Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

Three days later, in a small mountain village near Fu County.

A man with dirt and weeds all over his body and tattered clothes came out.

He looked so embarrassed, but his eyes were still extremely firm.

This man is Fu Kuan.

In the vast mountains and forests, there is no water and no food.

Fu Kuan could only drink a sip of water from the stream, and managed to survive by relying on his own cultivation.

With his current cultivation base, he can last for about half a month without eating.

But if he doesn't drink water, Fu Kuan can't do it for at most two days.

After all, ghost riders are humans too.

When Fu Kuan walked to this backward mountain village, he felt a burst of relaxation in his heart.

It's also possible here, as long as I find someone to borrow the phone, I can contact Tang Chuchu.

I don't know after such a long time, Tang Chuchu and the others don't think I'm really dead, do they?
Maybe it's sad...

Fu Kuan was bored thinking.

At this moment, an old man carrying a dung basket appeared in front of him.

Fu Kuan hurried forward and said in a hoarse voice: "Hello, old man, do you have a mobile phone, an elderly phone is also fine, I want to make a call..."

"Ah? What did you say?"

The old man turned his head and looked at Fu Kuan.

Seeing the old man's face clearly, Fu Kuan's expression froze.

The old man's face turned pale and rotted.

And although his eyes were open, there were only whites inside.

You can even see maggots crawling in and out of his eye sockets, very hardworking.

A smell of corpses that had been rotting for several days penetrated into Fu Kuan's nostrils, and he couldn't help covering his nose.

This scene was so disgusting that Fu Kuan was so disgusted.

"Huh? Boy, what are you talking about?"

Seeing that Fu Kuan didn't speak, the old man made a strange voice with his rotten vocal cords, and asked again.

Fu Kuan was keenly aware that things were not simple.

He shook his head and said as calmly as possible: "It's okay, old man, I just asked if there is a station nearby."

The old man shook his head, hehe said: "No, this is a very remote mountain village, you have to walk on the mountain road for [-] miles, and there is only a station in Fu County."

"I see, thank you, old man."

Fu Kuan nodded politely and took a step back.

"It's okay, hehe."

The old man squeezed out a trace of kindness with this rotten face, and waved his hands.

The old man carried the dung basket on his back and left with a strange walking posture.

Fu Kuan could tell that it was because the joints were completely ossified and rotted.

"What is this? A living corpse?"

Fu Kuan frowned, feeling very strange.

This corpse unexpectedly maintained the state before it was alive, able to speak and communicate.

And it does not have the characteristics of attacking living people.

Among the many supernatural events that Fu Kuan had dealt with in the past, he had never seen such a living corpse.

"Forget it, even if there is a situation here, I have to go back to Jiangning first."

Fu Kuan glanced at his tattered clothes and continued walking forward.

Walking through a mountain road, I finally entered the village at the foot of the mountain.

It can be seen that many villagers in this village are walking around.

Moreover, there is a morning market on the street here, and many villagers are setting up stalls.

There are many stalls selling breakfast, fruits, small toys, and children's clothes.

Fu Kuan stroked his rumbling stomach, and quickly found a small table to sit down.

"Auntie, let me have a bowl of bean curd and ten fried dough sticks!"

"okay!"

A pair of hands full of rotten meat put a bowl of steaming tofu nao on the table.

Fu Kuan's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly raised his head to look.

I saw a fat old woman in front of me.

She turned out to be a living corpse, with pale and rotting skin all over her body.

There is even an eyeball in the eye socket that is connected to the optic nerve and falls out of the eye socket, which looks extremely weird.

"Hehe, young man, try it quickly, my tofu nao and deep-fried dough sticks are delicious!"

The old lady turned a blind eye to Fu Kuan's expression, turned around and walked into the booth to get busy.

Soon, another basket of fried dough sticks was placed on the table.

Some pus from the rotting corpses fell onto the fritters, but the old woman didn't notice.

He walked back to the booth with a smile, and got busy on his own.

Fu Kuan woke up suddenly and turned his head to look around.

This really surprised him.

I saw villagers walking on the street, and hawkers setting up stalls and shouting.

Without exception, they are all living corpses.

Some of their bodies are heavily decomposed, some are light.

The heavy ones might be like the old man Fu Kuan met, his face was completely rotten.

The light one is like the peddler next door who sells children's toys, but it looks pale all over and the muscles are stiff.

"What happened here? Did the whole village turn into living corpses?"

"And they still don't notice the changes in themselves?"

A creepy and weird feeling weighed heavily on Fu Kuan's heart.

At this moment, a customer sat down at the small table beside him.

"Fat Auntie, here are two bowls of bean curd! There are fried dough sticks and tea eggs, old rules!"

"okay!"

The aunt put the breakfast on the table with a smile, while the white eyes on her face flickered away.

Fu Kuan pretended to be eating with his head down, quietly looking at the small table next door from the corner of his eye.

I saw an old woman in her 70s who brought a little girl to eat breakfast.

The old woman's whole body was rotting so badly that even small pieces of rotten meat would fall down when she moved.

There was only half of her eyeball left, and there were many maggots crawling in and out.

As she bowed her head to eat, maggots would drop into the bowl.

And she seemed to be very happy about all this without realizing it.

The old woman said lovingly to the little girl, "Children, eat more."

"Yeah! Thanks grandma!"

A crisp sound sounded.

Fu Kuan looked at the little girl, his expression suddenly became strange.

I saw the little girl looked about eleven or twelve years old, holding two ball heads.

It looks like red lips and white teeth, and a pair of big eyes are very cute.

That's right, this little girl is undoubtedly a living person, with a strong yang energy on her body.

This is what makes Fu Kuan feel weird, this little girl is clearly alive.

Can't you see that your grandma is already a corpse?
Can't you see that the surrounding villagers are all dead?
Just when Fu Kuan was wondering, the little girl turned to look at Fu Kuan.

A pair of big eyes full of surprise.

She seemed to be wondering how there could be such a living person as Fu Kuan.

Fu Kuan immediately reacted, and he used sound transmission to transmit the sound directly into the little girl's ears.

"You know all this? Just nod or shake your head to answer me."

The little girl opened her eyes wide and nodded.

Fu Kuan's brows furrowed even further, and he continued to use voice transmission to inquire secretly.

"What happened here? Why did everyone here turn into corpses?"

The little girl seemed a little embarrassed, she stood up, and said sweetly to the old woman.

"Grandma, I want to go to Uncle Wang's to buy candied haws."