The rebellious daughter is spoiled by the disabled boss

It's not easy to take Jiang Yuchu's life.

Jiang Yuechu looked up at the sky. The moon was covered with a layer of red, and the red light it emitted enveloped everything in the village.

"Jiang Yuechu, why don't you wipe it off." Meng Ziyi took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Jiang Yuechu, "Blood is flowing down, you look scarier than a female ghost."

"it is good."

Jiang Yuchu didn't feel any pain at all. He took the handkerchief and wiped his head. But after just a slight wipe, the handkerchief was stained red with blood.

"Then what should we do now? The village is full of monsters and this is a cemetery. Do we have to go back?" Yang Mi asked.

Jiang Yuechu shook his head, "No need, just step over the cemetery."

She firmly believed that the cemetery in front of her was just an illusion and the big house must be behind it.

No one raised any objections and everyone followed Jiang Yuechu forward. Not long after, Meng Ziyi was suddenly hooked by something under her feet. She mistook it for a ghost's hand and screamed in fright.

"Someone pull me! Someone pull me!"

Jiang Yuechu had to turn back and took a look, only to find that it was just a clay jar.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a jar."

Meng Ziyi didn't think so, "But when I walked over just now, I didn't see the jar at all. It just seemed to appear out of nowhere."

"If you're too scared, just walk in the middle."

Yang Mi leaned over to take a look and said, "This jar seems to be used to hold ashes."

"A clay jar for ashes?"

Aren’t porcelain jars what we usually use?

Yang Mi looked at it carefully and nodded in confirmation, "Yes, it is the jar used to hold ashes. In my hometown, only some wealthy families use porcelain jars, and ordinary people use clay jars."

When she heard that it was for ashes, Meng Ziyi got up from the ground and hid behind Yang Mi in fear, "Let's go quickly. I feel like this place is weird."

The surroundings were shrouded in red light, and one could barely see the surroundings clearly. However, the further one went inside, the more clay jars there were, piled up together, as if they had been abandoned.

As he walked slowly inside, Tao Runyan heard some sounds around him. He stopped and listened quietly, but the sound disappeared. As soon as he raised his foot, the sound rang again.

"there's noise."

Jiang Yuechu listened attentively, "It might be the sound of wind blowing through leaves. There's no need to be so nervous."

Tao Runyan frowned and shook his head, "No, it sounds like it's coming from underground."

Tao Runyan rarely had this kind of expression. Jiang Yuechu didn't think he was joking. He squatted down and listened attentively to the sounds below.

After a few seconds, I heard something strange.

From underground came the sound of fingernails scratching the coffin lids and the sound of food being chewed.

"Something buried underground is trying to get out. Judging from the noise, the coffin lid must have been bitten through."

Hearing this, Meng Ziyi became even more frightened, "Then what are you still doing here? Why don't you leave quickly? Otherwise, if the monster comes out later, we won't be able to escape!"

Jiang Yuechu stood up to check the surroundings and was surprised to find that the graves and clay jars were all arranged in order.

She took a few steps back and counted the strokes according to the order of arrangement. She was shocked, "It's actually the word 'death'!"

The village is weird enough. They buried people with the word death in it. How much do they not want to live?

“There’s a tombstone!”

Yang Mi pointed at a stone tablet not far away and shouted, "There are words on it!"

Jiang Yuechu hurried over, looked at the words engraved on the stone tablet and said, "God descended to earth, transcended nature, and gave us infinite life."

"Only death can bring us transcendence. We are the most faithful believers in the gods and will dedicate everything to them."

"People are the most terrifying."

After reading the words engraved on the stone tablet, Jiang Yuechu seemed to understand something.

This village has been believing in a cult and has been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​using human lives as sacrifices. Haitang is not the first nor the last. The female ghost that appeared in the village should also be a victim.

What is the identity of the archaeologist? Is he dead or alive? Or does he know the secret of the village and come to the village specifically to find the treasure?

What is the true face of this village?

At this time, other people also came over, and after reading the words written on the stone tablet, they all fell into deep thought.

"What do you think this stone tablet means?"

Tao Runyan said: "It's just feudal thinking. There are no gods in this world. If there were, there would be no New China."

"Ok?"

"Don't you think about it? If ghosts and gods were really so powerful, how could the invasion of China have cost so much? So these gods are just a kind of spiritual sustenance for the common people."

Jiang Yuchu smiled but said nothing. Part of what Tao Runyan said made sense, but he didn't know that no matter how much resentment the ghost of a tragically dead person had, as long as he encountered the murder weapon or the murderer who killed him, he would feel a kind of repressive force and would not be able to take revenge at all.

The atmosphere was stagnant. Everyone had different thoughts, and the ideas they had when they saw the stone tablet were also different.

Just as Jiang Yuechu was about to speak, she suddenly heard the sound of something rolling behind her. When she turned around, a clay jar had rolled to her feet.

The sound of "gurgling" followed one after another, and the clay jars that were originally neatly arranged suddenly became restless and rolled towards them one by one.

They are all moving. Jiang Yuechu doesn't think that these jars are moving because they have been staying there for too long and want to move around.

Yang Mi also noticed something was wrong, "These jars seem to be blocking our way."

"Be careful, don't touch it with your hands."

Jiang Yuechu moved back cautiously. Several people formed a circle and looked at the clay jar in front of them with their backs to each other.

"No, we will be surrounded by jars soon. I will count to three, and everyone run to the north."

"it is good."

Jiang Yuechu whispered, "One."

"two."

"three!"

As soon as the three words fell, several people quickly dispersed and ran desperately towards the north. Behind them, they could hear the sound of the jar following closely.

With a 'bang', a huge clay jar fell from the sky and landed heavily in front of them.

There was a "crunching" sound as the jar broke, and a pale, bloodless hand stretched out from the jar, followed by one hand after another.

Until the jar was broken, a monster covered with arms stood up, as tall as more than ten stories, blocking their way.

Meng Ziyi opened her mouth in shock, "What kind of monster is this!"