Chapter 360: Yinshan Village

Mu Sicheng scratched his chin, and was about to ask for more details when the sound of a bench moving suddenly appeared in front of him, startling him.

The two old men sitting in front of them stood up stiffly and pressed the FM to turn off the TV, but this old TV with bad contact seemed to be not good enough to be turned off, the old man hung his head and kept pressing the button, and the picture of the TV became distorted and overlapped, and the voices in the TV became shrill and high-frequency.

Mu Sicheng was about to ask what he was doing, when Bai Liu tapped Mu Sicheng on the shoulder, indicating that he should look under the cabinet.

The TV's plug was lying there quietly, not plugged in at all.

Unplugged TV with artificially dubbed voices ......

Mu Sicheng slowly turned his head to Bai Liu , a cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and verbally mouthed, "So this isn't any TV footage at all ......"

"It's the actual picture." Bai Liu said calmly.

The changing images on the TV turned violently, and froze.

On top of the black and white screen appeared Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, cowering in the corner.

Around them stood at some point a circle of women with their heads hanging down, wearing birthday suits and carrying birthday hankies, and directly in front of them were two more open coffins.

Behind that narrow TV slowly stretched out a pair of green and black hands, and a head full of black cracks burrowed out from around the TV, its features pulled into strange shapes, and squinted its eyes at Bai Liu as they looked at them in death.

The head of the old man with his back to them turned a hundred and eighty degrees, a look of spiteful loathing on his loving face, and his mouth stood on its teeth, emitting a dubbed human voice of the kind you'd expect from a television set:

"You descendants have finally returned, drag them to the mass graves, and put them to rest!"

Bai Liu did not hesitate to pull up Mu Sicheng, who was still in a daze, jumped over the two coffins in front of him, and got up to run.

Behind the ghosts with black gas, like spiders from the neck and abdomen out of the joints limbs and feet, scattered to the wall crawling, grimacing after Bai Liu them, the two old man's head twisted to the back, the mouth of the hey, hey, hey, hey, while waving back and forth arms and legs, walking backwards to chase Bai Liu.

Although these two old men are walking backwards, but the speed is extremely fast, a few blinks of an eye is about to touch the corner of Mu Sicheng's coat, green and white aging face floats a wave of joy, sharp teeth bare open, saliva dripping.

"Shit!" Mu Sicheng came back to his senses and anticlimactically tugged on Bai Liu's arm, running wildly all the way up.

Mu Sicheng rushed all the way out of the door of the house, with those things in hot pursuit, and the dark Yinshan village was filled with mist, Mu Sicheng had wanted to go straight in the direction of the temple, as this place was surely the safest.

When they were about to run to the temple, Mu Sicheng stared and realized that the lights at the entrance of the temple were flickering on and off, and under the interplay of light and darkness, he could vaguely see that next to the wreaths of flowers placed on the ground at the entrance of the temple, there stood five figures waving their hands slowly and shakily at them as if they were being called to go over.

Mu Sicheng stepped in slightly to find five old men in birthday suits, their faces green and black and purple, with loving but creepy smiles on their faces, beckoning and waving black fingernails that were more than an inch long, one at a time.

Inside the temple were seven coffins neatly opened.

"Five here, two in the house, exactly seven." Bai Liu made a quick judgment, "The Yin Qi is too heavy at this point now, these seven old men have run out of their coffins, and the temple can't go back inside."

Mu Sicheng ran wildly while asking urgently, "Then where are we going?!"

Bai Liu made a snap decision, "It's not safe to go anywhere at this hour, go to the bridge mass grave."

"Huh?!" Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded, "What for!"

"To dig a grave." Bai Liu replied calmly.

Mu Sicheng asked creepily and rhetorically, "Digging graves? Why?!"

"The Huang Li division records the village's matters of joy, funerals, marriages and marriages, and during funerals, they will write biographies of the corpses that are buried, and together with the village official of the day, Huang Li, they will be buried in the graves." Bai Liu quickly explains as he runs, "This side of the grave was repaired later, and the corpses buried are those that meet certain conditions, most of the people from Yinshan Village are not buried in this grave."

Mu Sicheng reacted, "Are you saying that what happened to those men when they died more than a hundred years ago was written down in Huang Li by this Huang Li master and buried in the mountains along with their coffins?"

"That's right." Bai Liu nods, "And it's not just that, do you remember in the catacombs when we met the paper doorman crossing the ghost bridge to drive out the zombies? I think those zombies are the same men who are buried on the other side of the hill and died outside."

"Yes, those zombies were torn in pieces and then sewn back together, just like on TV, or the husbands of those martyred bridge ghosts ...... " Mu Sicheng snapped, "Yes! "

Bai Liu sprinted towards the village entrance, breathing unevenly but speaking fast: "The paper Taoist is the incarnation of the zombie Taoist, which on the one hand drove these zombie men over the bridge from the hill towards the village, on the other hand, manipulated the ghosts of the ghosts to move those bridal coffins out of the graves and move them to the village, and in the end, it also sucked out the anger of the last seven descendants of the village. "

"Waiting until in the first seven days of this extreme number of convergence, so thick Yin grudges of things gathered into Yin Qi, coupled with this lasted for a hundred years of the evil art of refining corpses, is enough to make this zombie Taoist incarnate in the world, and go on a killing spree."

Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village and finally stopped.

