Chapter 337: Yinshan Village

Kong Xuyang sits on a bench with a sullen face, his cheeks twitching, while Yang Zhi stands next to him and pats his back.

Bai Liu sat on the bench opposite to Kong Xuyang in a relaxed manner, and smiled at him in a friendly manner when he saw Kong Xuyang angry like this.

Kong Xuyang was so pissed off he almost took off in place, he glared at Bai Liu as a deterrent, he hammered his knee, but didn't realize he'd given himself a knee-jerk reflex, and kicked his leg daintily at Bai Liu.

Bai Liu laughed a little more, "Homeboy, you're so cute, you still play with this."

Yang Zhi turned her head and bit her bottom lip dead center, not letting herself laugh out loud.

Kong Xuyang: "......"

It doesn't matter, one's life passes quickly.

Bai Liu thoughtfully changed the subject, "Old-timer, you're a generous man for being willing to trade with me, and for not killing my teammates, so I'm not going to blackmail you, and you'll definitely be able to get what I'm trading with you for."

Kong Xuyang's face twitched twice when he heard Bai Liu call himself [Thick Man], and then he warily said, "What is it?"

"I want you to chat with me for a while." Bai Liu looked towards Kong Xuyang with a smile on his face, "Even though I was born in Yinshan Village, I don't seem to remember anything, I still hope that you can bring me along."

Kong Xuyang's eyebrows were twisted into twists, "You went around in such a big circle just to let me take you?"

Bai Liu nodded matter-of-factly, "I don't know my way around, and I'm scared to walk alone."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Mu Sicheng, who was still shivering, cowering next to the statue, and slowly moved his gaze back to the urn Bai Liu had used as a cushion for his feet.

Kong Xuyang: "......"

What do you mean you're scared, Bai Liu? Go back and look at the way your teammates are behaving before you try to make a fool out of me, will you?

Bai Liu didn't seem to be worried at all that Kong Xuyang would leave him behind, and after reaching a simple verbal agreement, he began to smile and talk to the other party, "What are Brother Kong and Brother Yang doing back in the village this time?"

Yang Zhi, Kong Xuyang : "......"

I'm sorry to call you brother, but I'm not surprised.

Yang Zhi looked at Kong Xuyang, and only after receiving the other party's approval did he mysteriously open his mouth and explain, "We are back to do a business of cultural relics."

Bai Liu drew a blank: "Oh, Brother Yang and Brother Kong are back to rob tombs?"

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi were in a flurry.

That's right, they played the role of the identity of the two grave robbers, the main purpose of this time back is to steal the excavated tomb among the main chamber of a burial object, this is also their identity of the side quest.

Kong Xuyang did not intend to hide his identity from Bai Liu, because the tomb they were going to was right under Bai Liu's ancestral home, and they could not enter it without Bai Liu's "descendant" leading them.

Bai Liu was deep in thought.

The singing of that bride in the coffin just now mentioned three kinds of people who shall never leave the Yinshan Village alive.

One type is the one who does not honor his ancestors, which obviously speaks of the spiritual anchor Mu Sicheng.

One type of person is the chicken and dog thief, which is, unsurprisingly, Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang.

There is also the type of person who has turned his back on his country and forgotten his ancestors.

Bai Liu lowered his gaze to the "Handbook of the Evil Arts of Maoshan" in his arms - it spoke of him.

Yinshan village ancestors revered Taoism, believe in Taoist, the belief in this is very pious, the results Bai Liu actually engaged in an evil art back, but also to be used to borrow Yin wealth to pay back the arrears, disloyal and unrighteous and unfilial he accounted for a full.

As things stand, his identity should be the most dangerous and risky.

But the higher the risk, the greater the reward. Bai Liu doesn't remember anything, but he doesn't reject this identity and is happy to continue on the path it was set out to take.

Like keeping the first seven.

Bai Liu looked to the niche facing him, where the photo was a black-and-white picture of a loving grandmother holding his shoulder.

Bai Liu's face in the black-and-white photo is wearing a smile that makes people feel strange.

Early the next morning.

When Bai Liu woke up, he and Mu Sicheng were the only ones in the temple, Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi had run away somewhere. Bai Liu woke up Mu Sicheng, who was still sleeping, and walked to the entrance of the temple, looked down, and stopped.

Mu Sicheng fuzzy-eyed and fuzzy-eyed followed Bai Liu to the entrance of the temple, and also looked down at it, and was completely startled awake: "Holy shit, what is this thing!"

The wreaths placed at the temple were in disarray, scattered on the ground as if they had been wheeled up and smashed hard by someone, and the ground was littered with bits and pieces of white paper flowers.

But those weren't the creepiest thing, the creepiest thing was the dense, yet neat rows of small footprints at the entrance of the temple.

The footprints were only the size of half a child's palm, in the shape of a triangle, with only the forefoot, as if a group of people were on tiptoe going back and forth in circles at the entrance to the temple according to some kind of regularity, as if they wanted to come in but were not allowed to make an entrance, and were finally forced to leave.

Bai Liu looked at the footprints for a moment, then bowed his head and followed the departing footprints out the door.

"Hey!" Mu Sicheng was also anxious once he saw Bai Liu leave, he scowled and looked at those weird footprints for a few moments before finally stomping his feet and gritting his teeth to follow, "You're not afraid of that either!"

Bai Liu walks on, ignoring it.

These strings of footprints circled the temple as if trying to find the entrance to the temple, circled around a few times to no avail, and finally headed for the village.

Mu Sicheng, holding up his camera, rubbed his arms and watched the bizarre footprints with chattering teeth.

