prison ghost

"Monkey, what's going on?" Director Feng asked sharply.

The man stammered and said: "Just... Just now, Xiaodao and I came near this well, suddenly Xiaodao followed like a demon, staring at the mouth of the well in a daze, muttering, 'Why is the hidden money here? ?'... Then it plunged in, and I didn't even have time to pull."

Xiao Dao's face, which had been soaked in water, was still heaving, but there was a greedy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Because there was no tool at hand, it was impossible to fish the body of Xiaodao out of the well.Director Feng only said lightly to the remaining subordinates that this was just an accident, everyone should be more careful.

Even if they don't look at their companions who are still soaking in the well, those desperadoes will inevitably feel the sorrow of the rabbit dying and the fox.

"Everyone don't need to panic, as long as we find the altar, we will leave the village, and the bonus will be doubled when we go back." The director knew that it was time to shed some blood, and sure enough, the restless subordinates calmed down a little when he said this.

This time, they also learned the lesson of the knife, and they no longer acted alone, but walked to the depths of the village together.

Although the village is small in scale, it can be seen that it should be self-sufficient in normal times.Blacksmith shop, mill, etc. are all available.

The "da da da" footsteps of a group of people accompanied by the "bang" of the wind chimes made the deathly silence of the night even more prominent.

When passing by the blacksmith's shop, Shui Gen found that the stove was still on fire, and the blowing bellows were also blowing, but in the steaming heat, there was no one in the shop.

Director Feng and the others also noticed these visions, but instead of stopping, they rushed forward quickly.

But one person stopped, stared blankly at the bulging bellows, and walked slowly towards it...

The moonlight shone on his sluggish face, and a black mole lay like a fly among a pile of unkempt stubble.

"Hey, why are you here?" Someone next to him tried to pull him.

But as if possessed by a demon, he slammed away the arm that was pulling him, and ran into the blacksmith's shop in a little panic.

"What's going on? Isn't the corpse obviously burned? Why is it still here? The old and immortal thing wants to implicate me after death?"

Mo Zinan stood in front of the stove, raised one hand high, and made a movement of splashing liquid around as if holding the bottom of a bottle with the other.

"Sprinkle more gasoline, I don't believe it won't burn you old thing!" After finishing speaking, he took out a burning stick from the stove and stabbed it straight at the beating bellows.

The whirring bellows was suddenly burnt with a big hole, and immediately bulged out a burst of hot air like a broken balloon, and sprayed it directly on the face of the small man, making his hair messy, and he backed away repeatedly with his eyes closed. .

In order to balance his body, he couldn't help shaking his arm back and forth, and the torch he held in his hand burned a few hemp ropes hanging from the ceiling and tied to the pillars of the house.

Those rough hemp ropes are used to hang some forged iron chains, copper basins and other things to attract business.This time it was good, I saw an iron chain hit the man's body, the pain caused him to yell "Ouch", and he swung it back and forth a few times, but the iron chain wrapped around his body instead, one didn't pay attention, When he stumbled, the person fell straight out.

Unbiased, the neck just happened to hit the guillotine that was placed in the corner and used to cut grass to feed livestock in the countryside.

The blade of the inverted knife cut into the neck at once, and a bright red fountain formed an arc, shooting straight from the shop to the stone bricks of the street.

"Ah—" Everyone was dumbfounded now.

All this happened so fast, before everyone had time to react, they could only watch helplessly as the man twitched and then stopped still.

A large amount of blood gushed out of the half-cut neck, which was reflected by the flickering lights in the stove as a meandering red river.

"The wind is blowing and the threads are chaotic... I can't see my head, and I feel sad when I go upside down. If I walk slowly, I have a plan, but if I rush, I will not be free."

This time it was Dr. Liang who spoke, and he muttered to himself the inscription written just now.In the stillness of the night, the words uttered seem to echo in the alley with echoes...

The sentence that everyone thought was obscure and difficult to understand after listening to it at the beginning has been vividly interpreted by the bloody scene just now.For a while, everyone stopped talking, and seemed to be thinking about the connection between the two companions who died unexpectedly in succession and the oracle that appeared on the tortoise shell.

