Chapter 349: Yinshan Village

Mu Sicheng, after a moment of impotent fury, mournfully gave in to Bai Liu's bad taste.

What can you do? If Bai Liu doesn't tell him, he won't even know he's being played. That's it.

Mu Sicheng dragged Bai Liu closely behind the paper Taoist, and not far in front of them were seven women with umbrellas and seven zombies walking side by side, moving step by step in front of them.

Although separated by a paper Taoist, this weird scene still made Mu Sicheng's scalp numb, checking to see if any of these people in front of him suddenly turned back.

Halfway across the bridge, Mu Sicheng, unwilling to look at the horrific scene in front of him, took two deep breaths and turned to Bai Liu, who was next to him.

Bai Liu held his breath and did not spit, and walked forward without looking askance, with a calm demeanor, Mu Sicheng saw Bai Liu so calm, and inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Sicheng was about to withdraw his gaze when he suddenly realized that a white dripping hand was slowly reaching out from underwater on the bridge behind them, bracing itself on the bridge and climbing upwards.

The hand brought the body up in no time, and the woman in white lay prostrate on the ground, her hair dripping wet, her shoulders twisting unevenly from side to side, her posture very unnatural, as if the bones were spinning inside the shoulder joints and holding up the whole body.

The woman slowly stood up, holding her umbrella forward, blocking the upper half of her face.

Her toes tilted upwards and she walked forward in small steps, moving extremely fast, in the blink of an eye she was close to Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng's backs, a kind of coldness that made one's spine freeze came out from this woman's body, making it almost impossible for one to move.

The woman took two steps forward, and she was on the back of Bai Liu's shoulder.

Mu Sicheng saw an eerie smile on the lower half of the woman's face the moment she affixed Bai Liu, and the woman's slightly opened mouth was full of blackened mud, sand, and watercress that melted into sewage and spilled out from her lips.

Mu Sicheng was so startled that he violently pinched Bai Liu's wrist, he felt an oppressive sense of danger from the woman behind him, making him afraid to even open his mouth.

Bai Liu stopped walking and stopped moving forward. The woman stuck behind Bai Liu's shoulder and neck, leaned forward, hung her head down, and didn't move either.

Droplets of water dripped from the woman's wet hair, falling down the ends to Bai Liu's neck, and the coolness spreading from her body became heavier and heavier, causing Bai Liu's breath to bring out a frigid whiteness between them.

Mu Sicheng stood rigidly in place as he watched the paper Taoist in front of him swing his bell further and further away, but did not dare to make the slightest move.

His sixth sense told him that if he ran off the bridge with Bai Liu now, Bai Liu would be caught and drowned by the ghosts of the bridge.

Obviously there are only seven bridge ghosts, as long as you follow the paper Taoist, the seven zombies can just let them cross the bridge, and Mu Sicheng himself did rely on this law to cross the bridge once safe and sound.

How is it that when it's Bai Liu's turn to cross the bridge, a martyred bridge ghost crawls out from underneath the bridge?

Mu Sicheng quietly rolled his eyes, he carefully swept his afterglow to the woman next to Bai Liu, just as Mu Sicheng moved his eyes to look over, the woman who was leaning on Bai Liu's shoulder also slowly and softly lifted her umbrella and tilted it in Bai Liu's direction.

The lower half of the woman's face was beautifully shaped, with a greenish-white complexion and a smile at the corners of her mouth, and there was always dark sediment pouring out of her mouth and nose, and the fingernail crevices of her hands holding the umbrella were full of sediment, so it was obvious that it was left behind by the struggling and scratching and swallowing at the bottom of the river before she drowned.

And the upper half of the face being revealed ......

Mu Sicheng drew a cold breath as he watched.

The woman had no upper face; her skull had been smashed in and deflated, and what was left of it was only half of her head, and above the bridge of her nose you could only see a cross-section of the white, sifted bones filled with sediment, which was leaking outward from her mouth and nose as if it were a funnel, staining Bai Liu's white shirt black.

Bai Liu close to this only half the head of the martyr bridge ghost, still unperturbed, face calmly with the woman leaning on the shoulder, began to walk toward the bridge.

Mu Sicheng was shocked to see Bai Liu moving towards the end of the bridge, he was anxious and devastated, Mu Sicheng was afraid of making noise to scare the ghosts and zombies in front and behind the bridge, he kept gesturing and making signs to Bai Liu.

"You'll be dragged off the bridge when you get to the end!" Mu Sicheng was in a hurry, he couldn't help but shudder at the look of the upper half of the female ghost's face, "Dragged down by the martyred bridge ghost, you'll hit your head on the bridge abutment, and you'll die looking just like her!"

Mu Sicheng himself is not a living person, no body, even if he is dragged off the bridge will be fine, but Bai Liu this is a living person! But Bai Liu is a living person! If he is dragged off and dies, he is really dead!

Seeing Mu Sicheng's teeth gnashing, reaching out to reach the woman next to him, Bai Liu quickly held Mu Sicheng's wrist, and then raised the umbrella that the woman was holding for him, signaling Mu Sicheng with his eyes to look at the inside of the umbrella.

The inner surface of the umbrella was clearly labeled with a brand new yellow talisman, inscribed with [Binding Body Talisman].

Mu Sicheng was shocked: "Who put this up?"

The other end.

