Before I tell my bizarre story, let me tell you a little bit about myself.

My name is the undead! Depend on! Typo again!

This damn broken input method!

Let me go crazy and vent for a while!

Yes...... Yes......

It's finally better, sorry for keeping you waiting.

Okay, let's get down to business, I'm called Wang Ling.

I don't know why I've got such a strange name.

I don't know who I ask, but then again, who can I ask?

I haven't had parents since I was a child, of course, it's not that I don't have parents, after all, I'm not old enough to jump out of the cracks in the stone like Monkey King.

According to my grandmother, who raised me, she didn't know who my father was, and her daughter, my mother, suddenly disappeared for a year when she was 18 years old, and when she came back, she was holding me in her arms.

I don't know how many times I've asked my grandmother about that day.

All I know is that every time my grandmother recalls that day, she will cry and always tell me in a choked voice that my mother didn't say a word that day, put me in her arms, turned around and left. It was so resolute that he didn't even look at me one last time.

My grandmother chased me for three miles, and when I came to a cemetery, I was so tired that I fell, and I could only watch my mother's figure get farther and farther away, fading and fading, and finally completely disappeared into a hole in the center of the cemetery.

And that's been 18 years. Because I'm eighteen years old this year. During this time, my mother never came back, and there was no news at all.

And after I grew up and became sensible, I never asked my grandmother again, not because I didn't want to know what my mother had experienced, but because I couldn't bear to see my grandmother heartbroken.

Because, my grandmother is the only relative I have ever seen in this world, and it is also the relative I care about the most, for as long as I can remember, only me and my grandmother have depended on each other, living in a very remote, very poor mountain village.

This small mountain village is so remote that it doesn't even have a decent name, and no one knows what it's called, because it's not on the map.

Of course, it's not that you can't find this place, but on any map, this place is not named.

The only thing you can see on the map is a red circle that encircles our small mountain village, and next to the circle there are only four blood-red words - military restricted area!

The reason why our village is classified as a military restricted area is because, in our village, since ancient times, too many bizarre and strange things have happened.

Except for the children who grew up in the village, who were able to live with each other without incident, the children from outside, including the adults from outside, could not survive the third watch that night! That is, the sub-time.

Zishi is an ancient name, which is converted to modern society, that is, between 11 o'clock in the middle of the night and one o'clock in the morning.

These children and adults who died suddenly and violently died in an extremely cruel state, to be precise, a kind of self-harm. They usually start at eleven o'clock, and their whole body has an inexplicable fever, and the temperature is so high that even their clothes spontaneously combust.

When the clothes on their bodies are reduced to ashes, the whole body of these people begins to appear densely bloodshot, and then the skin on their bodies will automatically fall off.

It didn't take long for the whole body to become bloody and miserable.

And these people themselves don't seem to be conscious, they don't look very painful at all, but they are still very excited.

When the skin is constantly falling off, they who were originally lying in bed in a coma will suddenly wake up, sit up by themselves, tear off the skin that has not yet fallen off with their hands, put it in their mouths, and chew constantly, as if they are tasting the most beautiful food in the world.

After eating the skin, they will then tear off the flesh little by little, starting with the toes of their feet, put it in their mouths, and continue to eat.

Then the calves, thighs, and even the most intimate parts of the base of the thighs were torn off and eaten.

After the second half of the body is finished, they will start with their hands, finish their arms, and then the flesh on their faces, and they will use their fingers, which have become white bones, to insert them into their eye sockets, dig out the eyeballs, and put them in their mouths, as if they are eating lychees, and their mouths will be full of juice.

When the entire head and neck were eaten up and turned into skulls, they were eaten up except for the body from the neck down, and the brain inside the skull.

At this moment, their stomachs are round, and they don't seem to be able to eat anymore.

Just when everyone thought they had no mouth and esophagus and could no longer eat, an amazing scene appeared.

I saw them gently swipe their fingertips on their belly, and the belly cracked, and the internal organs fell on the bed, and when they saw the smelly and bloody internal organs, they seemed to become excited again.

He began to pick them up one by one, put them in his mouth and chew them heavily.

It stands to reason that they should not be able to swallow without their esophagus, but the onlookers were surprised to find that the internal organs that had passed through their teeth and bitten them had strangely turned into a somewhat fluorescent white liquid, which slowly flowed down the cervical vertebrae.

In the process of flowing, these white fluorescent liquids are constantly absorbed by the bones on the cervical vertebrae, and as the liquid is continuously absorbed by the bones, it can be clearly seen that the surface of the bones gradually has a white film.

