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When he realized that his memory might also become abnormal like the owner of the notebook, Zhao Zhen felt as if a cold wind was blowing through his chest, making him stiff from the cold .

He managed to pull himself back from the horrified thoughts of the raging waves, collected himself, and immediately turned back to the notebook like crazy, skipping every page of normal narratives, and only looked at those narratives with messy handwriting that pierced through the back of the paper.

Zhao Zhen realized that if it was true that the owner of the notebook had forgotten all the wrong memories, then those narrations that were turned halfway through the words were what that person really wanted to write down.

This also meant that he was able to piece together what that person forgot from those crazy and messy accounts!

Under the cold white glare of the flashlight, Zhao Zhen flipped through the pages with his frozen fingers, repeating those incomplete sentences in a low voice to himself.

The person who described it should have been confused at the time, and the things he wrote down were also upside down. It took Zhao Zhen a lot of effort to recognize what the words were in those messy lines and straighten out the truth hidden under those messy words. .

Two days before the hiking team entered Changshou Village, everything was normal. They enjoyed the sunshine, cool breeze, and beautiful mountains and rivers leisurely in this paradise-like village.

But one day, when a member of the team was fetching water, he saw the body sinking at the bottom of the river.

——That's the rest of the team!

The corpse's eyes were wide open, with a look of reluctance to die. The red eyes were not like normal people. They looked straight at the world outside the river, as if they were suppressing the resentment in their hearts.

The team members screamed in fright, staggered back to the small wooden building, found the owner of the notebook, who was the captain of the hiking team at the time, and wanted to talk about it.

But the words were only halfway through, and the team members forgot what they wanted to say.

He stood in front of the captain, his face full of confusion.

The captain found it strange, but he didn't take it seriously. He just wanted to record this matter during routine recording.

But I only wrote a few words, and there was no follow-up.

——The captain also forgot about it.

Then, as if they didn't realize that there was a missing person in the team, they continued to live a leisurely life.

However, the captain found that his room was often drenched with water.

He felt strange, so one morning, instead of leaving, he hid in the closet, wanting to see what happened in the room.

In the end, he saw that a player who had long been forgotten by him pushed open the door and walked into the room with the smell of corpses and stiff limbs.

Water dripped from the body, soaking the furniture and fabrics in the room, and the team member had already begun to swell, rotting flesh and loose skin fell on his body, unable to fall, shaking as he walked.

When the captain saw the faces of the team members, he finally remembered this person.

yes!He's my friend, from my team, why didn't I find out he disappeared for so long?Why is he like this now?In the end what happened!

The captain was terrified, concerned and afraid.

As a result of this haste, he made a noise in the closet.

Hearing the sound, the rotting corpse slowly turned around, looked towards the wardrobe, and walked over staggeringly.

The captain was almost fainted by the rotten smell of the corpse, and the distance was so close that he could clearly see the swollen flesh on his former friend, and his heartbeat had already reached its peak.

But the next thing, the captain forgot, and did not write it down in the notebook.

However, although the captain forgot about it, his brain helped him remember the fear at that time.

Therefore, he began to look at Changshou Village with a scrutiny.

Because of this, he discovered many strange things.

For example, there are no young people or children in the village, not a single one.

Although the elders in the village said that the young children had gone out to work so they were not in the village, but the captain stayed in the village for a long time, but he did not find any supplies for young people in the village, nor did he have any corresponding small wooden buildings and rooms.

For example, the chrysanthemums in the village seem to be in full bloom all the time.

When the captain entered the mountain, he met other people at the hotel who wanted to go out to do some good things and then came back to live in seclusion. They all said that the chrysanthemums in the village bloomed for two or three months, and the captain stayed in the village for several months, but never I have seen chrysanthemums wither.

It seems that the chrysanthemums are always in bloom all year round.

For example, although there are wells in every household in the village, they have long been abandoned and used for drinking river water.

Whenever there is sunshine, the river water will be crystal clear, sweet and clear without any impurities.But once the sun sets, the river water will turn into bloody water.

The captain also asked the villagers what was going on, but the villagers gave him a strange answer, "You can't remember anyway, just think it's an animal that died upstream."