"Brother Kong, you are really thorough." Yang Zhi pushed the flashlight he was wearing on his head, tsked and sighed, "In fact, I think, Bai Liu and that Mu Sicheng, as soon as they entered this tomb, don't care that they'll most likely die too, you also drew so many old talismans, and dug a good pit for them at every key point in this tomb... ..."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi, "What do you know, there is no program effect in winning without a fight, if they die in the tomb organs themselves, is that me winning them?"

"That's because this game killed them on its own, it has nothing to do with me, so how am I going to suck the popularity out of Bai Liu and get those viewers who support him to switch over to me?"

"Bai Liu must die." Kong Xuyang's eyes were grim, "He must also die at my hands, so that this match will allow me to rush into the top 100 popularity and get a gold medal to avoid death."

"Or else hit Russell Cemetery in the back ......"

At the mention of this name, Kong Xuyang's face twitched twice, and his complexion sank even further, "This guild is so evil that it might be able to find players who can restrain both of our skills, and they don't want to be killed, so it's very hard to beat them without a gold medal of immunity."

Yang Zhi hemmed and hawed and laughed twice, "So it's still Brother Kong that you think things through, if it were up to me, I wouldn't have thought of giving one of the martyred bridge ghosts a [Binding Amulet] when crossing the Ghost Bridge, so that she wouldn't be able to get off the bridge with us, and would remain trapped on the bridge."

"You're blocking Bai Liu's only way out."

Kong Xuyang gave Yang Zhi a slightly amused look:

"Crossing the bridge in addition to sticking the [False Body Charm] like us, there is another way, is to follow the paper Taoist, that thing will rush the seven zombie husbands of the martyr bridge ghosts to cross the bridge, seven is the extreme number in this tomb, the bridge ghosts up to seven, these seven martyr bridge ghosts will not follow their husbands after they find their own husbands, and the people will be able to cross the bridge safely."

"So when I was crossing the bridge, I used the [Binding Charm] to trap a Martyr Ghost under the bridge, the eighth Martyr Ghost."

"This eighth martyred ghost will climb up the bridge when the seven martyred ghosts on the bridge have found their husbands and are ready to go down, so that by whatever means Bai Liu uses, he is sure to meet this martyred ghost that I have prepared especially for him."

Kong Xuyang smiled smugly, looking venomous: "Bai Liu will definitely be dragged off the bridge by this woman and hit with only half of his head left."

Bai Liu was not walking too fast or too slow, and the woman on his right, who was holding his umbrella, was not following too fast or too slow.

Just the closer the bridge, the woman's lower half of the face of the complexion from the beginning of the hooked lips smile, to the back of the pursed lips do not say, to the corner of the mouth is now obviously down, the woman turned half a head close, straight "look" at Bai Liu.

She seems to have realized that Bai Liu is not her husband, and her expression became more and more resentful and gloomy.

The umbrella was also raised from just covering Bai Liu's head at the beginning to slowly sinking down, seemingly enveloping Bai Liu's entire body into the umbrella.

After caging Bai Liu almost completely into the umbrella, the surface of the umbrella is dotted with dense blood-colored spots, like blood stains splattered on the surface of the umbrella after someone jumped off a bridge with the umbrella in his arms.

The strong stench of corpses, water, and blood emanated.

Bai Liu slightly poked his head out of the umbrella to look at Mu Sicheng, and said with his mouth: Wait and listen to my arrangement.

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman's face emerged from behind Bai Liu's, her lips pressed against Bai Liu's ear opening and closing rapidly as if she were speaking, but only a kind of cackling, joint-turning sound could be made.

The faster and faster she spoke, the faster and faster she spoke, the cackling and cackling of her joints turning together, it was goosebumps to hear, and even with only half a face, one could see how resentful and hateful the woman's expression was.

Sewage, mud, blood coming out of her mouth.

Bai Liu stuck his head back inside the umbrella, and the cackle of those joints turning stopped for a moment.

Then Mu Sicheng, through the umbrella, saw the shadow of half of the woman's head gently pressed against Bai Liu's ear, her jaw slowly widening to an unimaginable angle, and the next second, the cackling sound rang out frantically.

Mu Sicheng, a ghost, looked on in a cold sweat.

The Ghost of the Martyr's Bridge has already been followed by Bai Liu, what can a mortal do about it?

The Paper Taoist drove the zombies and ghosts off the bridge one by one, and Mu Sicheng realized that the end of the bridge was already close at hand!

The woman's shadow cast on the umbrella surface was only half a head at first, and as it approached the bridge, Mu Sicheng watched creepily as the shadow on the umbrella surface moved and grew.

The blood on the umbrella continued to fade, leaving the umbrella and flying to the shadow, while the head absorbed the blood and actually squirmed and grew the upper half of its face!

Mu Sicheng was on the verge of cardiopulmonary arrest, but of course, if he were in Bai Liu's shoes, he would have already gone into cardiopulmonary arrest.

What was on the umbrella thing wasn't blood at all, but chunks of flesh, broken bones, brain matter, the upper half of the woman's face that had been splattered on the umbrella when she'd jumped off the bridge in the first place.

These were affixed within the umbrella, and as they gradually approached the bridge, they flew from the top of the umbrella to the woman's face as if the scene were being rewound, twisting and blending to mold the upper half of her face.

The martyr bridge ghost repeats a pre-mortem cycle on the bridge.

Going from under the bridge to the bridge is the process of dying, so they are what they are after death, and the moment when they go from the bridge to the bridge and are about to jump under the bridge is the process of their life, and within that process they will become what they were before they were born again.

The woman in front of me is finally fully restored to her pre-birth appearance.