Chapter 337: Yinshandi Village

Kong Xuyang sat on the long bench with a calm face, his cheeks twitching faintly, and Yang Zhi stood beside him to pat his back smoothly.
Old God Bai Liu was sitting on the bench against Kong Xuyang on the ground. Kong Xuyang was so angry that he smiled friendly.
Kong Xuyang was so angry that he almost took off on the spot. He glared at Bai Liu as a deterrent, and hammered his knees, but before he could give himself a knee-jumping reflex, he kicked Bai Liu delicately.
Bai Liu smiled again, "My fellow, you are so cute, you still play with this."
Yang Zhi turned his head and bit his lower lip, without making himself laugh.
Kong Xuyang ""
It doesn't matter, life will pass soon.
Bai Liu thoughtfully changed the subject, "My fellow, you are willing to trade with me, and you didn't kill my teammate, a kind man, then I won't blackmail you, you will be able to get what I trade with you."
When Kong Xuyang heard Bai Liu calling himself a kindhearted person, his face twitched twice, and he was wary of "what".
"Let the fellow you talk to me for a while." Bai Liu looked at Kong Xuyang and smiled on his face, "Although I am a stranger in Yinshan Village, I don't seem to remember anything. I hope you can take me with you."
Kong Xuyang’s eyebrows must be twisted, "You go around such a big circle, just to let me take you."
Bai Liusha nodded pretentiously, "I am unfamiliar with the place where I am born, and I am afraid to leave alone."
Kong Xuyang shrank away from the coffin beside the idol, still trembling, Mu Sicheng, and then slowly turned his gaze back to the ashes jar with Bai Liu's stepping foot.
Kong Xuyang ""
What does it mean to be afraid that Bai Liu will look back and see how your teammates are performing? Can I perfuse me?
Bai Liu didn't seem to worry that Kong Xuyang would leave it behind. After reaching a simple verbal agreement, he smiled and started to talk to the other party about "What are Confucius and Yang doing in the village this time?"
Yang Zhi, Kong Xuyang ""
It's really nothing more than called Brother Shang.
Yang Zhi looked at Kong Xuyang on request, and after getting the approval of the other party, he mysteriously explained, "We're going back to the cultural relics business."
Bai Liu suddenly "Oh, Brother Yang and Brother Confucius go back to the tomb"
Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhiqi together.
That's right, we played the role of two tomb robbers. This time, the main purpose of this time is to steal and excavate the funerary objects in the main tomb of the ancient tomb. This is also an identity side mission.
Kong Xuyang hadn't planned to conceal Bai Liu's identity, so that we were going to the tomb just below the ancestral home of Bai Liu's. Without the "person" of Bai Liu, we would not go.
Bai Liu was lost in thought.
Just now, the bride in the coffin mentioned three kinds of people who will never leave Yinshan Village alive.
This kind of person does not respect the ancestors, this obviously speaks of the supernatural anchor Mu Sicheng.
Breeders crowing and dog thief, this is no accident to Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang.
There are also those who forget their ancestors.
Bai Liu lowered his gaze to look at the manuscript of Maoshan Witchcraft that he was pregnant with.
The ancestors of Yinshan Village have respected Taoism for generations, believed in Taoism, and were very pious for this belief. As a result, Bai Liu actually practised a wicked trick to repay his debts. Infidelity and filial piety accounted for all of them.
Judging from the current situation, identity should be the most dangerous and risky.
But the higher the risk, the greater the return. Although Bai Liu doesn't remember anything, he doesn't reject this identity and is happy to continue according to this identity setting.
For example, guard the first seven.
Bai Liu looked at the dien niche, and there was a black-and-white photo of an old grandmother with a loving face holding on to her shoulder.
The black and white photo Bai Liu has a strange smile on his face.
Early the next morning.
When Bai Liu woke up, the temple only had Hemu Sicheng. Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi didn't know where they were going, but Bai Liu awakened and slept with Mu Sicheng. He walked to the door of the temple, looked down, and stopped.
Mu Sicheng sleepily followed Bai Liu to the entrance of the temple, and looked down, completely awakened, "My grass, what is this?"
The temples were placed in chaotic wreaths, scattered on the ground, as if they were severely smashed by someone taking turns, and there were scattered white paper flowers everywhere on the ground.
But these are not the most crippled people, the most crippled people are densely packed at the entrance of the temple, and there are neat rows of small footprints.
This footprint is only half the size of a child's palm, and is triangular in shape, with only the forefoot. It seems that a group of people are tiptoeing back and forth at the entrance of the temple in a certain pattern, but they seem to have no entrance, and are most forced to leave.
Bai Liu looked at the footprints for a while, then bowed his head and followed the footprints and walked out.
"Hey" Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu walked away, also anxiously, looking at those weird footprints fearfully, and finally stomped and gritted his teeth and followed, "Aren't you afraid?"
Bai Liu walked forward indifferently.
These series of footprints walked around the temple, seeming to be trying to find the entrance to the temple, and returned to the village without success after a few laps.
Mu Sicheng held the camera to shoot, rubbed his arms, and looked at these bizarre footprints with trembling teeth.
