Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1070
Out of the village, all the way to the west.

Taking advantage of the thin moonlight, Yu Chengmu found a path hidden in the weeds. The path was winding and winding. Walking along the path and bypassing a relatively large soil slope, a wooden building appeared not far away.

The building has a strange shape and a large scale, taller than ordinary houses. Two white lanterns hang under the eaves, shaking from side to side under the night wind, emitting a miserable light.

On the lanterns are written a big founding character with a black brush.

A pitch-black plaque was hung above the gate of the building. After years of exposure to wind and sun, some words on the plaque had long since peeled off, leaving only the last two characters faintly visible.

Yizhuang.

After approaching, Yu Chengmu narrowed his eyes and looked at the door. A double wooden door was also dilapidated, as if no one had been there for a long time.

Alarmingly, though, there was light peeking through the cracks in the door.

With two hands, one left and one right, gently push the door, the door is not locked, but only half-hidden, the old door hinges make a harsh friction sound, Yu Chengmu stepped over the high threshold and entered the Yizhuang.

What appeared in front of his eyes were dozens of hundreds of coffins.

At the same time, an indescribable stench rushed towards him.

But Yu Chengmu didn't reject this smell. On the contrary, it made him feel a little relieved. If this kind of place didn't smell of rotting corpses, he would be surprised.

Out of habit, he carefully observed the order of the coffins, but after a while, he gave up, because these coffins were thrown here completely casually, and some of them were not even tightly closed with the coffin covers.

The quality of the coffins was poor, most of them were made of thin planks, and many were cracked.

When passing by a coffin, Yu Chengmu stopped.

Through the gap above, Yu Chengmu could see the corpse's feet. After a while, his pupils froze, and there was a bell tied with red thread on the black and blue ankle of the corpse.

Only corpses with a lot of resentment would do this.

At the same time, he suddenly thought of a rumor that some Yi Zhuang with bad feng shui, or those who have experienced evil things, have the habit of setting the threshold very high.

This is because once the corpses are raised, the muscles of the freshly raised corpses are stiff, and they can only walk close to the ground, unable to make movements similar to jumping. The high threshold can prevent them from leaving.

Yu Chengmu stabilized his mind, left the coffin, and walked towards the middle of the hall, where there was a space covered by a white cloth, with light shining through it.

When I got closer, I found that there were several independent spaces separated by white cloth, and the corresponding numbers were marked with a pen on the cloth, but only the first three were marked, and the fourth... was empty.

Obviously, the first three were prepared for them, and inside were the corpses that needed to be mended tonight.

Lifting the first piece of white cloth, sure enough, what came into view was a wooden shelf with a dead body lying on it, and the needed tools were placed on another shorter shelf.

A red candle was burning faintly, barely able to illuminate the light.

There is a small incense table in front of the corpse, and there are three incense sticks in front of the incense table.

Yu Chengmu respectfully lit the incense on the candle flame, bowed three times to the corpse, and then inserted it into the incense burner.

After seeing the incense burning smoothly and the smoke floating straight upward, Yu Chengmu breathed a sigh of relief and went to observe the corpse.

The corpse was a man, wet all over. It seemed that he had just been picked up from the water not long ago, and water was still dripping down along the edge of the wooden shelf.

The abdomen of the male corpse was torn open, the blue-purple intestines and viscera were clearly visible, and there were wounds on the face and shoulders.

Flesh turned out, the wound on the face tore the nose and half of the cheek, and the ugly gums were exposed, which looked quite terrifying.

Yu Chengmu wanted to get closer to see more clearly. The candlestick that can be placed on the candle is very heavy, very heavy. It is difficult to pick it up with one hand to observe the corpse. There is a candle.

After checking it first, and finding no problem, Yu Chengmu lit a new candle.

The repairman explained that the whole sewing process can be summed up in 5 words: respect, clear, straighten, mend, pinch.

After the incense had been paid, Yu Chengmu found a cloth and began to wipe the corpse.

While wiping, Yu Chengmu noticed that the corpse's left hand was pressed under his body, but after pulling out his arm, he found that the corpse had no left hand at all, and pale bones were exposed at the wrist.

At the moment, Yu Chengmu probably knows it well.

There are 3 places that need to be repaired, namely the face, shoulders, and abdomen. Among them, the wound on the abdomen is the biggest, but Yu Chengmu knows that the most difficult one is the one on the face.

And what needs to be kneaded with dough is naturally the missing left hand.

Without further hesitation, Yu Chengmu fetched a needle and thread. The needle was relatively thick, and he used the corpse-binding thread he had seen before. The first thing he chose was the wound on his shoulder, so he could get acquainted with it first.

The needle pierced the flesh, and when he pulled it lightly, there was an uncomfortable friction feeling on his hand. Yu Chengmu was highly focused and his hand was very steady.

After the stitching was completed, he turned his attention to the abdomen of the corpse.

The intestines and internal organs were mixed together, and the scalp of the people watching this scene was numb.

Although Yu Chengmu was born as a tomb robber, most of the corpses he had seen were rotten and only bones remained. In a situation like this, he rarely experienced it.

He held his breath, leaned closer, and didn't choose to suture immediately, but observed first.

After a few seconds, as if he had made up his mind, he actually put his hand into the abdomen of the corpse, inserted it into the messed up intestines and internal organs, and groped back and forth, as if looking for something.

Yes, he was looking for something.

Find the missing left hand.

Yu Chengmu suspects that one of the traps of this mission is related to the missing left hand.

If the left hand was hidden in the belly of the corpse, but he didn't realize it, and still kneaded the left hand out of dough and put it on, the consequences would be disastrous.

But after a while, Yu Chengmu withdrew his hand and his face eased a little.

Since he couldn't find his left hand, he can rest assured to suture the wound.

The wound on the abdomen was exaggeratedly large, and it took him half an hour to sew it up. At this moment, the incense had burned almost half, Yu Chengmu calmed down, he knew he had to hurry up.

Not for himself, but for Jia Jinliang.

Jia Jinliang was at the end. Calculated by the time, each of the three of them had one hour, that is, a full two hours, to dispose of the corpse.

But you must know that the watchman also made it clear that no matter what happens, the body must be mended before dawn, otherwise something serious will happen.

And the task started on the third day, which meant that Jia Jinliang, who was ranked last, definitely didn't have enough time.

And if he wanted to save Jia Jinliang, there were only two ways, either fast enough to buy as much time as possible for Jia Jinliang, or... let the next person who came to die and try to end the mission early.

Both Yu Chengmu planned to try.

　Waited for a long time, brothers, here I come
　
(End of this chapter)