Feng Rui got up and walked to the tree, looked closer, and found that the symbols were like patterns, similar to hieroglyphs to be precise, but he couldn't understand what he was trying to express.

And at the root of the tree, many blood-red mushrooms grow.

Feng Rui had never seen a mushroom of this color, but he also knew that the brighter the color of the mushroom, the more poisonous it was, but he was curious, so he took out his dagger and touched it.

As soon as the dagger touched the mushroom, the mushroom oozed a bright red liquid like blood, which startled Feng Rui and immediately got up.

Seeing this, Shan Zhenping asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Feng Rui shook his head and said, "Not much." ”

Shan Zhenping picked up the can, walked out of the house, sat side by side with the old man, and asked, "Old man, may I ask, what about the other people in this village?" ”

Shan Zhenping has always been puzzled, this village was built in the Eight Wounds, and all houses were built around big trees, not to mention clay sculptures everywhere, except for the old man, there was no one else in sight.

The old man said coldly: "It's all here, can't you see it?" ”

The old man's words shocked Shan Zhenping, he didn't know what the old man meant, but he still subconsciously looked around, smiled reluctantly, and asked, "Old man, are you kidding, it's just the three of us here." ”

The old man just smiled faintly and said nothing more.

Shan Zhenping asked again: "What is the name of this village?" ”

The old man said, "Crying Village." ”

Shan Zhenping asked, "Which word?" ”

The old man said, "Weeping and crying." ”

Shan Zhenping nodded: "You are also Chinese, right?" The people here used to come from China, right? ”

The old man turned his head to look at Shan Zhenping: "Since the third year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty, Menggen's Mansion has been set up here, which is subordinate to the Yunnan Political Division. ”

Shan Zhenping nodded slowly, and then understood: "I see, no wonder you also speak Chinese." ”

As the conversation between the two continued, a man suddenly walked into the village, wearing a hat and a robe, carrying a huge basket, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet, on which various plants were hung, as if he were a person who had come into the mountains to collect medicine.

The man walked straight to the two of them, stopped, and lifted the hat with his hand, revealing a face like a skeleton.

Shan Zhenping got up and said, "Hello." ”

The man's gaze fell on Shan Zhenping's face, stopped slightly, and then looked at the old man beside Shan Zhenping, then moved his next step, changed his angle, and looked at Feng Rui sitting in the room.

Shan Zhenping didn't know what this person was doing, maybe it was a villager here, could it be that this house was his home?

Just as Shan Zhenping was about to ask, the man asked in fluent Chinese, "Foreigner?" ”

Shan Zhenping nodded and said, "Yes, we are passing by." ”

The man asked, "From Yunnan?" ”

Shan Zhenping nodded.

The man looked Shan Zhenping up and down, staring at his military uniform: "Deserter? ”

Shan Zhenping smiled awkwardly, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

The man didn't say anything, turned around and left, Shan Zhenping looked at the man suspiciously, and then looked at the old man, but the old man didn't say a word, as if he couldn't see the person or hear the conversation between the two.

After the man walked about four or five meters away, he stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at the bone disc on Shan Zhenping's waist, and just looked at it.

Shan Zhenping followed his gaze and looked at the bone disc around his waist and began to be vigilant.

The man turned around again, his back to Shan Zhenping, as if thinking about something, and after a while he turned and walked towards Shan Zhenping, then sat down on the steps, took out something that looked like a rabbit's leg, and gnawed it.

Shan Zhenping asked tentatively: "Excuse me, are you a villager here?" ”

The man chewed the dried meat for a long time before he said, "I am a living man." ”

What the? This man's answer is similar to what the old man had said, what does this mean? Could it be that none of the people living in this village are alive?

Thinking of this, Shan Zhenping subconsciously looked at the clay sculptures around him, looking at it, he seemed to understand something, and quickly turned around to look at Feng Rui in the house, Feng Rui was full of food and drink at this time, and was sitting there fiddling with the compass.

Crying Village? Clay? Living? Dead person? Shan Zhenping kept repeating these words in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, and even came up with the idea of leaving immediately.

It was late at night, the three of them were still sitting on the steps, Shan Zhenping yawned and was about to go into the house to sleep, but Feng Rui came out and said, "Brother Shan, it's too humid here, let's make a fire to roast?" ”

Shan Zhenping nodded silently, Feng Rui was looking for combustibles around, but after looking for a long time, even if he found some wood, it was too humid to ignite, so he had to inform Shan Zhenping and decided to look for it outside the village.

Shan Zhenping went back to the house to guard Guan Kang'an, who was dying, and the man with the hat was still sitting on the steps with the old man, until Feng Rui came back with a bundle of dry branches, the old man got up and left, walked to a room in the distance and sat down, still maintaining his previous posture.

When Feng Rui took out his lighter and lit the bonfire, a satisfied smile finally appeared on his face.

But at this moment, the man with the hat said coldly: "Don't be too happy. ”

Shan Zhenping and Feng Rui both looked at the man with a hat, not knowing what he meant, but after a while, the two of them understood, because the originally blazing bonfire began to weaken and finally went out directly.

Feng Rui hurriedly went to order it again, and although it was lit, the bonfire was extinguished not long after, and it was completely unclear why it was so.

