After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Annan was still staring blankly at his feet. The puddle of blood mixed with intact human skin really shocked him.

Even though he has followed the show for so many episodes, this puddle of soft stuff still makes Annan feel a little sick.

Especially when he thought that he had touched that thing when he was in the dark just now...

Goosebumps spread on An Nanyuan's arms little by little. He was not obsessed with cleanliness, but at this moment he still wanted to rush out and scrub his palms frantically.

When An Nanyuan stared at the puddle of flesh and blood on the ground and retched, Zhang Wubing strode over directly from the door and stood beside Yan Shixun.

Originally, when he saw Yan Shixun standing still in the corridor outside the window, Zhang Wubing was still a little worried about Yan Shixun.

However, when Zhang Wubing followed Yan Shixun's gaze and saw clearly what was in the river, he suddenly felt that he was not well.

——Dense faces of people.

Each one was swollen and whitish, and the original face could not be recognized. Only a pair of red eyes reflected red light under the flashlight, which was strange and permeating.

It seemed that the flashlight had disturbed them, and the corpses that had been standing still in the river slowly swam towards the river bank one by one.

With a rotten smell all over their bodies, they stepped on the mud on the bank with their swollen flesh, and then walked slowly and clumsily towards the small wooden building.

And the entire river surface has been covered by chrysanthemum petals, so it is hard to see how many similar carrion corpses are still below.

It's like an endless stream, never ending.

Zhang Wubing only felt his scalp go numb, and tremblingly hugged Yan Shixun's arm beside him, crying in his voice: "Yan, Brother Yan, this, this, this, this..."

Daoist Ma lied to me!

Zhang Wubing cried out in grief and indignation.

Obviously he asked Ma Daochang to calculate it, and Ma Daozhang also said that Changshou Village is fine, so what is this?

Even if he often encounters ghosts, no matter whether it is a car accident or a person who jumped off a building, Zhang Wubing has seen many hideous faces.

However, Zhang Wubing still had to admit that the things in front of him really surprised him.

The dead body of a person, after being soaked in water for a long time, has become an indescribable shape.

Moreover, similar to the thing that Yan Shixun stabbed to death in the room at the beginning, the carrion that came out of the river also seemed to have no bones, its whole body was limp and swollen, like a big balloon filled with water.

Zhang Wubing asked with trembling voice: "Yan, Brother Yan, what should we do?"

Yan Shixun threw Zhang Wubing away, leaned on the railing with his hand, turned over neatly, and jumped down.

"I went to Ye Li and Lu Xing Xing for other matters. Everyone stayed in the small building and was not allowed to go anywhere."

Yan Shixun only left a quick sentence, then used the candlestick in his hand as a knife, threw it into the air and then caught it in his hand, turned the sharp spikes around, and made a beautiful sword flower, then his eyes shot sharply. Into the dead bodies that come ashore.

When the candlestick was pierced, there was a burst of blood, and the spirit of the sky was mixed up in a mess. The whole swollen corpse was like a punctured balloon, and it collapsed limply, turning into blood under Yan Shixun's feet. flower.

The blood soaked the ground, like blood-colored chrysanthemums blooming on the river bank.

Yan Shixun's brows and eyes were firm and sharp, and the light in his eyes was like the light of a knife. The spikes of the candlestick in his hand were already covered with blood and minced meat, and even the spikes began to blunt.

But Yan Shixun seemed to be tireless, he didn't even deform his movements, and he still held a corpse in one hand.

The blood flowed into the river along the soil, dyeing the originally clear river bright red.

On the entire blood river, there are full of chrysanthemum petals floating, yellow and white, flowing quietly.

Does not seem to be affected by the outside world.

No matter how Yan Shixun and the corpse fight, it will not affect the peacefully flowing river.

Lu Xingxing, who rushed over when he heard the movement, held on to the railing with one hand, and looked down in a daze.

