He was blocked by me and looked at me with some headaches. I told him my guess, but he sneered and shook his head to get around and head to the village.

He went to the left, and I moved to the left to block his way, and I asked, "You haven't said who you are, don't go." ”

He squinted at me playfully and didn't say a word.

I was about to continue to ask him about his origin, when suddenly a strange color crossed his eyes, and his fair face changed slightly, as if he had sensed something in advance.

I saw that his face was not very good-looking, and I was a little nervous, and I was about to open my mouth to ask him what was wrong.

As a result, he reacted quickly, directly reached out to cover my mouth, and then turned around and retreated to the abandoned corner next to him, he stared at the horizontal eyebrows and said calmly, "Don't speak." ”

I blinked my eyes to show that I understood, which made him let go of the hand covering my mouth, and then he turned his head to look out through the corner, wondering if he saw something.

I pressed my back against the wall, and after a few moments I whispered to him what had happened, but he was not ready to explain.

At this time, there was a strange sound of gongs and drums in the distance.

This sound is familiar to me, and it is also very sensitive, it is the funeral music that is played only when the dead people are in the village, and I am afraid to listen to this kind of sound when I am a child.

The direction of the sound came from the entrance of the village, a group of people gathered around a coffin, their heads wrapped in white cloths, the distance and fog, it was impossible to see what they looked like.

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However, their steps were like walking corpses, swaying all the way, and I saw that they were walking on tiptoe, with their necks stretched out very long, and very strange.

The dead in the village are all funerals during the day, and this is the first time I have seen them in the middle of the night.

But when I looked closely, I felt that it was not like that, and the group of people walked very fast in the fog as if they were carrying a hazy mist, and they did not leave the village, but went up to our village road.

Carrying a black coffin to our village in the middle of the night!?

The point is that the strange appearance of walking on tiptoe has an indescribable weirdness, and the neck is not stretched like a normal person, and I have experienced some things anyway.

At a glance, you can see that there is no living person in this group of strange-looking things surrounding the coffin.

Seeing this strange thing with my own eyes this time, cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and I carried the coffin to our village at night, what was I going to do?

"Are those zombies?"

I saw that the couple was still far away, so I whispered behind him and asked him softly.

He shook his head and said lightly, "Wandering spirits! ”

My heart trembled, and I even met a group of imps carrying a coffin into the village in the middle of the night.

The group of things walked in the gray fog with a strange look, and the speed was not very much, I shivered and took out my mobile phone to look at the time, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening.

If you are in the city, you will definitely not dare to come out of the ordinary things, but in this remote and poor mountainous area, it is different.

Zhong Bai told me that where there are more people, ghosts are generally afraid of Yangsheng.

However, like this old mountain village, the forest is dense and sparsely populated, and the yin qi is too heavy.

I was so frightened that I put my phone back in my pocket, and then hid behind him to watch the group of imps carrying the coffin towards the village as they passed us into the village.

I almost screamed when I saw the face of a man in old ragged clothes from the seventies and eighties in the back of the moonlight through the hazy mist.

Half of his face was rotten, revealing a skeleton with a black hole.