Chapter 340: Yinshan Village

Mu Sicheng's shaky voice called out in the darkness, "Bai Liu?"

Then he heard four or five "Bai Liu" voices answering him in different tones.

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh."

"What for?"

"I'm here."

"Bai Liu," the emotionless voice echoed through the chamber, and Mu Sicheng's hairs stood on end as he took a step back, raised the camera in front of him, and turned on the night vision mode.

On the green screen, Mu Sicheng saw a scene that made his hair stand on end.

In the narrow tunnel, four or five ghosts that were twisting and turning came close to observe Bai Liu standing in the center, their bloodshot eyes stared at Bai Liu, and they sniffed Bai Liu's body with their gaping noses.

Their arms and legs and bodies looked like white playdough being molded, their heads sticking out from underneath their creaky sockets, their feet folded over the back of their heads in all sorts of twisted and soft poses, but judging by the bulging skin on top of the bones, they had bones.

From the poses they strike ...... Mu Sicheng can't imagine what it would actually take for a creature with bones to strike that pose.

And slowly, slowly, these ghosts became exactly like Bai Liu.

They stood side by side on tiptoe with their heads hanging down next to Bai Liu, and if you didn't look at their eyes, Mu Sicheng could hardly tell who was the real Bai Liu.

The five ghosts suddenly looked up, stared at him with their heads tilted, and in their pure white eyes a black orb slowly fell from the tops of their eyelids, cracked a smile at Mu Sicheng, who stood across the room, and then turned their heads fiercely to come closer.

Mu Sicheng was so scared that he almost threw his camera away.

At the moment those ghosts approached, Mu Sicheng subconsciously turned the camera in a different direction and aimed it at his own surroundings, but when he saw what was on the camera screen in the next second, he was directly shocked and leaned out.

Mu Sicheng was also surrounded by several transforming devils.

The ghosts seemed to be preparing to take on the appearance of Mu Sicheng, so that they were now wearing a distorted "Mu Sicheng" face and grinning at him with their teeth clacking.

In the midst of the chaos, a slender hand reached out from the ghost's gruesomely white, intertwined body, fingers gently holding up a match.

A calm voice came from far away, "On the road to the underworld, follow the ghosts, and when you cross the ghost bridge, hold your breath and don't vomit, and wait for me to come to you."

This is Bai Liu's voice!

Rub-!

The matches are polished and the candlestick in front of the shrunken Mu Sicheng is lit.

The moment the fire was lit, all the demons and ghosts around Mu Sicheng faded away, and only Bai Liu, who was holding a match to light a candlestick for him, remained quietly watching him.

Mu Sicheng raised the candlestick and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly remembered the words he had just heard in the darkness [Wait for me to come to you].

He subconsciously held up the candlestick to shine a light on this Bai Liu in front of him.

Bai Liu's pale face reflected the greenish firelight, and there were no shadows of anything on the floor or walls.

Mu Sicheng's back slowly tightened as he held up the candlestick and panned it to himself, trying his best to keep his voice steady, "Where are we going now?"

"Bai Liu" walked forward, he looked back at Mu Sicheng, the smile on his face looked like it had been painted on, with an eerie paper-like quality.

"Go to the tomb, find a coffin and carry it to earth."

The other end.

Bai Liu is holding a candlestick and there is no one around him.

Just now when entering the chamber, Bai Liu stepped on a flip flop door on the floor and stood on it to keep his balance, waiting until the ghost of the devourer appeared and the chaos occurred, Bai Liu moved his foot to step on the side of the flip flop door and slid right through the flip flop door for a section of the passageway, and fell to the next floor.

Before the ghosts could react, Bai Liu disappeared.

Bai Liu stood up, patted the ash on his pants leg, and looked up at the place he had fallen from.

This is a four-square partial chamber, not big, Bai Liu estimated the length, width and height of almost three meters x three meters x two meters, the walls are covered with thick ash.

But none of this is where Bai Liu focuses his attention, as he glances around the room, finally setting his sights on the flipchart door he fell through - the only exit from this four-sided chamber.

It's a sealed chamber.

And it's not just that.