The ghosts behind him hissed in fear from afar, as if they were afraid of something here and didn't dare to come close easily, while Bai Liu, beside the village entrance pagoda in front of him, stood a tall, tall, tall Taoist zombie with his hands held up flat, his face and body covered with yellow talismans but not moving.

Bai Liu quietly looked at this zombie for a while, and suddenly walked up and tore open the two Yin corpse talismans on this zombie's face.

The zombie's face was roughly revealed after removing the two charms on its face.

Not in keeping with his tall looks, the zombie had closed eyes, darkness around them, a clean, handsome brow, and a dead-white complexion.

Mu Sicheng took a look and drew a breath of cold air again, his eyes repeatedly wandered between Bai Liu's face and this zombie, and finally looked almost into two mosquito eyes, "...... Bai Liu, this zombie looks just like you!"

That's right, except for its height, this zombie is almost exactly the same as Bai Liu, who has been working late all night for a week and has lost his vitality.

Bai Liu was very calm: "I use evil magic, this zombie Taoist is also good at evil magic, I should be his descendant, it's normal to look like me."

"You already knew that this zombie looks just like you, that's why you used so many Yin Corpse Talismans to paste its face to keep Kong Xuyang and the others from realizing it when you let it out." Mu Sicheng suddenly realized something, "This zombie didn't chase you, also because you are his descendant, right?"

Bai Liu faded, "I suppose so."

"...... strange ah ......" Mu Sicheng touched his chin, "Didn't you say that Kong Xuyang and the others played a game? If they are so afraid of this zombie, they should have seen this zombie, right? Seeing that this zombie's face looks like the face of one of the players around them, didn't they realize the setting of role-playing descendants?"

"I've thought about that too." Bai Liu was thoughtful, "But judging from their last reaction, I think Kong Xuyang was very fearful and evasive of this zombie's close encounters, shrinking his head and crawling furiously on the ground as soon as the zombie approached him, I feel like he shouldn't have faced this zombie head-on."

"And Yang Zhi keeps turning his head to look at this zombie, I think he's seen this zombie's face before."

"When you say it like this, I also think it's a bit strange, Yang Zhi and this Kong Xuyang should both have played this game once, but Yang Zhi is like totally unaware of a lot of things, just like us, in the temple he kept asking Kong Xuyang, but there are some things that he knows better. ......" Mu Sicheng wrinkled his brow in deep thought, "For example, Yang Zhi has obviously faced this zombie, but he doesn't look like he knows about the Posterity Setting at all, obviously he can probably guess it just by seeing the zombie's face. "

"Why can't Yang Zhi remember it? Obviously this game is so horrible."

Bai Liu suddenly changed the subject, "Under what kind of circumstances do you think a person would forget a scene that had a strong impact on them?"

Mu Sicheng thought for a moment, "Encountered a more impactful one? Forgetfulness? Amnesia?"

"Tsk." Mu Sicheng shook his head as he frowned, "All these reasons are a bit far-fetched, and Yang Zhi doesn't look like he's lost his memory, we're the ones who've lost our memory, so how come it's him who doesn't remember this scene instead is really weird."

Bai Liu slowly turned his head to Mu Sicheng and gave a smile, "You remind me."

Mu Sicheng was numbed by Bai Liu's smile, "Remind you of what?"

"There's another possibility for a person to confuse forgetting the strong impact scenes they've encountered, in addition to memory loss." Bai Liu looked at the zombie's face like his own, "That would be remembering confusingly."

Mu Sicheng was nuts: "Confused? That's not true. It wasn't decades ago, how could he have gotten it wrong?"

"If this is for Yang Zhi, it was decades ago." The corner of Bai Liu's mouth curved into an arc, "Don't you think it's slightly unfair to both of us contestants to lose our memories as soon as we enter here, in a game of a tournament nature?"

Mu Sicheng hesitated, "What do you mean?"

"I was wondering." Bai Liu looked to Mu Sicheng, "It's a game with a bizarre setting like ghosts and gods, does Yang Zhi have any powers of his own as a player, like having a charm that devours memories or something like that."

"And devouring decades of memories from both of us combined caused his own memories to blur, leaving him with his own memory confused and unable to remember much of what he experienced in his last game."

"Including this zombie's face."

Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu's deduction was really outrageous, and just wanted to open his mouth to refute it, but Mu Sicheng thought carefully and realized that Yang Zhi's inconsistencies could be matched, so he had to swallow his refutation.

Having your own memories swallowed is really diabolizing and stomach-churning, like having a diary you hid behind your parents' backs made into a PowerPoint loop in front of a stranger who doesn't have the best intentions for you.

Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms and asked, "What if Yang Zhi really swallowed our memories? He won't find anything in our memories to use against us, right?"

"Against us?" Bai Liu smiles wistfully, "Are your memories something so harmless?"

Mu Sicheng froze, "No, something will happen if the memories are looked at by trash like Yang Zhi, right!"

Bai Liu retracted his gaze towards Mu Sicheng and looked towards the endless black night outside of Yinshan Village, and spoke flatly, "Some people's memories may be marshmallows, swallowing them won't be a big deal and they will still sweeten back up, and some people's memories may be diary entries, swallowing them gives them a handle to blackmail people."

"I don't think my memories should be anything pleasant for me to be able to develop that kind of personality."

Bai Liu turned back with a crooked smile, "Swallowing it might be as painful as swallowing a razor blade."