"Monkey... There was a time when he was too drunk, and he told me in a delusional manner... He once stabbed to death an old man who was driving a taxi in Harbin, and then threw the body in the suburbs and burned it... Could it be that the wronged soul has come to the door now..."

The man who usually had a good relationship with that boy said, shaking the flesh on his cheek.

The faces of the remaining people changed immediately.

Among the few people who entered the village, except for Shuigen and Dr. Liang who are good citizens, the rest are counted. There is not a single good guy. If you think about it seriously, there may be more than one ghost who came to the door to ask for his life.

"How the hell is this fortune-telling? It's killing people!" Suddenly one of Director Feng's subordinates spoke.

"A ghostly place with deep shadows, if you stay for a long time, you will lose ten years of life! I won't make any money! I have a wife and children. Brothers, whoever wants to leave, just leave this ghost village with me!"

This remark actually spoke out the aspirations of most people. Now there are only 8 of the 6 attendants that Director Feng brought. He didn't respond loudly immediately, but his eyes were also turned to him, and there was a lot of unkindness in their eyes.

Standing behind the director, Shui Gen could clearly see that Director Feng's hand, which had been behind his back, pressed hard on the pistol on the back of his waist, and then slowly released it.

"This village is indeed full of evil spirits, and I understand everyone's difficulties. In the past, Mr. Feng received a lot of help from everyone. Thank you for your kindness. If you want to leave, you should leave quickly. When you go back, be careful... ..." Chief Feng said with a scorched face, Ben'er sincerely.

It's not often that Mr. Director is so considerate. It seems that he is so virtuous and virtuous only after weighing the disparity in strength between the two.Otherwise, if he followed the six desperadoes and tore his face apart, he would have to be killed by these subordinates without using bastards to cast a curse.

"However... you two must stay and help me find the altar."

Director Feng pointed to King Qinghe and Shuigen and said.

Shao nodded and said calmly, "I didn't intend to leave at all, we will stay."

Shui Gen's nose is almost crooked, what "we"?Do you take yourself too much as a representative of the National People's Congress?Have you asked him to represent you?

The silliest one seemed to be Dr. Liang. He looked at those hooligans who showed their faces, then looked at Director Feng and the others. He weighed it up and said, "Then...I...I'll stay too."

Perhaps the doctor felt that the people's police were more reliable, so he decided to stay and live and die with Director Feng.

The few people saw that the director did not turn his face against them, so they walked the same way as when they were traveling together.

Shui Gen looked at the backs of other people going away, and finally understood what longing was.So he couldn't help but gouged Shao out again.King Qinghe saw Shuigen staring at him, and rubbed the child's head again with his hands.

"Do you think this Bucha village can come and go so freely? Don't make any fuss for a while, just follow me obediently."

As if to confirm Shao's words, it didn't take long for hysterical screams to be heard from the direction where those people left.

The remaining three people looked at each other, and finally Shao said: "Come on, let's go and have a look!"

When the three of them walked to the small square where the divination was just now.From far away, I saw six swaying black shadows hanging from an old locust tree beside the square.

Dr. Liang was so frightened that he tugged at Director Feng: "Then... what is that?"

"It's the six people who left just now. I'm afraid they're all hanged ghosts now." Shao replied instead of Director Feng.

When I got closer, I found that it was really the six people who had just left. Each of them strangled their necks with one-finger-wide tendons and hung them from the tree. Because the necks bear the weight of their bodies, their spines were broken and stretched out.

Shui Gen just glanced at it, then immediately turned around, reflexively burrowing into Shao's arms.

Shao hugged him and patted his back reassuringly.But the corner of his eyes swept to the center of the square, and a white figure appeared.

It was the ghost with disheveled hair, and he pointed his hand stubbornly at the huge tortoise shell on the ground.It seemed to be warning them that these six people who died suddenly would end up wanting to leave the village because they did not abide by the village rules.

New visitors to the village must first predict the past, and then ask about the future.

The big changers don't take it, and the warning on the round stone at the entrance of the village has been clearly stated.

But once you enter the village, there is no turning back with regrets.