These footprints are like a group of people walking on tiptoes, and the steps are about the same size, and the spacing between each footprint is the same. It is not until the village road that the series of rules and dense footprints begin to scatter.
These footprints went from one or several places on the avenue to various houses in the village. The footprints disappeared in front of the house, as if they were going home.
Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief when he photographed this, but soon Bai Liu gave the most blow.
Bai Liu followed the footprints and walked to the door of the room. The footprints disappeared on the mud in front of the door. Bai Liu squatted down and opened the debris of wood branches covering the mud. Mu Sicheng clearly saw that the place where the footprints disappeared showed blood. A cold scene.
The tiptoe footprint suddenly fell to the ground, turning into a complete footprint, and there were two paw prints, and the five-finger posture of the two palm prints was reversed.
It seems that here, the "person" who came home put down his heels and landed on the ground with both hands, began to twist his limbs and crawled toward the house with the ground.
Mu Sicheng's hair stands upright, "What is this?"
Bai Liu got up and looked at the door of the room where the gap was looming, "Go and see."
After speaking, Bai Liu pushed open the door.
The old wooden door made a long creaking sound, and then slowly opened.
Dust drifted on the house surface. Although it was daytime, the light was still extremely dim, and only the outline of the furniture could be glimpsed. Bai Liu turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone and walked toward the surface.
Mu Sicheng swallowed, shaking his hands and holding the camera as he walked away.
When you walk through the house, you can understand why it is dark and the whole house is airtight. Only the top two tiles are translucent, which act as light skylights. The old hanging electric lamps are hung from the beams of the house, and the wires are covered with spider webs.
There is also a wood stove in the corner. There is a large rusty iron pot on the stove, and a few indented ceramic pots on the edge, which seem to be used for seasoning.
Mu Sicheng tried to turn on the light, but failed. He waved the dust in the air and coughed and said to Bai Liu who was walking in front of him, "I don't know how long I will live, and the lights will not be powered."
"It's not certain." Bai Liu raised his torch and pointed it at the wall. "Aren't we just following the individual? Maybe it lives here."
Mu Sicheng's scalp numb, "Don't make this joke"
The voice suddenly turned to Bai Liu to illuminate the wall with a flashlight
only.
The light was too dim just now, and Mu Sicheng was looking straight at the camera screen, and did not notice the whole house, on the ground, on the walls, and even on the beams. People just saw the limbs outside the house and used mud handprints and mud footprints.
Bai Liu is now illuminating this wall. These mud handprints and footprints are densely covering the entire wall, and the wall is painted grayish yellow. If you don't look carefully, you think this wall is a mud wall.
But look closely
These handprints and footprints are all distorted, it's like cutting off a person's arms and feet, moistened with dirt, and printing on the wall. Mu Sicheng has no way to grow such limbs on an individual.
Bai Liu calmly raised his flashlight and continued walking as if he hadn't seen these handprints and footprints.
Mu Sicheng didn't follow him for several times, but he didn't dare to go out alone, so he could only follow.
Passing through the corner of the room, lighting a few remnant candles, the white willows went to the bedroom of this room.
In the bedroom, there are two raised wooden beds hung with mosquito nets, and there is an FM TV set at least two years old, and a cobweb electric fan is hung on the side table.
Mu Sicheng didn't dare to look around at all, and fixed his eyes on the small screen of the camera. Only Bai Liu was photographed on the small screen.
Bai Liu opened the wooden bed and hung a mosquito net, stepped on the edge of the bed, and looked at it with a probe. His figure was half-concealed by the white mosquito net.
Mu Sicheng patted intently, but suddenly screamed in horror.
Bai Liu turned around, "What?"
Mu Sicheng's face was pale, and he tremblingly pointed at Bai Liu and stretched out his head to the bed. "Just now, a crooked head stuck out under the bed."
Bai Liu knelt down and looked at the bed without hesitation.
Mu Sicheng almost tugged Bai Liu to prevent Bai Liu from looking under the bed, his voice almost frightened, "You still look at the woolen thread, let's go out first, can I still lie to you? I really stretch out a pale and white and look at your head crookedly."
Bai Liu pulled Mu Sicheng over, holding his chin to look towards the bottom of the bed, and his voice was calm, "See if there is a human head."
Mu Sicheng began to close his eyes tightly, then opened his eyes carefully after a while, and suddenly said, "No, no."
"But I did see it just now." Mu Sicheng raised the camera and handed it to Bai Liu.
Bai Liu said flatly, "If you really see it, it's not under the bed now, then it should probably be in the bed."
Mu Sicheng was playing upside down, as if suddenly realizing something, his face completely froze, and he carefully handed the camera to Bai Liu, dare not to move his fingers to the selfie.
The camera turned from video to self-portrait, the angle of view of the screen changed, and the heads of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng appeared on the screen.
But more than that, a third head appeared on the screen.
There was a pale, slanted head stretching out of the bed, with his hands on the edge of the bed, and then covered by the mosquito net and looked at the bottom of the bed side by side with the white willows.
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