I saw an extremely strange scene. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

All the people standing outside the window were women, to be exact, all of them holding a torch in their hands, facing the sea of flowers on the other side of the village, and the firelight reflected their expressionless faces a little white, not looking like people, or even more like corpses.

Moreover, their eyes are closed.

What are they going to do, are they going to set us on fire? They don't have to engage in such a big battle, or maybe they are holding some mysterious ritual?

In confusion, the old lady standing at the front whispered, to be precise, she didn't open her mouth, the sound came from her throat, it sounded very strange, I felt creepy, because it was not a human voice at all.

When this voice was heard, all the women stepped back in a mechanical and stiff step, and walked along a path towards the deep mountains, and they did not look back, but walked backwards, but how could this be done, could they not have eyes on the back of their heads?

What's even more terrifying is that there is no sound during the whole process, except for the faint and almost inaudible footsteps, and the two of us seem to be watching a shocking silent movie, watching this group of people walk step by step into the depths of the mountain.

"What should I do?" My heart was beating uncontrollably, and I asked Xiao Zhang.

"When they're far away, we'll follow," Xiao Zhang's voice trembled slightly, but he still said without hesitation.

My heart was filled with an indescribable sense of foreboding, and there was even a premonition that if we didn't do something, we might well die before dawn.

The two of us stared out the window until the fires turned into dots at the foot of the mountain, then we put on our backpacks, pushed the door open, and followed lightly.

At the foot of the hill we found a man-made path leading to the top of the mountain, and the group had already reached the halfway point of the mountain, and I really don't know how they walked so fast backwards.

To be on the safe side, we didn't take that path, the mountain is not a barren mountain, there are many trees and bushes to hide, which greatly improves our concealment.

Not long after walking, it suddenly began to rain in the sky, at first it was just drop by drop, and then it fell more and more, like a scoop.

Xiao Zhang and I were directly drenched in soup, our clothes were sticky to our bodies, wet and sticky and very uncomfortable, plus the dark clouds obscured the moonlight, we could only touch the trees to go up, the road became slippery, and it was very difficult to walk.

Fortunately, the two of us have been in and out of such mountains and forests several times, and we can be regarded as having experience, plus we have learned a lot of practical skills from Lao Zhao, and the speed of going up the mountain is not slow, and the rain is very loud, covering up all our voices, so that we can shorten the distance with that group of people without any scruples.

However, we found another very strange thing, that is, it rained so hard, and the torches in their hands were not extinguished.

If it is better to explain elsewhere, the torch may be using some new technology, such as mixing potassium chlorate into the fuel, and when ignited, the potassium chlorate is heated and releases oxygen, so that the torch burns in an oxygen-free environment.

But in this deep mountain and old forest, there is definitely no such technology.

Could it be that these people are really not people, and the torches in their hands are soul-attracting lamps, leading us into the darkness of the Yellow Spring?

While I was thinking about it, the crowd suddenly stopped, and the two of us slowly touched it, hiding in the bushes five meters away from them.

The group ceased all movement, standing on the road like a stake, and time seemed to freeze in this moment, only the rolling wind and rain and the beating torches testified to its pass.

I wondered if they were following someone?

After ten minutes, the rain stopped, the wind gradually stopped, and after the storm, there was a deathly silence, and I could even hear myself and Xiao Zhang's heavy gasps.

After another moment, the group, no, I couldn't tell what they were, turned their backs to us, wiped a handful of rain from their faces, and through the torches in their hands, through the gap in their hair, I saw a blood-red eye on the back of their head.

Could it be that he was discovered?

I was shaken, my heart was filled with a great fear, and I couldn't help but run away, but at this moment, a sound of "rustling" came from the woods behind us, and we squatted in the bushes, and little by little we picked up the branches and leaves in front of us, and saw a vague figure walking out of the woods.

No, these are not people, they are half-dead "fungus people" like Liu Jiabing and Liu Yiding, and some are corpses, the skin and flesh on their bodies have festered, and they were washed away by the torrential rain, revealing their white bones.