……

All kinds of strange things began to scare the captain.

He wanted to leave the village, but he didn't expect that whenever he just mentioned this idea, he would forget it in a blink of an eye.

The captain marked the orthographic characters in the notebook, and every time he could remember something that he seemed to have forgotten, he would draw a line on the notebook, and in the end, accumulated hundreds of times.

And the captain finally remembered what he had forgotten before.

——He forgot about the anomaly in the village, and even more forgot that he was forgetting about it.

No matter how desperately the captain tried to remember, those memories were fleeting, and there was no chance for him to write them down completely.

Even though the captain tried to record these things in his notebook, he would never be able to write down one thing. He would always forget what he was thinking after writing a few words.

In the end, the captain was forced to almost collapse by the powerlessness of his memory loss and the growing abnormalities in the village.

People in desperation can still find life by relying on their willpower.

But what if willpower never existed in the first place?

If even your brain betrays you, your eyes can't see what they should see, your ears can't hear the most authentic voice, and even the memories that can be used as evidence are all lost.

When you want to do something, look around, but there is nothing left.

that--

How do you get out of a desperate situation?

The only thing you can rely on, yourself, has betrayed you...

The further backward the notes are, the more scribbled and chaotic the handwriting becomes, and even the thinking gradually becomes muddled, and the wording becomes crazier.

If it weren't for the first few pages of the notes to reveal the identity of the owner, Zhao Zhen would almost have thought that what he was looking at was a notebook of a mental patient.

Every time Zhao Zhen turned a page, he would feel shocking.

Many things were not successfully recorded by the owner of the notebook, but were inferred by Zhao Zhen after combining the narratives of the previous and subsequent pages, as well as some strokes left by the pen tip on the pages.

Zhao Zhen felt that even his breathing became short of breath.

Even though the owner of the notebook recorded these, he never remembered that he had recorded the things in his mind.

It was as if the desperate words in the notes would make the captain feel unhappy, so a pair of invisible hands erased all these memories, preventing the captain from being unhappy from the root cause.

It was also because of the captain's forgetfulness that when he remembered that he had to write notes, he calmly turned to the next page, and calmly wrote down those praises for Longevity Village with an appearance of being in good health.

However, turning to the next page, the captain's struggle continued.

It's like a student who is so sleepy in class that he can no longer control his brain, but still wants to open his eyes and record the knowledge points with the teacher.

However, his brain and sanity could no longer support him to make such a move, so he could only rely on the last obsession to forcefully write down a mess of strokes.

Words overlap, sentences lose logic, narration becomes difficult, and the brain betrays the will.

Zhao Zhenguang looked at those strokes and the blobs of ink that had smeared from the nib, as if he could feel the despair and helplessness of the captain from where he was.

When he finally flipped through the entire notebook, he sat on the sofa in a daze, unable to recover for a moment.

The captain's emotions back then seemed to have traveled through time, gripping Zhao Zhen's heart tightly, making him feel the powerless despair along with him.

I have to... I have to show my notes to Brother Yan, Changshou Village, there is a problem with Changshou Village!

cannot stay.

Zhao Zhen's mind was completely occupied by this idea.

When he stood up, his legs almost gave way and he knelt on the ground, but he still supported the cabinet next to him with his palm, so as to avoid the result of falling to the ground.

I don't know how long I have been sitting, and it is difficult to time in the darkness without a reference. Zhao Zhen has already sat so that even his legs are numb.

He supported the cabinet and stood up tremblingly, his numb legs and feet. When his eyes glanced over the cabinet inadvertently, he suddenly remembered the things recorded in the notebook.

The captain's record stopped abruptly when he hid in the cabinet and was about to be discovered.

Zhao Zhen couldn't figure out what happened next.

But now, when Zhao Zhen looked at the cabinet, he belatedly remembered that since he found the notebook in this room, it meant that the captain back then was also in this room.

...and the place where the captain hides to escape from the rotting corpse team members is this cabinet.

Zhao Zhen's hand holding the cabinet suddenly froze.