In the space illuminated by the flashlight in Zhang Wubing's hand, Lu Xingxing saw that Yan Shixun came to the world like a god of death, and all the rotting corpses who wanted to pass him and rush towards the small building turned into a puddle under his feet blood.

The complete human skin fell off as the rotting corpses became limp, and fell to the ground one by one.

Human skins with different expressions wailed, and under the light of the flashlight, they seemed to be silently telling the resentment in their hearts to the people above.

Zhang Wubing took a step back in fright, his heart pounding.

But Lu Xingxing stood behind the railing, staring blankly at Yan Shixun... and the river of blood at Yan Shixun's feet.

The terrifying scene aroused Lu Xingxing's memory, and he suddenly recalled what he had forgotten before.

——The corpse floated in the river, and the blood flowed for ten days without stopping.

A heart disease of Haiyunguan for many years.

The mystery of the corpse in Nanming Mountain.

Many years ago, when Lu Xingxing returned to the Taoist temple, he overheard the conversation of the priests, and heard the word Nanming Mountain for the first time.

It all started decades ago.

At that time, at the foot of Nanming Mountain, the corpses of babies abandoned in the wild could often be seen, gnawed beyond recognition by wild beasts.

When those small corpses were found, often only a small half remained, which made the people who found them very sad and could hardly bear to look at them.

However, in that era when there was not enough to eat, there was not much to blame.

——After all, if you can’t even eat enough for yourself, how can you feed your children?For the villagers who are struggling to survive, the morality that can be blamed is based on the basis of being able to survive.

Even if a Taoist priest or a sorceress passed by, they could only sigh and send that little child to the next life.

No one cared about these little corpses.

Until more than ten years ago, a wave of corpses broke out in Nanming Mountain.

The Taoist priest who rushed to Nanming Mountain after hearing the news was shocked when he saw the scene of Nanming Mountain.

He had never seen such a large number of bones.

Those corpses quietly floated on the river at the foot of Nanming Mountain, and flowed down the river, one after another, like a scene only in hell.

The Taoist priest traced the source of the river, but never came back.

Life does not see people, death is not only corpses.

And in the next ten years, Haiyun Temple sent Taoist priests to Nanming Mountain, but they all returned without success.

Like Guishan and Yelangfeng, Nanming Mountain is a heart problem of Haiyunguan, which has been tried several times over the years but to no avail.

And the death of the Taoist priest that Lu Xingxing remembered the most was because of Nanming Mountain.

Originally, the memory of that period was already blurred, but the blood river in front of him was like a key word, suddenly reminding Lu Xingxing of the scene he had heard from other uncles.

The Nanming Mountain in the past was as it is now displayed in front of his eyes, the whole river was full of blood.

The only difference is that this is Longevity Village.

And there were no corpses floating in the river—those corpses had all "lived" and were being beheaded by Yan Shixun one by one under the palm of his hand.

Lu Xingxing ran over in a hurry, he didn't wear shoes, the cold air kept spreading up the soles of his feet, making him shiver with cold.

But he stubbornly refused to leave behind the railing, he stared at Yan Shixun as if he was staring at the main road.

Master...you tried to teach me to understand the morality, is it like this?

Lu Xingxing was a little dazed.

The stinky blood splashed onto Yan Shixun's face, and he raised his hand to wipe it off without hesitation. The remaining blood stains made that face look sharper and unruly, to the point where he would be cut at a glance.

But even if he is alone, he is still like a mountain and a long river, keeping all dangers out and preventing them from getting close to the life he protects.

"Pfft!"

The candlestick has long been worn to the point that it is no longer sharp.

With the final blow, Yan Shixun jumped up, fell down heavily, and inserted the candlestick straight into the corpse's heavenly spirit.

The balloon filled with blood burst and sprayed all over the place.

The bloody water flowed into the river, and the dark red water waves slapped the river bank.

And on the river bank, there are no more carrion corpses.