A thick rancid smell irritated my nose that could not be washed away even by the torrential rain.

The corpses walked down the road and stood neatly behind the group of women, and I looked at them carefully, and judging from the clothes on their bodies, some had been dead for a long time, and some had just died, but in any case, these should have been victims in the mountains.

I even saw Liu Jiabing and Liu Yiding, but their expressions were completely different from daytime, like two marionettes.

Xiao Zhang pulled my sleeve, pointed to something, and following the direction of his finger, I saw a person, an extremely familiar person, Lao Zhao!

It's just that at this moment, Lao Zhao is also following behind them, his face is expressionless, and he doesn't look like a living person.

Is he dead too?

My brain exploded as soon as I "buzzed", in my impression, Lao Zhao, or General Lian Po during the Warring States Period, was almost an omnipotent god, how could he even be planted here?

The last time we met, he scolded and rode an electric car to find a gas station, how did he turn into a corpse in half a day, was it to find us and suffered an accident?

Last time in the dungeon, I killed my eldest brother, and this time I killed Lao Zhao again, am I really just a broom star who is useless and will only harm the people around me?

For a moment, I seemed to be drained of all my strength, tears flowed down in big drops, and Xiao Zhang held my hand tightly, telling me not to lose my mind.

After I don't know how long, after I calmed down, the crowd continued to move forward, and it was almost to the top of the mountain, so I wiped away my tears and followed again.

Maybe Lao Zhao is not dead, we can still save him, although there is little hope, but we must always try.

On the top of the hill is a temple or something like that, although it is a little old and dilapidated, but it is still very magnificent, and there are some murals painted on the walls of the temple, but it is very blurry, and there is no light source for us to see it clearly at all, and we are not in the mood to see it.

The crowd with torches walked into the temple as if some kind of ancient ritual was being performed, and neither of us could see clearly from the outside.

Anyway, after a long time, they walked out, and a group of people walked mightily down the mountain, and the "fungus people" and corpses slowly walked in after they left.

We also followed, and there were huge torches lit in the temple, which illuminated the inside, and the two of us tiptoed in, where did we have the energy to observe the carved beams and paintings, only to know that in the middle of the temple was a stone statue.

Unlike ordinary temples and Taoist temples, there is only one sculpture enshrined here, and it is not a Buddha or a Sanqing, just a monster with six arms and only one eye on its face.

King?!

The people in this village worship the Witch King, the Witch King who was suppressed by Fuxi, collapsed the Qing Empire, and climbed from hell to the bottom of his heart!

I was so shocked that I almost screamed, but after a closer look, this sculpture is still a little different from the witch king I saw in the mural of the Python River, it should just happen to be more similar.

In front of the monster was a beautifully carved wooden box, inside which was a brocade handkerchief, on which was placed a bright red stone, rugged, more like a meteorite from the sky.

We hid behind an incense burner, sat down and gasped, and when we poked our heads out again, we almost popped our eyes out!

The corpses gathered around the statues, their heads raised, their mouths wide open at an uncanny angle, clusters of white stuff poking out of their mouths and dancing in the air.

Xiao Zhang picked up a piece of gravel from the ground and threw it to a place, but they were not alarmed, the two of us breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated, and burrowed into the corpses, rummaging for a while, but did not find Lao Zhao.

"Let's destroy the brood first," Xiao Zhang patted me, and I remembered the priority of the two of us.

"But," I scratched my head, "where is that thing?" ”

"Their roots, they must be in the ground!" Xiao Zhang said as he took out two shovels from his bag, and the two of us did what we said.

I learned from Lao Zhao how to dig a hole, digging a hole is simply easy, and after a while, a huge ball of bloody things appeared in front of our eyes, this should be the mother nest that Liu Jiabing said.

I glanced at Xiao Zhang, there was only one last step left in the long march, and I raised the shovel and was ready to shoot it to a pulp.

At that moment, I suddenly felt like a man on my back, and when I turned around, I saw that the statue had somehow turned its head and stared at us with that one-eyed staring at us!