I don't know if it was caused by his psychology, but he suddenly felt that there was a cold breath coming from behind the cabinet door under his palm.

Zhao Zhen swallowed his saliva, stared at the closet for a long time, and finally had the courage to reach out and open the closet door to check what happened.

When the entertainment industry mentions Zhao Zhen on weekdays, they will think that he is not only a dedicated actor, but also a man with responsibility and courage. Many directors can't help but give a thumbs up when they talk about Zhao Zhen's hard-working spirit.

But at this moment, Zhao Zhen felt that his heart was trembling violently, the blood in his veins was flowing crazily, and the sound of his heart beating like a drum resounded in his ears.

To Zhao Zhen, the short distance of tens of centimeters is as long as several years have passed.

His outstretched fingers tremblingly grabbed the handle of the cabinet door, tried a few times but wanted to just flinch.

Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth, and finally pulled the cabinet door open with all his might.

"Squeak!"

The rusted door hinges made a harsh friction sound due to the wet weather.

The light from the flashlight illuminated the scene inside the cabinet.

In the wardrobe that had been covered with dust for a long time, a puddle of water fell and flowed down the gap of the open cabinet door, and the slight "tick" sound echoed in the dark and dead space.

Trembling, Zhao Zhen slowly raised his head, his eyes followed the water trail, looking from bottom to top.

Then, he looked at a hideous and swollen face.

There was still fluorescent cloth on the corpse, which looked like a kind of mountaineering equipment.

But the body was swollen due to soaked hair, and the clothes had already been torn apart, and the rotting flesh was like fish that had been cut open, hanging on the body of the dead body piece by piece, unable to fall off.

And the pale skin had already been peeled off from the flesh and blood, it was almost transparent under the flashlight, and one could even see the rotting flesh and blue-black tendons under the skin.

——In the closet, there has been a horrific dead body hidden since no one knows when.

The fine and dense coolness climbed up along Zhao Zhen's back.

He couldn't help but wonder if the staff members were sleeping in the room, sorting things out, and working, whether this corpse was silently staring at the people in the room with the loose and muddy eyes through the door of the closet. people?

Even if the staff noticed something was wrong and turned around to look, they couldn't find anything abnormal. They could only mutter, rub their heads in doubt, and turned around to work again.

And after Zhao Zhen entered the room, no matter when he was moving the unconscious staff, or when he was concentrating on reading the notes, the corpse... was watching him in the dark with empty, temperatureless eyes.

After reacting to this incident, Zhao Zhen took a breath.

He subconsciously let go of the hand holding the cabinet door, staggered back, trying to distance himself from the corpse in the closet.

After all, it was written in the notes that the team member walked into the room by himself after his death.

This also means that the corpse in front of him...

Possibly too, scam corpse!

The moment Zhao Zhen had such an idea, the hunched corpse that was stuffed into the narrow closet slowly raised its head, facing Zhao Zhen with a highly corrupt face.

The posture in which it was stuffed into the closet was very strange, and it had already broken through the limit of the bending of normal human bones.

It was as if it was a mass of soft meat with no bones at all.

And now, it is moving itself out of the closet bit by bit, slowly but firmly walking towards Zhao Zhen,

Zhao Zhen felt that even his calves were shaking, so he turned around immediately, wanting to run out of the room.

But his gaze caught sight of the unconscious staff members, and his original running posture immediately froze.

He's gone, so who will protect these people?

He can still run and still have his own consciousness, but these people have completely lost their ability to protect themselves. It is even possible that as soon as his front foot leaves, these people on the back foot will die in the hands of the corpse.

As soon as Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth, he turned around again, wanting to rush over and move those people away.

But at this moment, the staff member tied to the chair by Zhao Zhen faintly woke up.

A pair of crimson eyes reflected a strange light under the light of the flashlight.

Zhao Zhen's pupils tightened.

……

Bai Shuang locked the door after returning to the room.

Originally, she shared a room with several female staff members, but when the power was cut off, several staff members were not in the room, but were either on the first floor or elsewhere, busy with their work.

Therefore, Bai Shuang was left alone in the room.

