I recalled, it seems that the last time I saw in the Ning's teahouse, there was such a record of the corpse.

The reason why I still remember it vividly is because the account is so appalling.

It is said that in the thirties and forties of the last century, all kinds of warlords were fighting, **** constantly, and all kinds of demons and monsters were also chaotic.

There is a Mr. Yin and Yang surnamed Yi, who discovered a strange phenomenon when passing by a deserted village.

That is, the village is lifeless, and there is no movement in the whole village, let alone people, not even a living thing.

In those days, the famine was severe, coupled with the plundering of the warlords, large areas of villages were already difficult to feed the people, and countless refugees fled, and deserted villages were normal.

But no matter how desolate the village is, there should be living creatures, such as snakes, rats, frogs, and all kinds of small insects.

But in this village, so to speak, there are not even mosquitoes and flies or anything like that.

It can be seen that this lifeless four words have reached what Cheng dù.

The so-called art master is bold, this Mr. Yi is curious about this deserted village, just in time for the time is almost late at night, in addition to this deserted village, it is also a place where there is no store in front of the village, Mr. Yi simply lived in this deserted village, planning to stay overnight and then hurry.

He walked around the village and found that the few dozen families had already been emptied, but these people seemed to be in a hurry when they left, and they seemed to have brought only some belongings and soft goods with them, and did not even deal with furniture and the like.

The dilapidated houses were crumbling, and every one of them was covered with dust.

After thinking about it, Mr. Yi finally decided to live in the ancestral hall in the village.

First, because he found this ancestral hall very strange and wanted to find out.

It's because the ancestral hall doesn't belong to any family after all, and those who occasionally have a night in it will basically spend the night in the ancestral hall.

Mr. Yi found the ancestral hall of this deserted village in the middle of the village, but he found that the closer he got to this ancestral hall, the colder the air around him became.

Moreover, the doors of the courtyard gates of other houses in the whole village were wide open, but the door of this ancestral hall was closed tightly and faintly, as if something was inside.

The more mysterious this ancestral hall is, the more it stimulates Mr. Yi's curiosity to see it.

Since Mr. Yi was a well-known Mr. Yin and Yang at that time, he was naturally very familiar with the spirit breath and the like, and in the face of such a strange situation, he still decided to go in and take a look, but when he walked to the door of the ancestral hall, he suddenly heard hundreds of screams sounding in the ancestral hall, and this voice was like an invisible force, which fixed him at the door of the ancestral hall.

Mr. Yi's face changed, he could hear that it was the cry for help from hundreds of people before their tragic deaths, miserable and powerless, and extremely infiltrating, if he was an ordinary person standing here, he would not be frozen to death by that cold breath, but he would also be tortured by this voice to the point of insanity.

And that invisible force is the resentment that rushes to the sky, and these resentments seem to tell him not to enter the door.

To say that Mr. Yi is indeed a character, bold and careful, in the industry of Mr. Yin and Yang at that time, he was a well-known real man.

The shouts of hundreds of unjust souls did not make him timid, but he was full of courage, shouted his ancestral mantra, stabilized his mind, slowly pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, and stepped in.

It doesn't matter if you go in, this man, who is known as both the yin and yang worlds, was so frightened that he stood on the spot.

Maybe the word frightened should not be used, it should be shocked by the miserable picture in front of him, and the guide zhì appeared for a short period of distraction.

On the ground of the small ancestral hall, there are densely lying corpses with all kinds of miserable images, some have their stomachs cut open, some have their eyes gouged out, some have broken arms and legs, and some have hollowed out their hearts.

What a scene!

At a glance, a piece of corpses is as miserable as a hell on earth.

He seemed to see countless souls of tragic deaths, and his distorted face was crying to him, as if reminding him of something.

In addition to these cries, he heard a strange voice.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, cluck, cluck, knock, bang......"

It was like something sharp rubbing, like something breaking, and the sound of a hard object pounding between them.

The source of this sound is close at hand, and it is the sound that comes from under the black cloth in the center of the ancestral hall.

This place is usually placed on the offering table. Covered by a black cloth.

But at this time, the utensils covered by the black cloth were not an offering table, but a coffin.

The coffin, which was slightly wide at one end and slightly narrower at the other, was covered by a black cloth and placed in the center of the ancestral hall, exuding an eerie and cold atmosphere.

Mr. Yi looked at this coffin and had a creepy feeling.

The eerie feeling brought to him by this coffin was too strong, and it seemed to be a little more powerful than the zombies he encountered back then.

But no matter how powerful things are, in Mr. Yi's eyes, they are like toys, and in front of his strong heart and excellent skills, no matter how powerful things are, they can only be a plaything.

Mr. Yi felt uncomfortable that the lives of these hundreds of people were gone, even if human lives were as cheap as paper in that era, they should not be slaughtered like this, it was really against the peace of heaven.

Faced with the tragic death of so many people, Mr. Yi was furious, and he vowed to see what kind of monster this coffin contained.

In a fit of rage, Mr. Yi raised his foot and kicked the lid of the coffin away.

Just imagine, a thick coffin, the lid is extremely heavy, but Mr. Yi can kick the coffin lid out with only one kick, which shows the strength of his martial arts and strength.

To Mr. Yi's surprise, as the lid of the coffin flew to the ground, a person sat inside.

This man was unkempt and wearing a tattered shirt, and from a distance, there was nothing special except for the cold yin qi of his body.

But the look on his face after he lifted his hair was terrifying.

Half of the man's face had collapsed, and the entire left side of his face was covered with red flesh, and there was not a trace of skin in sight, half of his eyes hung out of his sockets, and his nose was bloody with only a hole.

He held a thigh in his hand who didn't know who, and was gnawing frantically, and the bloodshot half of the bone was covered with polished tooth marks.

The bone creaked as he gnawed, striking the coffin board with the tugging of his arm.

Seeing Mr. Yi standing in front of him, this guy actually showed a greedy smile, opened his mouth full of blood, spit out a piece of bloody thigh meat, and then pounced on Mr. Yi. R1148