Heart-stopping horror left me no time to think.
The index finger suddenly hammered on the night jar, the previously broken contact, suddenly recovered.
Turning around, I exerted all my strength and ran forward wildly along that thread of connection!
In the moment before, I could see the houses on both sides of the road, but at this moment, it's all dense fog!
The dense fog fills the sky, with hands not visible in five fingers, as if a hand or a person will emerge at any moment!
Without that faint connection, I would have absolutely no sense of direction!
Suddenly in an instant, my body seems to hit something like a thin barrier.
A slight crackling sound entered my ears, and my body was enveloped by another cold.
The dense fog vanished...
What I see before me is another "dead silence" and desolation.
A small hill, looks like a seal, also like a solitary tomb.
At the foot of the hill, there grows a lush bamboo forest.
Moonlight falls, the bamboo forest as a whole presents a dark green color, gently swaying with the wind.
Some old houses lean against the foot of the hill, circling the bamboo forest, solitary and dead silence.
The place where I am is a short distance from the foot of the bamboo forest hill, with several wasteland farmlands in between.
In a hurry, I sprint forward, suddenly reacting.
The environment has changed...
I should have exited the safe zone; am I no longer trapped in the dead-end maze?!
Suddenly stop in my tracks, turn around.
About 15 meters away, the mist was like a barrier, cutting off most of the sight.
I see the layout of Qi's village.
The people living on the outskirts tend to be relatively richer, so their houses are built better, using fired bricks and tiles.
The inner village is no different from any ordinary rural area, and in fact, the so-called city villages or the village where I live with Lao Qin are all the same.
The wealthy live at the village entrance, while the poor live at the end of the village.
Suddenly, the mist gently undulates.
A shadowy figure silently appears in front of the mist.
The person was dressed in an outdated style, like something from several decades ago. The facial features were normal, and the skin was yellowish with an indistinct bluish tint.
Especially those eyes.
You can imagine that in the wild, the flashlight of a mobile phone illuminates a pair of wolf eyes, a dark green.
The goosebumps on my body wouldn't stop rising.
Green Ghost is the one who reports on retribution...
That's why, Han Qu's eyes are bleeding, it's a bloodsucking ghost that's stronger than an Lich or a ghost, or just collapsing in front of it.
Also, I previously judged that Han Qu had part of his body eaten by it, which is why he was trapped in the dead-end maze and couldn't get out no matter how hard he tried.
However, the problem is that the Green Ghost is a vengeful ghost that only kills those who have committed evil, which can be seen as a form of good triumphing over evil.
But how can a Daoist be guilty of committing many wrongs?
Han Qu had previously said... He was about to wake up and eat my heart!
He, clearly refers to the vengeful ghost!
Is Han Qu's heart eaten?
This Qi's village is anything but normal. It seems even the vengeful ghost cannot be judged by ordinary standards...
The vengeful ghost hasn't gotten close to me.
The dense fog is not just a barrier, but also a dividing line.
The area at the village entrance is the territory of the vengeful ghost, while the end of the village is known as the deep village. There must be something even more terrifying here that he dares not approach.
The regulators also do it like this, with areas inhabited by the vengeful ghost as the dangerous region, and the safe zone being the opposite.
Not looking at the vengeful ghost anymore, I turned around and followed the furrow towards the direction of the deep village...
The footsteps were crackling and hissing, the path along the field embankment was overgrown with weeds, sometimes scraping my ankles, slightly painful.
After walking a certain distance, I turned my head and looked back.
The mist has disappeared, and I can see the neatly arranged tiled houses.
The vengeful ghost has also vanished without a trace.
However, the feeling in my heart did not loosen up. I have already passed through the furrow and am at a specific location at the foot of the mountain.
The bamboo forest is too dense, the thick bamboo outside is almost as thick as the thighs.
This feeling of desolation and coldness has long surpassed that of a half-finished building; they are completely not on the same level.
I don't know if it's because I haven't reached the spot, but the ghosts in the deep village are not as dense as those at the village entrance, and I haven't even felt their gaze yet.
Adjusting my breathing and emotions, maintaining a blank expression.
Previously, I would show my weakness because I was trapped in the dead-end maze.