She sat on the bed but her muscles were tense, she didn't dare to relax at all, her eyes frequently looked towards the door, waiting anxiously.

Wait for Yan Shixun to come back to protect them, or wait for the danger to finally come.

Bai Shuang felt like she was standing under a sword hanging in the air at this moment.

She didn't know when the sword would fall to bring death, or if the sword would fall.

The process of waiting for death is more tormented than death.

But waiting and waiting, a sense of drowsiness hit Bai Shuang.

It seems that the cold and tension consumed a lot of her energy and physical strength, and the unchanged scene in the dark, and the time when she could not perceive the flow speed, all paralyzed Bai Shuang's nerves, making her gradually lose her concentration, because the dark Physiologically becoming sleepy due to the environment.

Her body was telling her instinctively that it was dark and it was time to go to bed.

No.

Bai Shuang shook her head, trying to wake herself up.

She can't sleep yet, she has to wait, wait...waiting for what?

There was a trace of confusion in Bai Shuang's eyes.

She felt as if she was waiting for something, but it was just the moment when sleepiness hit her, and she suddenly couldn't remember what she was waiting for.

Even when she tried to recall the previous events, she felt that her mind was blank and she couldn't recall the previous memories at all.

It was as if her brain had fallen asleep before her.

Bai Shuang tried hard to open her eyes, but her body was instinctively looking for warmth and the bed. At this moment, the bed suddenly became very attractive to her.

After struggling for a while, the brain almost froze the hoarfrost that could not function, and finally couldn't resist the desire for warmth and sleep, and wrapped himself in the quilt.

When she fell into the not-so-soft bed, Bai Shuang let out a satisfied sigh, and the muscles that had been exhausted for a day were finally able to relax.

Under the dual effect of the physical exhaustion caused by crossing mountains and rivers, and the psychological exhaustion caused by the tense nerves all the time, Bai Shuang, who originally thought that she would only sleep for 5 minutes, soon fell asleep.

Her face is serene, her brows and eyes are stretched, as if she is sleeping after exhaustion, which is the top happiness in the world.

But just a few minutes after Bai Shuang fell asleep, there was a rustling sound from under the bed.

It seemed as if the flesh had been separated from the body, half-falling and swaying, and when crawling, it slapped the ground and made a small sound.

The bed board was also bumped irregularly from below, as if something was hiding under the bed.

But Bai Shuang, who was sleeping soundly, had lost her perception of the things around her, and was still deeply asleep with a happy smile on her face.

Under the faint light, a swollen and pale hand suddenly protruded from under the bed.

That thing clasped the bed board, and slowly and clumsily pulled his "fat" body out from under the bed.

Then it stood by the bed, lowered its head, and stared at Baishuang who was sleeping soundly with red eyes.

The rancid smell permeated the room, with the damp and stuffy smell of water vapor.

Bai Shuang frowned, suddenly felt uneasy about being targeted by a monster in her sleep, and twisted her body.

In the originally dark and sweet dreamland, a corpse suddenly broke in. The thing was rotten all over, and there were even maggots rolling in the exposed flesh and blood.

Bai Shuang, who was immersed in the comfort of happiness and peace of mind, could only feel her heart beating. She wanted to turn around and run, but in her sleep, her legs didn't work at all, and she could only watch the thing leave. She's getting closer, closer...

Bai Shuang was so anxious that she almost wanted to cry, she told herself desperately, this is a dream, it is definitely a dream!Just wake up and don't have to face it anymore.

Wake up, wake up! !

Bai Shuang opened her eyes suddenly, panting heavily in shock, even though the temperature in the room was not high, there were still fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead.

It took a long time for Bai Shuang to recover from the fright just now.

She smiled wryly, thinking that she might not have dreamed of such a terrifying monster because of her wild thoughts before going to bed.

Thinking of this, Bai Shuang casually raised her head, looking around aimlessly.

There was no light in the room, everything was engulfed in darkness, and it was impossible to tell what was what.

But when he saw the darkness around him, Bai Shuang's eyes suddenly paused.

Why does she feel...the darkness next to her is different from other places?

Elsewhere the darkness is flat, without undulations.

