Chapter 5: Horror

Looking at himself in the mirror, Fang Jian had a feeling of unreality, his originally slightly obese body had become slender and strong, his skin was shining like bronze in the sun, the puffy bags under his eyes were gone, and the newly grown hair piles made his scalp look blue and shiny.

The eyebrows that have just grown and the stubble on the face look a little funny, where does the whole person look a little middle-aged? It's a mighty man under the age of thirty!

was originally a carefree old scholar, but now he has become a tall and mighty young man, Fang Jian doesn't know whether to be happy or sad!

A stylish 250 motorcycle was parked in the yard, dusted off, revealing a well-maintained blue paint, no key, returned to the master bedroom, found a spare key in the corner cabinet next to the bed, a little fire, the engine made a beautiful roar, everything was ready, Fang Jian found a piece of charcoal, and left a line of large letters on the white wall of the living room.

(The matter is urgent, disturbing your family, all the uses, double in the future, Jiazhou Fang Jian stays)

Closing the gate and riding the motorcycle, Williams jumped on the recoil and slowly drove out of the mountain along the mountain road that was gradually complete.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, but compared to walking, it is already heaven and earth, an hour later, a small village appeared in front of you, more than a dozen farmhouses scattered between the green mountains and green waters, the wind blows the bamboo forest and makes a swishing sound, the plants in the field grow luxuriantly, what a peach paradise!

When I finally saw the village, I was in a good mood, and now I can find someone to ask.

In a chic courtyard on the side of the road ahead, Fang Jian stopped the car and walked towards the yard, and the dog suddenly barked eagerly.

"Williams, don't scream"

Fang Jian scolded and gently pushed open the courtyard door.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the quiet courtyard was a little cold, the strong smell of blood came to his face, Fang Jian couldn't help but shudder, the door of the living room was open, Fang Jian walked over, raised his head, and took a step back in fright, there was a man hanging on the beam of the living room, his eyes were bulging, his tongue was long sticking out of his mouth, his skin was dry and black, and he emitted a foul smell, it seemed that he had been dead for several days.

Wang, Wang

There was a rapid barking of a puppy in the courtyard, Fang Jian hurriedly looked back and saw that Xiao Wei was roaring desperately at the kitchen next to the courtyard, Fang Jian hurriedly rushed over and pushed open the door.

Yes! Fang Jian gasped, there were two mutilated corpses lying in the kitchen, one was a woman, the other was a child, the child's head had been lifted, the white * was mixed with blood, half of the face had no muscles, revealing the white bones of the people, and what was even more terrifying was that the stomach exploded, the intestines mixed with liquid flowed outside, and the woman next to her had several holes in her body, her head seemed to have been cut off with a knife, and the head that rolled in the corner was covered with black, green liquid, blood and minced flesh splashed all over the house, and the fishy smell went straight to the brain, making people unable to breathe.

Fang Jian rushed out of the door, bent over and vomited desperately, vomiting all the food this morning, and only after half a sound did he gasp for breath and straighten his waist.

Fang Jian, who has lived for dozens of years, is considered well-informed and has seen too many lives and deaths, but it is the first time he has seen such a bloody scene.

Wangwang, the puppy barked wildly, jumped out, bit Fang Jian's shoes, and dragged desperately into the house, as soon as Fang Jian raised his head, he was suddenly frightened.

Oh, woo ~ woo...

I saw the corpse hanging from the beam of the room writhing incessantly, and a whining hoarse cry came out of my throat.

Ah, the ghost~!

Fang Jian howled in fright, turned around and ran out, escaped onto the road, straddled the motorcycle and rushed out crookedly, Xiao Wei desperately followed behind the motorcycle.

At this moment, Fang Jian was completely confused, his heart was full of infinite fear, his mind was blank, and he just wanted to leave this ghost place quickly.

After driving for several miles, Fang Jian stopped on the side of the road, slowly calmed down from his fright, and looked at the mountain village in the distance, with a look of disbelief, but there was no living person in the village even after such a big movement.

What happened to the family? It looks like a woman eats a child, a man kills a woman, and the man finally commits suicide, the most terrible thing is that the man comes back from the dead, such a bloody plot was actually encountered by himself, Fang Jian doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but what is the resurrection? Are there really ghosts, what the hell is going on in this world?

Fang Jian no longer had the joy of escaping, only helplessness and confusion about the future, listlessly riding on the country road, and he no longer had the courage to investigate the farmhouse that flashed on the side of the road.

There was the sound of the engine in the air, the buzzing sound came from far and near, and a helicopter flew from a distance, with a green shell and a red logo, it was a military plane, and the horn under the fuselage was constantly calling.

"Comrades of the villagers have paid attention, please gather at the intersection of the expressway, and the government will arrange for everyone to check, and the comrades of the villagers have paid attention. . . ."

The horn kept shouting, the helicopter flew into the distance, Fang Jian looked up at the sky blankly, looking at the distant plane, tears involuntarily slid down his face, for the first time in a few days, he heard the voice of a person, the voice of a compatriot, Fang Jian froze.