When the internal organs in the body are eaten except for the heart, their whole body bones have become thicker and stronger than before, and there is a white film with fluorescent fluorescence on the surface, and some patterns like tattoos can be faintly seen on the top of the film.

According to Grandma, over the years, every time they died like this, each person produced a different texture, and the color was not nearly the same, some were pink, some were light blue, some were silver, and even half silver and half gold textures had appeared.

It's just that no one knows what these strange textures represent, and these textures are different from all the patterns that you can usually see, very abstract and indescribable.

By this time, often the hour is almost over, and these people, to be exact, who are only left with a fluorescent white skeleton, will suddenly get out of bed.

After standing up, he walked out with his left hand as if he were carrying a bright lamp, carrying the only bloody heart in his body that had not been eaten.

And the place they went turned out to be the village cemetery, the cemetery is located in the middle of the village, and in the middle of the cemetery there is a mysterious hole, this hole is about ten meters in diameter, and it is covered with black fog all day long.

No one knows how deep that hole is or where it leads.

It is only known that from midnight to dawn, those who approach the cave will be sick at least or insane at worst, and the consequence of insanity is to jump into the cave desperately, so that many people's bones can be seen near the cave and at the mouth of the cave.

Later, in order to prevent children from inadvertently running near the cave to play, the villagers consciously built many graves along the hole, and at night, the ghost fire flickered here, and the black fog was filled, even adults did not dare to take a step closer to see it.

During the entire sub-hour, the villagers who were watching nearby could not get close to these inexplicable self-harming people, and they could not stop them, because once they got closer, they would feel a sharp pain from the depths of their souls.

This kind of severe pain is like the skin and flesh of the body being torn off little by little, which means that these self-mutilating people can actually transfer their pain to other living people nearby.

They themselves don't feel any pain, but enjoy the pleasure of self-harm.

At first, many nearby villagers tried to stop and save them, but later found that not only did they fail to do so, but they also caused themselves to self-harm and even death.

Therefore, gradually, the kind-hearted villagers had to give up, and the only thing they could do was to put a sign at the entrance of the village, and non-villagers were not allowed to enter, otherwise they would bear the consequences.

Whenever the villagers saw outsiders trying to enter the village at the entrance of the village, they would kindly try their best to dissuade them, and tell these bizarre and strange experiences to people passing by.

Of course, most of the outsiders still chose to take a detour with the idea of believing what they have rather than believing what they don't have, but there are also some bold and short-tempered people who have to go to the village, and the villagers really can't stop it, so they have to give up.

And those people, the final result is to become the skeleton of their own living heart and walk into a black hole and end their lives.

It wasn't until one day, after the son of a well-known rich man died violently in our village, that the matter was exposed, and this rich man spent a huge amount of money and hired a professional expedition team to enter the village to investigate the cause of his son's death.

Although the expedition team entered the investigation with the world's most advanced equipment and the best talent, it still returned empty-handed. With the exception of those who survived outside the village, all those who entered the village, without exception, all died of self-mutilation that night.

In the end, the government sent troops to investigate, but not only did they gain nothing, but many well-trained and strong-willed soldiers died, so they had to order the village to be surrounded by heavy troops, and since then it has been listed as a military restricted area, and all news reports about the village have been blocked.

It is also mandatory that except for the villagers who can enter and leave the village freely, outsiders are not allowed to enter, and at the main entrance to the village, the examination procedures are stricter and more careful than those leaving the country, that is, to ensure that no outsiders can blend into the village.

Since then, the village where I grew up has become the most mysterious and terrifying place in the world, and it is also the only village in the country that has been completely closed, as if it has been completely isolated, and has become a dangerous place of isolation from the world.

With the forced intervention of the army, outsiders were finally no longer able to enter the village, so there were no more bloody incidents of self-harm.

As time went on, people gradually forgot about our village. However, a month ago, our village inexplicably disappeared overnight and turned into a huge lake.

Except for me, who was floating on the water and unconscious, and was rescued by the nearby guards, all the other villagers were missing, and although the state sent a water search and rescue team to search the lake for a whole month, no bodies were found, so the mysterious disappearance of our village has become a topic of discussion on the streets and alleys of the country.

In other words, I became the only surviving villager in this village. Naturally, I became a news sensation that shocked the whole country, after all, I was the only villager who knew the truth about the mysterious village's disappearance overnight.

However, when I woke up from a coma for a month, I was escorted by the national special incident investigation team to the village ruins, that is, the shore of the endless lake, and when I was asked by countless reporters to ask the truth, I was always silent, just staring painfully at the disappeared village ruins and falling into memories, and my thoughts returned to the early morning of a month ago......