But only the small area around him seems to have a sense of ups and downs.

If you take a closer look...

Originally, Bai Shuang squinted her eyes and moved closer to see clearly, but suddenly stopped.

It looks like a human figure!

She was startled, the original drowsiness was gone, and her back was sweating profusely.

Like a stuck robot, Bai Shuang raised her head little by little, both scared and wanting to have a good time, wanting to see clearly what was next to her.

However, Bai Shuang met a pair of red eyes.

"Clap!"

A piece of rotting flesh fell from above.

It just hit Bai Shuang's palm.

The sticky and cold touch immediately spread from the palm of his hand all the way to Bai Shuang's brain.

Her whole body seemed to be frozen into a stone.

Bai Shuang moved her mouth, but her tongue was as stiff as if she could only make a sound of "ho ho". The instinctive exclamation was stuck in her throat, which made her throat sore that she couldn't even shed tears all of a sudden. Soaked out from the corner of the eye.

But the rotting corpse had already slowly stretched out its balloon-like swollen and pale palm towards the top of her head.

In Bai Shuang's mind, he desperately gave orders to his limbs, shouting frantically in his heart to move!Move me! ! !

Just as she was watching that palm would soon fall on her face, and even the smell of rancidity and water vapor was close at hand, she finally regained control of her body while struggling, and lifted Opening the quilt, he scrambled back and forth, desperately trying to distance himself from that thing.

"Get out!! Get out!! Brother Yan, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Heart-piercing screams sounded in the small building.

……

After Yan Shixun left the small wooden building, he immediately went straight to the home of the old man who received the program group.

When he went to look for the guide before dark, he had already heard from the guide that the guide himself had no house in the village, and would stay at the old man's house every time he came.

But Yan Shixun had just walked a few steps when he suddenly heard a slight sound coming from the small wooden building next door.

It's like the "creak...creak" sound of rope rubbing against wood.

No, it would be more accurate to describe the rope with the weight falling against the wood.

It's as if...something hanging from the beams of the house is slowly swinging in the wind.

Yan Shixun stopped in his tracks, turned to look at the small building next door with heavy eyes.

In his memory, there seemed to be an impression that was so faint that it almost disappeared, telling him to check the next door again.

Next door, what's next door?

There is only a mess of colorful colors in the memory, and there are lines that are so abstract that they can hardly see the prototype. White and yellow are mixed in it, and warm and weird memories are intertwined.

All the diametrically opposed impressions were in Yan Shixun's mind, boiled into a pot of paste that could not be recognized as it was, making him unable to tell what was what.

Yan Shixun gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, trying to force himself to recall.

But his fingertips suddenly touched a semi-curved mark.

The marks made by the fingernails, and judging from this direction and curvature, they were made by myself in the palm of my hand.

Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment, he was still wondering how could he have such a nail mark because he obviously didn't sulk and rely on self-mutilation to restrain his temper.

But when he explored deeper into the memory, it seemed as if a door that had been closed by an external force suddenly opened, and the memory that was locked inside suddenly gushed out.

He remembered.

The reason why he had a strange sense of vigilance towards the small wooden building next door was because he met an old woman in the small wooden building in the afternoon who was completely different from the villagers.

She has a disability in her lower body, but she has sincere love and concern, and told him, "It's good to be alive."

But when he noticed the abnormality and wanted to go back to the small wooden building to find the old woman, he found that she was not at home as if she had gone out.

What kind of person would say something like "it's good to be alive"?

People who have experienced the struggle between life and death, or people who have died.

Yan Shixun regained his composure, turned the direction of his feet, and walked directly to the small wooden building of the old woman next door.

He stopped outside the fence and watched for a moment.

There is no light, no voice.

There was no sound coming from the room other than a "creaking" noise.

There was only an empty silence.

This time, Yan Shixun didn't knock on the gate, but directly clasped the fence for support, and jumped into the yard.

He is like an agile and powerful big cat. When a top hunter approaches his prey, his meat pads fall to the ground without even making a sound.

Yan Shixun gently pushed open the door of the small wooden building, and walked into the place where he had been here twice but returned without success.