The footprints were like a group of people walking together on tiptoe, still walking at similar sized steps, each leaving the same spacing to the naked eye, until they reached the village avenue, when the regular and dense string of footprints began to disperse.

One or more of these footprints went from the avenue to the various houses of the village, and the footprints disappeared before the doors of the houses, as if they had gone home.

Mu Sicheng was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he tapped here, but soon Bai Liu gave him the final blow.

Bai Liu followed the footprints to the door of the room, the footprints disappeared in front of the door of the room on a piece of mud, Bai Liu squatted down and turned over the debris of the wooden branches covering the mud, Mu Sicheng clearly saw the place where the footprints disappeared appeared a sight that made his blood run cold.

That tiptoe footprint suddenly landed on its heel and became a full footprint, and there were also two hand and paw prints, and the five-finger posture of these two hand prints was still inverted.

Here, it seems, the homecoming "man" drops on his heels, lands on both hands, and begins to crawl toward the house on all fours, twisted and turned.

Mu Sicheng's hair stood on end, "What is this thing!"

Bai Liu got up, he looked to the door of the room that left a hidden gap, "Just go in and see."

After saying that, Bai Liu pushed open the door of the room.

The age-old wooden door gave a distant creak, then slowly opened.

Inside the house dusty, although it is daytime, but the light is still extremely dim, can only vaguely glimpse the outline of some furniture, Bai Liu turned on the flashlight of the cell phone, lifted his feet to walk inside.

Mu Sicheng gulped, and with shaking hands and camera in hand, he too headed in.

As soon as I walked into the house, I understood why it was dark inside, the whole house was airtight, only two tiles at the top were translucent, acting as skylights that could let in light, and the old hanging lamps hung from the beams of the room, with cobwebs wrapped around the wires.

There was also the stove in the corner where the firewood was stacked, and on the stovetop stood a large rusted iron pot with a couple of chipped ceramic jars on the rim that appeared to have been used for spices.

Mu Sicheng tries to turn on the lights but fails, waving the dust from the air, choking and coughing, he says to Bai Liu, who walks in front of him, "I don't know how long it's been inhabited, the lights aren't even energized."

"That's not necessarily true." Bai Liu held his flashlight up to the wall, "Didn't we just follow one in? Maybe it lives here."

Mu Sicheng scalp numb: "Don't joke about this ......"

His voice ends abruptly as he looks over at the wall Bai Liu has illuminated with his flashlight.

The light was so dim, and Mu Sicheng had been looking at the camera screen, that he did not realize that the whole house, the floor, the walls, even the beams, were covered with the same kind of muddy handprints and muddy footprints on all fours that they had just seen outside the house.

Bai Liu now illuminated this wall these mud handprints and footprints densely covered the entire wall, painted the wall gray-yellow, if you do not look closely, you would think that this wall is a mud wall.

But upon closer inspection ......

These handprints and footprints were so distorted that it was almost as if human arms and legs had been chopped off and dipped in mud and printed on the wall, and Mu Sicheng could not even imagine that such limbs had grown on the body of a human being.

Bai Liu, as if he didn't see the handprints and footprints, calmly held up his flashlight and continued to walk in.

Mu Sicheng didn't want to follow a few times, but he didn't dare to go out alone, so he could only follow.

Passing through a hall with a few burnt remnants of candles in the corners, Bai Liu and the others came to the bedroom of the house.

The bedroom was furnished with two elevated wooden beds hung with mosquito nets and lightly draped, directly opposite an FM television set that was at least twenty years old, and next to it an electric fan with cobwebs hanging from it.

Mu Sicheng did not dare to look around at all, he dead eyes on the small screen of the camera, the only person photographed in the small screen is Bai Liu.

Bai Liu ruffled the mosquito net hanging on the wooden bed, he stepped on the edge of the bed, poked his head in to inspect, his figure half hidden by the white mosquito net.

Mu Sicheng was filming with his eyes wide open, and then he suddenly gave a cry of horror.

Bai Liu turned back, "What's wrong?"

Mu Sicheng, his face white with fear, pointed shakily at the bed into which Bai Liu had stuck his head: "Just now, there was a crooked head sticking out from under the bed!"

Bai Liu drops to his knees and without hesitation looks under the bed.

Mu Sicheng practically dragged Bai Liu to not let him look under the bed, his voice almost splitting in fear: "What the hell are you looking at! Let's go out first! I'm not going to lie to you! There's really a white head sticking out that's looking at you crookedly!"

Bai Liu pulled Mu Sicheng over and held his chin to make him look at the bottom of the bed, his voice calm, "See for yourself if there are any heads."

Mu Sicheng closed his eyes tightly at first, and only after a moment's interval did he carefully open one eye and say in a dazed voice, "No, no more."

"But I really just saw it!" Mu Sicheng held up the camera and handed it to Bai Liu.

Bai Liu said faintly, "If you did see it, and now it's not under the bed, then there should be a high probability that it's on the bed."

Mu Sicheng was rewinding the camera, as if he suddenly realized what was happening, his face completely froze, he carefully handed the camera to Bai Liu, not daring to utter a word as he moved his finger, which was holding down the rewind button, to take a selfie.

The camera shifted from a video camera to a selfie, and the screen's perspective shifted so that Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng's heads appeared in the screen.

But more than that, a third head appears in the screen.

A ghastly white, crooked head was reaching down from the bed, hands holding the edge of the bed, then the cover of the mosquito netting and Bai Liu They were looking side by side at the bottom of the bed.