Yan Shixun stood on the bank of the river and took a breath, raised his somewhat sore arms, wiped the blood on his face, fixed his eyes on the river, and guarded against the reappearance of rotting corpses.

After a while, Yan Shixun calmed down, turned around and walked towards the small building again.

Zhang Wubing hurriedly helped Yan Shixun light up the path under his feet: "Brother Yan, I'll go down to pick you up..."

"Need not."

Yan Shixun sneered: "How incompetent do you think I am?"

While speaking, Yan Shixun was already holding onto the railing, and with a push from his waist, he swung straight up and landed firmly on the wooden corridor.

He looked back sideways, the river was still rippling, gently slapping the river bank, the sound of the water was moving.

But it is no longer the leisurely and pleasant daytime, and the large red is shocking.

Yan Shixun looked at the river surface indifferently, took the towel handed over by Lu Xingxing casually, wiped the blood on his face and hands, and said to Zhang Wubing who was beside him while walking: "Tell everyone, don't be alone, keep waiting. Wait until the sun rises tomorrow morning, and we will leave immediately."

If the guide said that the water rose after noon, he meant that there were corpses in the river... I don't know how many similar things there are in this valley.

He is fearless if he is alone, but there are so many ordinary people in the show, he can't risk their safety.

The safest way is to wait for the yang energy to rise. After dawn, the power of evil spirits will be greatly weakened.

At that time, it is the best time to leave.

However, since the guide can tell that the water rises after noon, he has been in and out of Longevity Village all year round, and he even has a good relationship with those old people, it seems that the guide must know something.

Yan Shixun made up his mind to ask the guide for clarification.

He didn't delay for a moment, and immediately told Zhang Wubing that everyone stayed in the small building and went to Ye Li and Lu Xingxing if they had something to do.

"Mr. Ye? Oh, yes."

Zhang Wubing glanced at Lu Xingxing behind him who was so shocked that he hadn't recovered, and silently shook his head.

I always feel that the main thing is to rely on Mr. Ye.

But this is facing another practical problem... If Yan Shixun is not around, he would not dare to face Mr. Ye alone.

Zhang Wubing: QAQ is too difficult.

Nan Tian, ​​who was sleeping in the room, was woken up by the cold wind from the open window and the surrounding noise.

He sat up sleepily rubbing his eyes, and asked An Nanyuan who was in the same room in a daze, "What's wrong? Why are you so noisy?"

An Nanyuan looked at Nan Tian's ignorant appearance, and felt an unspeakable sense of envy in his heart.

He really wanted to just fall asleep like this, and everything would be resolved when he woke up, alas.

But on the river bank that no one noticed, the blood soaked the ground swayed and bloomed beautiful blood-red chrysanthemums.

First the rhizomes, then the stamens and buds, and finally the petals tremblingly stretched out.

On the bank of the Blood River, the blood-colored chrysanthemums quickly faded and turned into pure white, shaking slightly.

And at the next moment when those chrysanthemums bloomed, the human skins that had been slumped on the ground puffed up again as if they had been blown.

Filled with flesh and blood, but without bones, it was as soft as a bug that would never have the ability to be autonomous.

The rotting corpse raised its head, looked at Xiaolou quietly with a terrifying face beyond recognition, and then moved its swollen legs stiffly and clumsily.

At the moment when the chrysanthemums bloomed, Yan Shixun, who was walking in the living room of the small building, suddenly stopped.

He could feel that all the memories about the rotting corpses and the battle were quickly receding from his mind.

The same goes for everyone else, the shocking scene before quickly disappeared from memory.

It's as if only happy and happy memories are allowed here, while all negative emotions will be erased and not allowed to exist.

After a few breaths, everyone who was still nervous and vigilant suddenly relaxed.

Only Yan Shixun, he tightly clenched his palms, stared at the front with such ruthless eyes that if there was any substance, he was desperately fighting against his willpower.