As long as one doesn't encounter the dead-end maze here, the zombie makeup can work effectively.
Following the sense of connection from the night jar, walking along the outer edge of the bamboo forest.
I quickly passed two village houses.
One is deathly silent, the house walls are cracked, the ground is dirty and covered with bamboo leaves.
This courtyard, even ghosts don't have it.
The second village house seemed extremely eerie.
Inside the small courtyard of the fence, there are even domestic animals.
Chickens and ducks are all foraging on the ground, sitting at the gate of the courtyard is an old woman.
She is bending her head, holding a shoe pad in her hand, and using thick needles to weave hemp thread, doing it with great difficulty, one stitch at a time.
The black high-heeled shoe is obviously a dead man's shoe.
Who could be living in this deep village? The old woman must be at least a resentful ghost.
Just that, the road in front of me is only this one. Before, when I was far away from her, I didn't see her at all. Only when I got closer could I see her, it was already too late to go around.
Because the old woman slowly raised her head and blankly stared at me.
If I were to detour now and show my fear, there would be two possible outcomes.
One, she finds me to be a living person, and the second, she thinks I am weaker than her!
In the first case, she will pester me, and in the second case, she might want to eat me.
The ghosts in the safe area all want to eat each other, and the reason there are fewer ghosts in this deep village is because they have already eaten each other up!
I didn't stop, walked directly forward, and was going to follow the fence to walk past the small courtyard.
"The child, the face is unfamiliar," the old woman raised her head, blankly staring at me.
Her eyes were cloudy, but within them there was a whiteness.
My heart slightly changed.
How could this old woman just be a white-hearted ghost?
Grey ghosts are reincarnated, and white-hearted ghosts are considered the weakest ghosts who linger in the mortal realm.
The Qiji Village Type II Fatal Prison, the weakest at the village entrance is not inferior to a resentful ghost, how can white-hearted ghosts survive in this deep village where ghosts devour each other?
My heart sank slightly, I coldly glanced at the old woman, and my eyes glinted with malevolence.
The old woman trembled, then lowered her head and continued to embroider the shoe pad...
The Qi's Village is too strange, it cannot be judged by ordinary standards.
Even the vengeful ghosts can kill Daoists, and white-hearted ghosts are definitely not easy to provoke!
The nightjar brings me a stronger sense of connection, Lao Gong is already very close, there's no need for unnecessary detours.
I passed by this courtyard.
After another five or six minutes, after passing through another bamboo forest, I saw another house.
There is a white lantern hanging outside the fence, and the courtyard inside is clean and tidy.
Three adobe houses are parallel to each other, and the door is closed tightly.
The sense from the night jar, Lao Gong should be in the house on the right side.
I am this close, and Lao Gong hasn't reacted yet?
Stepping in quietly, I approached the wall of the house on the right.
The sense is extremely strong, and then I released my right hand, letting my index finger leave the night jar.
The window on the wall is not glass, but yellow paper is plastered on it. From a crack, I can see that there is a bed near the window.
Two people are lying on the bed.
A thin and weak woman is lying quietly on the paper-wrapped chest, and the head of the paper-wrapped figure is shockingly Lao Gong's wrinkled head.
At this moment, Lao Gong was sleeping soundly. His usual furrowed and wrinkled lips were now slightly upturned.
Ghosts do indeed sleep. In normal places, ghosts rest during the day and roam at night.
Qi's Village has no day and night.
Lao Gong must be tired. He has to avoid me and also trick the female ghosts in the deep village.
But the trouble he has caused me is too great!
My forearm trembled, and I grabbed a pair of barber scissors.
My hand trembled and the scissors were thrown, it slashed into the paper window with a whoosh!
In an instant, Lao Gong suddenly opened his eyes. He grunted, as if trying to get up, but he didn't manage to.
The female ghost also trembled, and tried to get up.
My other hand suddenly whipped, a copper coin tied with peachwood shot straight in!
Instantly, the female ghost turned her head, her malevolent eyes glowing with blood.
The peachwood nail suddenly pierced through her head!
The white smoke suddenly rose, she let out a sharp scream, and suddenly rushed towards the window!