Bai Liu lowered the candlestick, the light of the candlestick shook and seemed to be about to go out at any moment, but the weak light was enough for Bai Liu to see what was placed on the floor of the tomb.

The floor of the crypt was neatly and densely piled with many jars of wine, which were sealed with four-sided red paper, with a red thread around the neck, and on the red paper, the word [Dien] was written with a black brush, and at the end of the red thread, there hung two obsolete copper bells.

Red thread, bells, red paper, it's obviously the same wrapping as Bai Liu's previous wake.

The wine jar is probably not something Bai Liu would like to see right now.

In such a small chamber, Bai Liu roughly counted about a hundred of these wine jars, occupying most of the space of the chamber, it can be said that only the position Bai Liu just fell down is not placed, the rest of the ground is full of wine jars.

Bai Liu standing on the wine altar is estimated to be able to reach the loose-leaf door, but this wine altar is only a thin layer of paper sealing, it is estimated that Bai Liu standing on it will be broken, broken this altar mouth will be open, before it is not clear what exactly is in this altar, Bai Liu is not prepared to act so recklessly.

On top of that, the trapdoor is wobbly, and Bai Liu couldn't get out even if he stepped on the altar and reached the door.

The situation seems to have reached a stalemate for a while, but Bai Liu is not too panicked, he has a vague feeling that there should be a solution to everything here.

Bai Liu held up the candlestick and shone it around, this time looking a little closer.

Something appeared to be painted on the dirt and rock walls, and Bai Liu held a candlestick closer to see it, balancing himself so as not to bump into the wine jars that sat close to the walls, and wiping the dusty crusts off the walls with a hand wrapped in his shirt.

The dust on the wall fell off and a mural emerged, the mural was a faded colorful pattern, it looked extremely old, many places were blurred to the point that it was completely impossible to see what was painted, but with the inscription next to the mural, it was possible to roughly understand the meaning of the mural.

The wall paintings in a tomb are usually used to record some major events in the life of the tomb owner, Bai Liu came in this tomb from the mural paintings, it should be the collective cemetery of this place in Yinshan Village, which is commonly known as the ancestral tomb, and it was not built for a particular person, but for a clan.

Many small red figures appear on the mural, dressed in full costume, building burial chambers, making offerings to the Three Pristine Ones, and praying for favorable winds and rain and good crops.

Judging from the paintings, the Yinshan village at this time did not have those strange burial customs, and most of the village people died normally and then were put in coffins into their ancestral graves.

Bai Liu noted the date of the inscription at this time - about two hundred years ago.

That is to say, two hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was just an ordinary village, there was no such thing as a village drowning, nor was there the custom of burying a woman who had not yet married in a wedding sedan chair along with the drowned person.

Bai Liu turned his body and held up the red candle to look at the second wall.

On this wall these little people were divided into men, women, and children standing at the entrance of the village, with dismal faces, and the strong men were selected and seemed to be dragged away by something dark, and the place where these men were about to go was painted with mountains of swords and fire, guillotine swords and steel spears, like the eighteen layers of hell.

The men were pulled over by dark ghost-like things, they struggled not to go, wanting to stay in Shady Hill Village, but in the end they were pulled into hell.

They fell into a mountain of swords and fire, broken into pieces by guillotines and steel guns, the men screamed so hideously that even if it was just a simple, faded mural, Bai Liu could see the pain and misery of these men.

The inscription next to the fresco of the man falling into hell reads [Death to all and eternity!]. [I shall never be allowed to die!].

Only women, old people and children were left in the village of Yinshan, and they stood at the entrance of the village in mourning, looking from afar at the men who had fallen into hell, covering their faces and weeping.

Bai Liu turned to look at the third wall, the fire of the candlestick grew dimmer and dimmer, glowing greenish-white, and the wine jars around Bai Liu turned silently as he turned to look at the next painting.

But Bai Liu didn't seem to notice this, and continued to look on unperturbed.

A long-browed Taoist appears on a mural on the third wall.