In the end, even though his memory was already fading, Yan Shixun still remembered one thing.

——Go to the guide and ask about the Longevity Village.

The guide is hiding something important.

But others...

Yan Shixun blinked his eyes, always feeling that some thought flashed through his mind, but he couldn't grasp it at all.

Strange... as if an invisible hand had erased a memory.

Yan Shixun's eyes darkened.

He can remember what he forgot, but he can't remember what he forgot.

Perhaps, this matter will be answered after finding the guide and asking it clearly.

Yan Shixun regained his composure, pushed open the door of the small wooden building, and walked out.

And the others, after watching Yan Shixun's figure disappear, suddenly forgot why they were standing here.

"Strange, am I half asleep and going to the toilet?"

Nan Tian muttered and walked into the room, scratching his hair in bewilderment.

He was woken up in the middle of his sleep, and he didn't know what happened before.

The other guests, on the other hand, remembered more or less.

But those memories are as far away as dreams, the superimposition of illusion and reality, making them unable to tell whether it happened in real life or the sequelae of a nightmarish nightmare.

Everyone stood in the living room muttering for a long time, looking at each other.

"There's a power outage here, why are you standing here without sleeping?"

"I seem to remember, I have to go on the road tomorrow? Go to sleep, go to sleep, or you won't be able to get up."

"Strange, what am I doing here?"

Everyone couldn't figure it out, so they could only go back to their respective rooms full of doubts.

Only Lu Xingxing, he seemed to be fighting against something invisible, his expression was agitated and depressed at one time, after struggling for a long time, his expression finally returned to calm.

Lu Xingxing glanced around the living room and found that there was no one there. Nuo Da's living room was dark, only the flashlight at his hand illuminated a little space.

He vaguely remembered that someone who was very important to him said, can you find him?

Although the memory has been blurred, Lu Xingxing, who felt that he was shouldering a heavy burden, hugged the quilt and solemnly spread it on the sofa, ready to sleep on the sofa.

——Although he forgot what he was entrusted with, since he slept in the living room, wouldn't everything be settled?

Whoever wants to come in has to walk in front of him so that everyone else is safe.

Lu Xingxing nodded in satisfaction, sighed, and slid his cold body into the quilt.

The rustling sound sounded quietly in the darkness.

The carrion, which had refilled its swollen body, climbed over the window, climbed up the railing, and entered the small wooden building.

However, whether it was Nan Tian who was sleeping in the room when the rotting corpse passed by, or Zhang Wubing who was worried about Yan Shixun looking out the window, everyone turned a blind eye to the rotting corpse passing in front of them.

Cold water dripped from the carrion, leaving a long trail on the floor.

Almost in the blink of an eye, those carrion corpses that entered the small building disappeared again.

Lu Xingxing, who made up his mind to sleep in the living room, sneezed suddenly, and suddenly felt that the living room was really not as good as the bedroom, why was it a bit cold?

He rubbed his nose, but didn't notice that a shadow was cast from his side, almost covering his whole body...

Upstairs, however, is a different scene.

Ye Li stepped on the staff who had passed out, and looked down at Zhao Zhen, who was sitting against the wall, with no emotion in his long and narrow eyes.

Zhao Zhenxin looked at Yeli in shock, and then at the staff who had fallen on the ground, with surprise and fear in his heart.

He really never thought that the man beside Brother Yan would have strength not inferior to Brother Yan.

Zhao Zhen originally thought that he would be injured under the close and quick attack of the staff.

Unexpectedly, when he called Yan Shixun for help, this person appeared.

And the staff member who was about to attack him was kicked over by this person, and he saved himself effortlessly.

Zhao Zhen suddenly understood Lu Xingxing's respect for this "Master Aunt".

This power... is terrifying.

Zhao Zhensheng was emotional.

Ye Li's eyes were silent, and he looked outside the small wooden building.

Shi Xun's aura... disappeared from the small wooden building.