The little gold bar tried to walk in the shadows as much as possible, but as soon as he looked up, he saw the red moon, and his heart was a little hairy.

This place is so evil, what is it that is playing tricks?

He followed them from a distance, and saw that they were all scrawny, with light steps, and very thin clothes.

These people all followed the devil, and all walked in one direction, looking at their heavy steps, as if something was pressing them out of breath, and then looking at their sad faces, there was a feeling that life was worse than death.

The people in front of them all stopped and gathered together, and there were only sighs in their ears, but no one spoke.

Not to mention, there are dozens of people in this hundred, men, women and children!

"Tie up ......" someone is playing more?

The little gold bar couldn't help but swim ahead, and saw a torch stuck in a crack in a stone, and an old man with a white beard was beating the black thing in his hand.

Every time he struck, he seemed to use all his strength, holding on to a pair of muddy old eyes, and his face was full of messy beards, and he couldn't see his true appearance clearly.

"Ahh

It turned out that the old man struck it, and someone stepped forward and stood in front of a washstand, with a knife on the shelf, and a copper basin below, and they cut their arms with knives one by one, and blood flowed into the copper basin.

"Huh!"

The little gold bars shrank in the corner, and just looked at them, and one by one they stepped forward, sliced their arms with a knife, and poured the blood into the copper basin on the washstand.

These people did not speak, but repeated the action one by one, as if it was not their own blood, and even when the knife slashed their arms, they did not feel pain.

"Yanyan?"

There were only a few people left, but Xiao Jinliang saw Mo Yan standing at the back with a sluggish expression.

Frightened, he quickly slipped over, climbed on top of her, and leaned into her ear: "Hey, wake up, don't tell me, you're sleepwalking?" ”

Without thinking about it, Mo Yan followed the demon, his eyes were blank, and his hands hung on both sides.

"Yanyan, don't scare me!"

The little gold bar slid into her hand as he spoke, and took a bite of her.

"Ouch......" Mo Yan screamed in pain.

She shuddered and found that she was surrounded by people, their faces were gray, and they were staring at her with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"Damn, what's the situation?"

"Who are you?" The white-bearded old man spoke suddenly, his voice so hoarse that he could barely hear it as if there was sand in his throat.

"Grandpa, my name is Mo Yan, you can call me Xiao Mo, Xiao Yan is fine."

Although Mo Yan had just woken up, he felt that this old man, except that his face was a little paler and his eyes were a little gray, there was no malice.

"How did you get in?"

"Of course it was a two-legged walk-in!"

After she finished speaking, she took two steps: "By the way, old man, do you have anything to eat here?" ”

Little gold bars really want to knock her brain open and see what's inside?

In such a strange bamboo forest, facing a group of inexplicable people, she should ask: Who are you? How is it here?

"Food?" The white-bearded old man glared at her as if he were looking at a monster.

"Ah, that's the one who is hungry." Mo Yan didn't know why he was surprised.

"Come with me!" The old man nodded, picked up the torch and walked ahead.

Look at him bent over his waist and staggering forward, every movement seems so laborious, his bony body swaying in the wind.

In the last years, this idiom came to mind, she sniffed and strode forward, walking forward side by side with the old man.

"Grandpa, are you old this year?"

The old man glanced sideways at her, stretched out two fingers, thought for a moment and stretched out another finger.

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, how old are the three fingers?

"More than 300 years old!" The old man let out a heavy sigh after speaking.

"Huh?" She flashed to the side in fright.

What's that?

Is he more than three hundred years old?

"Little girl, there are still five hundred years old here, we are all people who want to die but can't die!"

"Oh Mom, yes!" Are there still people in this world who have lived for hundreds of years?

Note: Are they all people who want to die but can't?

What exactly is this place?

"Well, old man, are you sure you're not talking nonsense?"

"Foolish?" The old man stopped, shone a torch at her, and said, "I am not at all confused. ”

"Well, let me ask you, the life expectancy of a normal person is more than a hundred years at most, how can you be more than three hundred years old?"

"Alas......"

The old man sighed heavily: "It's all because I'm too greedy, and now I'm like this!" ”

"Is this a person, they are all afraid of death, it's just a matter of dying early and dying late?" Although Mo Yan didn't know what he was greedy for? What strange thing must have happened?

"Girl, I can't imagine that you are young, but you understand people's hearts?" The old man looked back at her again, and under the torches, the big dark eyes were exceptionally bright and shining.

If he knew that there was a little talking golden snake in her arms, he would know what she had been through?

"Grandpa, don't guess, something must have happened to you, right?"

"yes!"

The old man pointed to the crowd slowly moving forward: "We are the villagers here, there are about more than 300 people, more than 200 years ago, the people in the village suddenly got a strange disease, one by one died, some people were afraid, moved away, there were only less than 100 people left, later, a Taoist priest came, said that there is a fairy land on this mountain, if we move in to live, we can live forever." ”

"Immortality?"

Who do you think Qin Shi Huang is?

In order to live forever, but after all his efforts, didn't he die in the end?

"That Taoist priest doesn't know what spell he cast? Let us sacrifice our blood on the night of the red moon to save us from dying. ”

"Huh?" Although Mo Yan was enchanted just now, she was not blind: "Then, what about that Taoist priest?" ”

"He comes once or twice a year." The old man shook his head, his eyes full of remorse.

"No, he asked you to donate blood, so you will donate blood?" Mo Yan shook his head.

"Alas......" sighed again: "Since the people in our village moved into this fairy land, no one can go out, and they can't come out during the day, only at night, can they come out, every day watching the moon climb up, until one day the moon becomes red, we know that the time to donate blood is up." ”

"So after all these years, you haven't thought about leaving here?"

"I want to, I want to do it very much, but I can't get out, because we're not human now."

The old man shook his head again: "Someone ran out during the day, and we watched him turn into a pile of white bones, and later, at night, someone wanted to leave, but as soon as he got close to the bamboo forest, he died." ”