Chapter 344: Yinshan Village

After Mu Sicheng had sucked in two mouthfuls of Bai Liu's popularity, he could barely maintain his human form again, and he led Bai Liu towards the depths of the tomb.

But although Mu Sicheng was walking in front of Bai Liu, Bai Liu's footsteps were the only ones in the darkened tomb passage.

Bai Liu held up a candlestick to shine on Mu Sicheng, who was walking in front of him, and glanced at Mu Sicheng's shadow cast on the wall with his afterglow.

Mu Sicheng's bobbing shadow is getting fainter and fainter, like a wisp of smoke reflecting on the wall.

Every now and then they would come across a wine jar or two on the road that had been placed in the middle of a tomb passage.

Mu Sicheng carefully stepped in front of Bai Liu, letting him pass behind him without touching the wine jar.

The wine altar seemed to be able to smell the breath of the living, with Bai Liu's movement slowly rotating half a circle, the red paper of the seal slightly arching twice, after sniffing the ghost of Mu Sicheng's body smell and then slowly calm down.

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief, he looked back at the wine altar quietly guarding the center of the road, and patted his chest with palpitations, "This wine altar is also found in the wedding hall, it will chase people, I don't know what's contained inside."

"That thing is filled with the bones of drowned people, and will run after the scent of the living." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "Do you remember when this wine jar didn't chase you?"

Mu Sicheng froze, he frowned and thought hard for a moment, "...... don't quite remember, it feels like after I escaped, these jars of wine don't really care about me."

Bai Liu pondered, "Then your body should have been lost on the way to escape from the wedding hall, besides you turning back to save me, did anything else strange happen in between?"

Mu Sicheng struggled to recall, "...... can't remember much, I think I came across some paper people carrying something ......"

Bai Liu's back suddenly came a peculiar, step on the confetti of footsteps, this footsteps stop and sound, like something jumping down the stairs in general, each sound is a heavy and heavy feet landing sound, sounds like walking very slowly, but almost instantly close to Bai Liu's back.

The candlestick in Bai Liu's hand shook violently, and the light of the fire suddenly turned green and white; he quickly pulled Mu Sicheng into a nearby tomb passage and sidestepped behind him, folding his hands to cover the faint light of the candle.

In the very slightest candlelight, a pair of robust and greenish-white hands with dark, sharp nails jumped out from within the damp and dank low grave tunnel.

The hand jumped a little more and finally lit up the body hidden behind the darkness, with these hands was a middle-aged man with a yellow charm on his forehead, wearing a lab coat and shorts.

This middle-aged man was tall and strong, his skin color was an abnormal greenish purple, his lips were black, his eyes were sunken, staring straight ahead, two long fangs at the side of his mouth stuck into his flesh, his knees bounced forward without bending at all, and there was an old, yellow talisman pasted on the center of his forehead that seemed to fall off at any time because of the bouncing.

Bai Liu squinted at the yellow talisman for a while, confirming that the talisman drawn on it was the Yin Corpse Talisman from the Evil Arts of Maoshan, the talisman used to refine the dead into Yin corpses.

After being refined, the corpse can be used by the person who draws the talisman, but at the same time, the person who draws the talisman will also be affected by the backlash, once the person who draws the talisman is dying of anger, these corpses will in turn devour the master.

Through the dusty lab coat, can vaguely peep this middle-aged man zombie back has a deep visible bone large mouth, was simply and roughly stitched up, but it looks like after death sewing, the stitching can still see the spine inside.

This large cut should be the fatal wound of this middle-aged man.

The zombie jumped extremely fast, just one time, and jumped high past Bai Liu's body, but then a second zombie jumped out from the darkness behind.

This zombie looked about the same age as the one in front of it, both young and strong, and also had a large wound on its body, on its neck.

This zombie's head was chopped almost split, it was re-sewn on, but the craftsmanship of the person who sewed it was obviously not good, with the jumping this zombie's neck cracked, the head fell to the side, the black eye sockets looked straight at Bai Liu who was hiding in the shadowed tomb passage.

This crooked-necked zombie's nostrils moved twice, it seemed to have smelled the odor of a living person, a kind of furious cross-eyed look appeared on its stiff face, and with a turn of its flatly raised hands, it jumped in towards the tomb passage.

Mu Sicheng looked tense and blocked in front of Bai Liu, who hid behind Mu Sicheng's shoulder, hiding the candlestick behind his back with one hand, and calmly covering his mouth and nose with the other.

The zombie tilted its head, it opened its mouth full of fangs, with a grim face, it came close to the left side of Mu Sicheng's neck and sniffed twice, as if it would bite down hard as soon as it smelled the smell of a living person, Mu Sicheng had never been so close to a zombie after contacting it, his sweaty hairs stood on end but he didn't dare to move a single muscle.

Bai Liu was hiding behind Mu Sicheng's right shoulder, back to back with Mu Sicheng.

Zombies have poor eyesight, traveling under the moon, like to eat human blood, looking for people rely on the sense of smell, like to sniff in the human seven orifices of these angry flow of location, so the "Maoshan Evil Art" on the record such as the place is infested with zombies, should be sleeping face down, so that zombies go from door to door to touch into the bed sniffing and biting people, will not find you.