This Taoist long eyebrows black, beard snow white, head of gold crown, fairy air, quite a few fairy style Taoist feeling, he held up the floating dust sitting on the clouds, face with worry overlooking the earth, the ground is cloaked in hemp wearing mourning, to this Taoist worship of the Yinshan village people.

The Yinshan villagers' bitter pleas and devout prayers seemed to have finally impressed this Taoist in heaven.

This Taoist held up the floating dust and descended from the mortal world one step at a time, landing at the entrance of Yinshan Village, where people knelt at the entrance of the village, holding up the three fattest animals and rice wine in the village to offer to this Taoist who had descended to the mortal world.

This Taoist picked it up.

Bai Liu turned to the mural on the fourth wall, and the altar at his feet was getting closer to him, from some distance away to right next to Bai Liu's leg, as if it was intentionally trapping him.

The Taoist man on the fourth mural changed violently from a fairy atmosphere to a green-faced fangs, cross-eyed, nails green and black sharp, his body is plastered with all kinds of yellow talismans, living a demon that was suppressed.

This Taoist held up the floating dust and drove the people of Yinshan Village like a whip.

The people of Yinshan Village were forced by him to jump into the water to be drowned and transformed into water ghosts, and the unmarried girls were loaded into the wedding sedan chair by him and buried alive in the cemetery to be muffled to death.

The Taoist seemed to be planning some major ceremony, and the girl who had been muffled to death was dug out of her grave, re-dressed in her grand wedding clothes into a coffin, and buried in her ancestral grave.

And the body of the drowned man was fished out of the weir by him, and the swollen body was stuffed into the birthday suit by the Taoist, and buried in the roadside as soon as it was covered with a straw mat.

Innocent passers-by were constantly dragged into the weir and drowned by the bodies of the water ghosts buried by the roadside, making them scapegoats and transforming them into devils for this Taoist to drive.

By the time the bodies of the drowned had piled up over the weir, and there was no way for a new passerby to drown in this weir, the Taoist finally reappeared.

His face is getting black and dry, eyes like a swineherd, Xuan ear hair pointed, eyes sunken, three palaces are purple, fingers like steel, sniffing while walking, not like a living person, downright zombie face.

This Taoist zombie dug up the bodies in the weir and threw them to the back of the mountain, and dug up the bodies of the people of Yinshan Village that were buried by the roadside before, and at this time the bodies were all rotting almost to the point of death, with only some rotten meat and bones left, and this Taoist used a wine altar to collect these withered bones, and sealed them with red paper and red thread and bells, and put them into the partial chamber of the ancestral tomb.

The Taoist seemed to be using the burial chamber and these bones to set up a formation.

Some of the mural paintings in the center are blurred, and only the last one of an ancestral tomb with a closed grave remains.

This Taoist man covered with talismans lying in the main chamber, around which stood a dozen bridal coffins serving, the rest of the partial chamber is full of ghosts of all colors devils, and there is the wine altar.

The normal burial items in a normal burial chamber were all gold, silver and jewels, this Taoist had commandeered someone's ancestral tomb and used something extremely overbearing like the Red and White Twin Fiends as a burial item.

Using corpses of people's ancestors tortured to death as burial objects and repairing them underneath people's ancestral homes, such heavy yin qi is enough to affect the descendants living above.

This Taoist wanted to refine everyone in the Yinshan Village into the Red and White Twins for generations, and continue to serve him as a funeral pyre.

No wonder all the later villagers of Yinshan Village did not have a good death, this Taoist made such a spell to trap the people in Yinshan Village a hundred years ago, how could the people here have a good death?

This Taoist use of magic in Taoism are extremely evil, extremely loss of Yin virtue of the evil arts, this evil art lasted for more than a hundred years, until stay in the Yinshan Village, the last few village people are forced by this magic to drown, but also still did not stop, but also Bai Liu them a few of the few surviving descendants of the Yinshan Village summoned back to continue to torture to death.

Bai Liu's eyes rested on the face of the Daoist lying in the main chamber of the mural.

If they hadn't died, this Taoist would probably have to wake up if he didn't get what he wanted.

More than a hundred years, I do not know how many people died in vain grievance brake gas practiced zombie, wake up what will happen?