman with cold eyes, a fierce look in my eyes.
The old woman shuddered, lowered her head again, and continued to put in the insoles...
Qijia Village is too weird to be treated with common sense.
The retribution ghosts will kill Taoist priests, and the white-hearted ghosts are definitely not easy to deal with!
The chamber pot gives me a stronger sense of connection. Lao Gong is already very close, so there is no need to create complications.
I walked through this yard.
After another five or six minutes, after passing another bamboo forest, I saw another house.
There are white lanterns hanging at the end of the fenced courtyard, and the courtyard is kept clean.
Three mud houses are connected in parallel, and the doors are tightly closed.
According to the induction of the chamber pot, Lao Gong should be in the room on the right.
I'm so close and Lao Gong still hasn't responded?
I entered the yard quietly and walked to the wall of the house on the right.
The feeling was so strong that I immediately let go of my right hand and took my index finger away from the chamber pot.
The windows on the wall are not glass, but covered with yellow paper. You can see through a crack. There is a bed next to the window.
Two people were lying on the bed.
A thin woman lay quietly on Zhi Zha's chest, and Zhi Zha's head turned out to be Lao Gong's wrinkled head.
At this moment, Lao Gong was sleeping soundly, and the corners of his usually sad and dry mouth were still slightly raised at this moment.
Ghosts do sleep. In normal places, ghosts rest during the day and travel at night.
There is no day or night in Qijia Village.
I think Lao Gong is tired. He wants to hide from me and fool the female ghost in the deep village.
But the trouble he caused me was too great!
My forearm trembled slightly, and I held a razor.
Then he shook his hand and flicked the knife, and with a swipe sound, the razor shot into the paper window!
For a moment, Lao Gong suddenly opened his eyes. He groaned and seemed to get up, but he didn't!
The female ghost trembled and also wanted to get up.
I suddenly flicked my other hand, and a peach wood nail pierced with copper coins suddenly shot into it!
The female ghost turned her head instantly, her stern eyes filled with blood.
The peach wood nail suddenly pierced the top of her head!
White smoke rose up, and she let out a sharp scream and suddenly rushed out the window!
