Chapter 342: Yinshan Village

When all ten ghosts returned to the wine altar, Bai Liu was in the partial chamber finally issued the sound of twisting organs, the bottom of the chamber sank fiercely downward, after a few loud booms, the chamber's crevices emerged a lot of smoke and dust.

The light of the candlestick held in Bai Liu's hand dimmed.

Everything around him was wrapped in smoke, and Bai Liu heard altars gurgling and rolling all over the floor, and a couple of them touched his feet and cracked as they toppled over and crackled, making a crackling, crunching sound.

Now Bai Liu estimated that the ghosts in the whole chamber had been released.

The ghosts of the corpses, or more accurately, the ghosts of the corpses, crawled about in the smoke, and now and then from the smoke poked out a faceless face and shrugged their noses in place to sniff.

Some ghosts have two blood-red slits where their eyes are, and their bloodshot eyes dart around in their sockets, as if looking for Bai Liu in the smoky darkness, and then crawling toward the bright light.

Bai Liu exhaled and blew out the candlestick in his hand, everything was plunged into darkness, nothing could be seen.

He could feel the chamber still sinking slowly, not knowing when it would stop, and every now and then wet hair and hands and feet trickled over Bai Liu's back and ankles, and he felt the constant sniffing of air in his ears and the slippery, slimy sound of tongues licking something.

The cold feeling kept approaching Bai Liu, and the ghosts seemed to be close to finding Bai Liu hidden in the darkness by sniffing.

Bai Liu took two steps back against the wall, calmly took off his coat and dipped it in the corpse water running on the floor, then wrapped his lower body in the corpse water-soaked coat, put an empty wine jar crawling away by a ghost over his head, and then huddled in the corner and held his breath.

The rich stench of the corpse covered Bai Liu's smell, and the sound of these ghosts sniffing in the darkness seemed to be much smaller, accordingly, the sound of their crawling became more and more frequent, and Bai Liu could hear the sound of jars and broken tiles being shaved from time to time.

The chamber seemed to be on the verge of sinking into a fixed position, and began to make a cackling, clacking, clacking sound as it jammed into place.

Bai Liu could feel a ghost approaching him, coming close and sniffing near the mouth of the altar for a couple of moments before leaving again.

Of course there are those who haven't left.

Bai Liu looked down through the mouth of the wine altar, and from his narrow view he could faintly see a pair of wet, ghastly white feet standing on the ground a short distance in front of him, still oozing downward.

Bai Liu slowly turns the wine jar on his head towards the wall, trying to avoid this devouring corpse standing in front of him, but as he does so, the feet slowly tiptoe in the direction Bai Liu is turning.

Eventually it became, again, that the toe of this foot was directly in front of Bai Liu, who was wearing a wine bottle, and it was a little closer.

Bai Liu paused delicately as he remembered the explanation for toes facing each other in the Evil Art of Maoshan.

When a ghost holds its toes to you, it is trying to get on you, or to follow you home and live with you, so there is the saying that you should not sleep with your shoes at night with your toes facing the bed, because it will allow the ghost to step on your shoes, get on your bed, and sleep with you.

Of all the ghosts here, this one is the only one that sticks to Bai Liu.

It won t be that he wants to live with him ...... Bai Liu took a look at this wine jar he was using.

The legs standing in front of Bai Liu slowly bent down and squatted in front of Bai Liu.

Bai Liu could see below its shoulders, the thing held its knees with both hands and was still for a moment, then its bones began to deform, its head twisted one hundred and twenty degrees, and its entire head was tilted to look upward from below the mouth of the altar to Bai Liu inside the altar, its eyes all black.

It pointed to the altar on Bai Liu's head and made a very strange, gurgling sound in its throat, like a person talking under water:

"This is my ...... altar, your altar, what about it?"

The chamber finally sank to the bottom, and with a heavy quake the chamber fell to a new place, and where the main door had been opened, a dark corridor passage appeared.

Bai Liu moved quickly to remove the wine jar on his head and cover the head of the ghost in front of him, "I just borrowed it for a while, and now I'm returning it to you."

After saying that, Bai Liu turned around and rushed into the corridor without looking back.

The devils spotted Bai Liu, the running human, and hissed, crawling up the walls in pursuit.

The speed of the ghost corpses crawling behind them is also extremely fast, if there is light, Bai Liu can see the remnants of these ghost corpses flipping arms and legs when he turns back.

At the moment when these ghosts were about to catch up with Bai Liu, Bai Liu took off his close-fitting clothes and threw them in the direction of the front, then violently turned sideways and turned into a passageway that opened up next to a corridor.

The ghosts behind him were in hot pursuit, but it seemed that in the darkness these ghosts relied on their sense of smell to chase after the living, Bai Liu hid in the side corridor and felt those ghosts running past him towards the close-fitting top that had his scent.

Bai Liu eased his breathing as he watched the devouring corpses rumble and pile into a white mass where his clothes had been, his teeth cackling.