The zombie sniffed Mu Sicheng's face carefully, its crooked head vaguely perplexed, it showed its fangs sinisterly, and violently turned around to probe at Mu Sicheng's left shoulder again.

Bai Liu, who had his back to the zombie, as if he could see the zombie's movements, moved a step and ducked behind Mu Sicheng's right shoulder again.

After going back and forth like this several times, this zombie finally got annoyed, it gurgled something under its breath that seemed to be cursing, poked Mu Sicheng's shoulder with its fingernails, and after determining that the other party was a devourer, it turned its hands around and walked away.

Mu Sicheng, almost his entire being, oh no it's a ghost that's going to be deflated, leans his back against Bai Liu and lets out a long breath, wiping a non-existent cold sweat from his face, "Finally gone ......"

"It's not finished yet." Bai Liu's voice came very softly from behind Mu Sicheng, "There should be five more, seven zombies in total."

With Bai Liu's words, a new zombie jumped out in front of Mu Sicheng, and this new zombie, like the previous zombie, was extremely curious about Mu Sicheng, who exuded the smell of human beings, and poked out his fangs to probe a few times before he left in disinterest.

After a while, another zombie jumped out and sniffed Mu Sicheng's scent. Bai Liu was familiar with Mu Sicheng and managed to make the zombie think that Mu Sicheng was just a ghost that had just died and was still alive.

The zombie showed his teeth and gibbered a few threats, poking Mu Sicheng's shoulder with his nails and disliking him outward.

Mu Sicheng couldn't understand zombie talk, but he deduced from the expression of this zombie elder brother that the other party should be scolding him to stay away if he wasn't human.

Mu Sicheng: "......"

While the truth seems to be true, it really does sound like swearing.

This process was repeated six times in a row, except for the first zombie that didn't come to chitchat about Mu Sicheng, every zombie that came after it came to sniff Mu Sicheng, and some of them even went up to Mu Sicheng and bit him, then left in disgust, and waited for the next zombie to repeat the process again.

Mu Sicheng, who was bitten with two holes on both sides of his neck and face, is lifeless: "......"

Are you guys sharks! Can't you tell each other when a bite isn't good enough? You have to come back and bite me again!

But Mu Sicheng now realizes that there are benefits to being a ghost; he's not as afraid of these things.

Until the seven zombies passed in front of Bai Liu, there was no more beating sound coming from the tomb passage, Mu Sicheng was just about to probe his head to make sure that there was still something behind him, when he was stopped by Bai Liu behind him.

Bai Liu looked into the darkened tunnel, "Something else hasn't passed, there's a noise, don't go out."

Mu Sicheng held his breath for a long time without hearing any sound, but his nose, always good, caught the smell of a very greasy scented candle.

Slowly, Mu Sicheng also heard a kind of click-click-click-click sound, just like the sound of someone stepping on paper and walking on it, thin and fragmentary, not too loud, but echoing back and forth in the dark tomb passage, especially clear.

Bai Liu's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked deeper into the tomb passage, a bit of wobbly orange light was flickering and wavering, like a ghostly flame, a floating light on the surface of the river, making it difficult to see the distance, but one could practically feel it approaching.

From a distance, the bit of yellow fire got closer and closer, finally allowing one to see what was really hidden in this yellow fire.

Mu Sicheng saw a huge triangular copper incense burner with countless high incense candles burning, blazing, sparks fluttering in all directions, illuminating the entire tomb passage as if it were bright day, and what was carrying this incense burner forward were some paper figures crushed to the point of deformation.

These paper figures, under the great weight of the incense burner, had their entire bodies flattened and deformed, and their faces, which had been painted with joyful faces, had also been pressed into folds and stacks of bizarre expressions, and the clothes on their bodies had been squeezed so much that they couldn't even see what had been originally painted.

The paper people carry the incense burner little by little, and every now and then there are sparks floating down to ignite these paper people who are carrying the incense burner.

The paper figures were ignited by sparks and their bodies burned rapidly, and in the flames that burned them to curls and distortions, Mu Sicheng could really hear the strange laughter of these paper figures in the dazzling flames.

"Hee hee~"

"Hee hee~"

The swaying incense burners and the burning paper figures seem to float lightly and heavily past Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu, and at the end of the procession carrying the incense burners is followed by a papier-mâché Taoist priest.

This paper Taoist is one of the most beautifully crafted paper people, lifelike face, features depicted as delicate as a real person, black eyebrows and long beard, look square, only a pair of eyes have eyes without a pearl, did not draw the eye in the middle of the eye socket eyeballs.

In addition, this paper Taoist is also covered with talisman paper, it has one hand with two fingers together over the top of the head, holding a golden bell, the other hand holding a peach sword pointing to the incense burner in front of it, opening a pair of white ink eyes without eyeballs, the left foot a step, the right foot a step straight ahead, broad step walking between the kind of Mu Sicheng heard before the sound of stepping on the paper to walk.

With such a bizarre scene, Mu Sicheng s just rapidly expanding guts because he was a ghost flew back, he pulled Bai Liu s sleeve and asked in a low voice, "What is ...... doing?"

Bai Liu looks at this paper Taoist: "Paper people catching corpses."