Feng Rui looked up at Shan Zhenping suspiciously, and Shan Zhenping looked at the man in the hat.

The man in the hat slowly exhaled: "When I met you here, we are also fateful, if you want to leave the Crying Village alive, you have to listen to me." ”

Shan Zhenping asked, "What do you mean?" ”

The man with the hat looked at the bone disc on Shan Zhenping's waist: "You are a dangling foot, right?" ”

When Shan Zhenping heard this, his whole body was like being electrified, and Feng Rui was also stunned, because "hanging foot" is another name for sewing thousands of corpses, because in the past, when driving corpses, some people claimed that the so-called driving corpses only lifted the corpses with bamboo poles to move forward, so the feet of the corpses were suspended on the ground, so there was a more elegant name for hanging feet.

In order to prevent the outside world from knowing their secrets, the Quilting Thousand Corpses Organization simply made mistakes and did not explain, and acquiesced to this external name.

But this title has disappeared for hundreds of years, and no one has known it except for the heretic, and the man in the hat suddenly said it, indicating that he is also a heretic.

The man in the hat said slowly: "Don't guess my identity anymore, I'm a bone hunter." ”

Bone Hunter!? Shan Zhenping stared at the man with a hat, and Feng Rui's heart was also surprised, because in the different ways, the bone hunters are also the most elusive group of people, and the legend is that a group of Taoist priests who originated from the Western Jin Dynasty for alchemy, and they can do whatever it takes to make alchemy, and finally got out of the original track and became a group of extremely strange guys.

Shan Zhenping hugged his fists and said: "I don't know if it's a Taoist friend, I'm sorry, I don't know what to call it?" ”

The man in the hat said, "Master gave me the name Forbidden Evil, so you can call me Forbidden Evil." ”

Shan Zhenping said: "It turned out to be a forbidden senior brother. ”

Forbidden looked at the old man in the distance: "This is called Wailing Village, to put it bluntly, it is the Village of the Dead, have you seen those clay sculptures around?" They are all dead people, and after they die, they are wrapped in mud, and then put in the posture before death, where they died before they died, they were placed there, they died on the bed, and the clay sculptures were on the bed, and if they died at the intersection, they would be placed at the intersection, so this is actually a cemetery. ”

The forbidden words surprised Shan Zhenping and Feng Rui, and the two didn't expect the truth to be like this at all.

Shan Zhenping immediately asked: "Senior Brother Forbidden Evil, you should also know that this is the Eight Wounds Land, how could they choose the graveyard in the Eight Wounds Land?" Isn't that tantamount to hurting yourself? ”

The forbidden untied the water bag on his waist: "About ten miles away from here, there is another village, called the Dumb Village, the Crying Village is built by the Dumb Village, the purpose is to settle the dead people in the Dumb Village, but I have not found out the origin of this group of people, I only know that their behavior is very strange, if I remember correctly, the Eight Wounds Land is the place of the most yin, plus the dense woods here, there is no daylight all year round, it can be said to be the yin of the yin, you are hanging feet, you should know, this kind of place is usually used for what to do." ”

Feng Rui looked at Shan Zhenping when he heard this, and Shan Zhenping looked around, gasped, and asked in a low voice, "Yin refining?" ”

Forbidden nodded silently. The so-called refining yin is also the meaning of refining corpses, and the sewing of thousands of corpses has been studying for thousands of years how to make people stay in the yang world after death, to put it bluntly, it is the zombie in folklore.

But the thousand corpses don't think so, they think that what they have created is another kind of creature, not a zombie without any consciousness, so they go all over the world to find the seven spirits, only the seven spirits can turn the living into immortal creatures, which is also their ultimate goal of refining yin.

In other words, are these people in the dumb village also a branch of the Thousands of Corpses faction?

After Shan Zhenping raised his own questions, he shook his head and said: "I don't know, according to my observation, they don't seem to have much to do with your hanging feet, in short, after you entered the village, you were infected with the obscure poison here, and the time for detoxification has long passed." ”

"Poison?" Feng Rui slowly got up and looked at the forbidden sha, "What is that?" ”

Forbiddenness explained: "The Crying Village is the place of the most yin, obscure poison is a kind of toxin that accumulates over time in this place, this kind of thing can change people's bodies, if the living person is contaminated with this poison, as long as they do not leave the scope of this Crying Village, they can live for a long time without eating, drinking or sleeping, and live until they even forget the time, and eventually even forget who they are, and then become a walking corpse, and the most terrible thing is that you can watch your body slowly decay and die little by little in a conscious state." ”

Feng Rui was dumbfounded: "Then aren't we finished?" ”

Shan Zhenping asked: "Senior Brother Bansha, if you dare to walk in, it means that you have a way to detoxify?" Is that right? ”

"Before I came in, I ate the herbs to avoid obscurity, so I will be fine, but you have already been poisoned, and I also said that the time for detoxification has long passed." ”

Shan Zhenping's face turned pale: "Then, aren't we going to die?" ”

Forbidden said coldly: "Otherwise, you don't leave here, and end up in a pile of rotten meat, or you can ask that old man." ”

Feng Rui asked at this time, "What if we leave now?" ”

Forbidden said: "Within a hundred meters, the body will become full of holes, and eventually die of blood." ”