The hallway soon resounded with the sound of clothes being shredded.

The devoured corpses gathered around the pile dispersed, one devoured corpse lifted out a wine altar, they seemed to have put the bits and pieces of clothing as Bai Liu's body limbs into the wine altar, sealed it with red paper with the word "Dien" (奠字) written on it, and then turned around with the wine altar and crawled back.

Obviously, they thought they had made Bai Liu the next ghost to be brought back to feed the tigers.

Bai Liu raised his eyebrows slightly as he watched.

These ghosts acted so well that they could tear up the "human flesh" in their mouths and put it into the altar, not as if they were guided by irrational ghosts, but as if they were intentionally trained by the living.

But in these ghost-strewn catacombs, in the shady mountain village where the last of their descendants were drowned, what living souls could there be but the four of them who had returned home?

Bai Liu was just about to poke his head out to see where these ghosts were going to send the wine altar containing "himself", when a black hand suddenly reached out from the side and covered his mouth and nose.

"Don't turn around!" Someone's voice rasped in warning, "Something's coming to clean the grounds!"

Bai Liu obediently stayed still.

Soon, a few paper figures half the height of Bai Liu appeared, these paper figures smiled, their faces were inked smiley faces, holding a paper broom in their hands and sweeping back and forth a few times around the place where Bai Liu's clothes had just been torn, their movements were stiff and rigid, and then disappeared again.

After the paper man left, the person who covered Bai Liu's mouth and nose breathed a long sigh of relief, but still had Bai Liu's throat in a chokehold, and his body was very tense.

Bai Liu calmly took out a match and struck it, lighting the candlestick and holding it up to illuminate the man, "Mu Sicheng, why are you here?"

Mu Sicheng's face is dirty with traces of dirt, there are blood stains on the corners of his mouth and next to his eyes, and his body also has a lot of color, it looks like he has been through a fierce battle, he looked at Bai Liu for a while, and his eyes shifted downward to Bai Liu's shadow on the ground, before he finally breathed a long sigh of relief, let go of his hand that was strangling Bai Liu's throat, and limply leaned against the wall and didn't move.

"It's really you Bai Liu." Mu Sicheng chest rose and fell violently, his eyes were lax, "...... I thought I had saved another ghost."

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng from top to bottom, "What happened to you?"

"Don't mention it." Mu Sicheng was depressed and scared, he squatted on the ground while smoothing his heart and mouth and said, "You don't know where you went, I followed that fake Bai Liu to carry the coffin, and on the way, I even walked across a bridge, and that fake Bai Liu told me to walk across."

"But that bridge is actually made of paper!"

"The bridge is full of ghosts carrying coffins, some strange paper people, and some translucent, I can only vaguely see the shape of things, the water is dark, but also floating duckweed, black hair and paper money, a look at the fall is estimated to be unable to come up."

Mu Sicheng's face darkened, "I followed what you said, held my breath and didn't vomit, almost didn't suffocate me, but at least I passed, then circled around east and west, my head was spinning for me, and arrived at a what's-her-name sub-sepulcher, said to be connected to the main sepulcher."

"This time the chamber was full of coffins, and standing coffins, three dozen of them, with red satin tied to them, arranged around the center in some kind of formation-like shape, I can't remember."

Mu Sicheng frowned as he recalled, "That fake Bai Liu told me to pick a coffin to carry out, didn't you tell me to follow the ghost's? So I picked one I could carry on my back."

"I just carried the coffin out of the sub-cemetery, the coffin was a bit slippery and fell down a bit, I then upturned it a bit, but I was afraid of offending the corpse in the coffin too, so I said I was sorry that it was my first time to carry a coffin too, so please forgive me, and as a result just after I said that, the sound of a woman's laughter came out from the coffin behind me, and then the coffin was thumped and knocked two times."

Bai Liu recalled, "That one seems to mean giving orders to the devils, right?"

"Yes!" Mu Sicheng stood up angrily and showed Bai Liu the satin cloth big red flower hanging on his waist, "After that coffin rattled twice, a whole bunch of ghosts suddenly appeared along with that fake Bai Liu and held down my head, put the big red flower on me, and insisted that I should marry the bride in the coffin!"

Bai Liu smiles but not laughs, "So did you tie the knot?"

Mu Sicheng shook his head very stubbornly, "No! While those devils were setting up the wedding hall, I took advantage of the chaos to beat up those devils and then ran out."

"That means you ran away from the marriage?" Bai Liu nodded with seeming understanding and laughed a little, "The other party genuinely liked you and chose you to be the man of your dreams, and you ran away without even saying no properly, that's not very nice, is it?"

"No okay!" Mu Sicheng roared, "She didn't really like me enough to marry me!"

Mu Sicheng clenched his fists so tightly that his hands were shaking with anger, "You don't understand at all, I'm not just getting married to the bride I'm carrying, I'm getting married to the entire crypt, all of them, the three dozen or so brides!!!"