As soon as he opened the door, he suddenly met a pair of feet.

Yan Shixun's pupils shrank, and he immediately looked up along the feet that were at his line of sight.

The old woman who was still alive when they met in the afternoon was looking down at him from above.

The rope was tightly tied around her neck, and the knotted buckle made it impossible for her to escape.

As if due to suffocation, her eyes were wide open, filled with blood, and the entire eyeball was almost detached from the eye socket.

But even so, the old woman's face still remained kind and peaceful, and she didn't stick out her tongue because of being hanged, nor did she turn into a hideous death.

It was as if, even in death, she was kind enough not to scare others.

Yan Shixun raised his head and looked at the dead old woman. He couldn't believe that the old woman who kindly advised him to "just live" in the afternoon turned out to be a stiff life after just a few hours. corpse.

Yan Shixun even wondered, could the old lady have died when he came to the small building for the second time?

Standing silently for a while at the door with his head raised, Yan Shixun finally looked away and started walking again.

He walked forward, without any disgust or fear because the old woman was dead, but raised his arms and hugged the old woman's legs, and hugged her from the hanging rope, and then gently lifted the already stiff His body was placed on the sofa.

Yan Shixun pulled the sofa blanket beside him, finally took a look at the old woman's kind face even after death, sighed silently, and then put the blanket on the old woman's body.

Even though he didn't eat that meal at the old woman's place in the afternoon, he accepted the old woman's concern for him.

The ghost exorcist who doesn't casually form karma with others also has the softness in his heart, and is willing to take the initiative to form karma that he didn't have to bear.

Yan Shixun lowered his eyes, and recited the mantra of passing away in a low voice and quickly.

If you have no sins...then go and reincarnate.

No matter what you have done in this life, the underworld will judge your sins and measure your merits and demerits.

If you are a pure soul, you will naturally go to your next life.

Yan Shixun stood in front of the sofa for a few seconds, when he raised his eyes again, he had recovered his usual calmness and sharpness.

Now that the old lady who knew the inside story had died, for him, there were only those chrysanthemums and dry wells in the garden, and there were still some meanings worth exploring.

But just when Yan Shixun was about to leave the small wooden building with his long legs, his ears moved suddenly, and he keenly heard the voice from upstairs.

Like the last hoo hoo of an animal before it dies, every mouthful of the heavy breath is blurred with blood foam, all the words are blocked in the throat, and there is no way to say it.

And every inch of progress is a difficult crawl with exhaustion of all strength, the sound is so slight that it can hardly attract the attention of others, it is all that a life can leave in the world before death.

Yan Shixun turned around decisively and went upstairs.

Then he saw that the guide he originally wanted to find from the old man in the village had collapsed on the wooden stairs of the old woman's house.

The guide's throat was divided by a sharp blade, and a steady stream of blood gushed out from the wound, flowing down the stairs, converging into a meandering river of blood.

No matter how hard the guide tried to cover the knife wound on his neck with both hands, it was in vain.

He fell on the stairs with his head down, his eyes were already so stiff that he could hardly move, but he caught Yan Shixun's figure at the first sight.

The guide opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to Yan Shixun, but when he opened his mouth, there was only the sound of "ho hoo", blood foam filled his mouth, and the blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, flowing all over his face.

The guide looked at Yan Shixun with helpless despair, and he no longer had the inexplicable arrogance when they met at the villagers' homes.

He seemed to be asking Yan Shixun for help, but he couldn't even complete a sentence.

Yan Shixun didn't even need to think, he immediately rushed to the guide and squatted down, picked up the guide's head with his slender arm, and pointed at the other slender fingers like a sword, and quickly wiped the guide's wound.

And his lips opened and closed, and the hemostatic spell was quickly revealed in the air.

"...Drink the long running water three times to stop the blood from the meridians."

The bleeding from the wound on the guide's neck stopped immediately.

However, things did not improve for the guide.

His face turned gray faster than before, and he lost all blood in an instant, his forehead was black and blue like a dying person.

The guide had a panoramic view of Yan Shixun's behavior.

With difficulty, he opened the corner of his mouth and gave a wry smile. He raised his hand that was covering the wound on his neck, and grabbed Yan Shixun's sleeve.

"It's useless."

The voice of the guide was hoarse and weak, like a candle that would go out when the wind blows: "He dedicated me to God, I am destined to die tonight, no matter what you do, it will be the same."

He smiled miserably, and his originally simple and honest face revealed a hopeless powerlessness and insignificance.

"How do people... fight against gods?"

"It was God who gave life. Now, God is going to take it back. I can't stop it, I can't..."

The guide held onto Yan Shixun's sleeves tightly, but his pupils gradually became dilated.

Yan Shixun realized that the guide must know some secrets of Changshou Village, so he immediately grabbed the guide and hurriedly asked, "Changshou Village! What happened to Changshou Village? Is there a ghost here?"

The guide looked up at Yan Shixun with difficulty.

When a person is about to die, his words are also kind. ①

The guide originally didn't want to tell the people outside the mountain what he knew. He even wanted to watch the stupid people outside the mountain jump into hell one by one with a kind of malicious pleasure, while he looked down on them dying previous struggles.

But he didn't expect that one day, he and those who were sacrificed would be reduced to the same level.

The guide thought he was a member of the village, but he didn't expect that in the eyes of the villagers, he was also a person from outside the mountain, a life not worth mentioning.

After losing his temper at the old man's house in the afternoon, the guide left angrily, preparing to spend the night at other villagers' houses.

But the old man found him with a good temper and told him "Xiaoju is dead, you go and dispose of her body as usual", and the old man also apologized to him with a smile and said a lot of good things.

The guide's self-esteem was greatly satisfied, and he agreed happily. Just after dark, he came to the old woman's house.

But he didn't expect that what was waiting for him were rotting corpses filling the whole small wooden building.

The invincible guide was finally defeated by those rotting corpses, feeling the blood flow from his body little by little, disappearing together with the temperature of being a human being.

He lay on the stairs in despair, and suddenly felt that what he had been pursuing all along seemed to be just a joke.

What is the most complete life, what is the life that never suffers... Ha, ha, ha!

In fact, in the eyes of those people, I am no different from other foreigners.

They are all just meat pigs for sacrifice.

It's a pity...he understood it too late.

It's too late for anything.

Just when the guide felt that he was about to face death, he didn't expect Yan Shixun, who he disliked the most, to appear in his field of vision, and even wanted to save him.

The guide thought it was ridiculous and felt that Yan Shixun was hypocritical, but he was still impressed by the warmth of being cared for.

Therefore, he grabbed Yan Shixun's sleeve, exerted all his strength, and squeezed out the syllable from the blood foam in his throat: "Leave... Longevity Village."

"River water, upstream, chrysanthemums, offering sacrifices to the gods..."

The guide's voice became softer and softer, and the last syllable had already turned into a breathy sound, which dissipated into the air as soon as it was uttered.

And the hand that was holding Yan Shixun's cuff also slipped and fell on the stairs.

A flash of astonishment flashed across Yan Shixun's face, and then he fell into deep thought.

The guide's last words before he died were obviously sincerely trying to remind him of something.

Upstream of the river...

Yan Shixun gently put down the guide's body, pulled the curtain aside, and shook it open quickly. The curtain fluttered in the air, and then fell on the guide, wrapping the corpse.

Give the guide the last dignity.

Yan Shixun didn't give Xiaolou another look, and walked out of Xiaolou with his long legs.

If what the guide said is true, then he must go to the upper reaches of the river to see what is there.

If the anomaly in Changshou Village comes from upstream, if you want to eradicate it, you must make this trip.

Yan Shixun's eyes were gloomy, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

He stood at the door of the small building, looking into the darkness with heavy eyes.

But in the yard, the white and yellow chrysanthemums are still stretching their petals in a strange way, swaying gently with the wind.

The similar environment aroused Yan Shixun's memories that had been forgotten to a shallow extent. When he was in the small wooden building, he recalled the strange things he had tried to remember before, and all the doubts resurfaced from his memory.

Why can you see chrysanthemums no matter where in the village?