Kong Xuyang sat on the long bench with a calm face, his cheeks twitching faintly, Yang Zhi stood next to him and patted him on his back.
Old God Bai Liu was sitting on the bench opposite Kong Xuyang, and seeing Kong Xuyang becoming so agitated, he smiled very kindly at him.
Kong Xuyang was so angry that he almost took off on the spot. He stared at Bai Liu to show his deterrence. He hammered his knee hard, but he did not expect to give himself a knee-jumping reflex, and kicked his leg delicately at Bai Liu. .
Bai Liu smiled again: "My fellow, you are so cute, you are still playing with this."
Yang Zhi turned his head and bit his lower lip, without making himself laugh.
Kong Xuyang: "..."
It doesn't matter, a person's life passes quickly.
Bai Liu thoughtfully changed the subject: "My fellow, you are willing to trade with me and didn't kill my teammates. You are a kind person. Then I won't blackmail you. You can definitely get what I trade with you."
Kong Xuyang twitched his face twice when he heard Bai Liu calling himself a [Honesty Man], and then he warned: "What?"
"I want you to chat with me for a while." Bai Liu looked at Kong Xuyang and smiled. "Although I am a native of Yinshan Village, I don't seem to remember anything. I hope you can take me with you. ."
Kong Xuyang's eyebrows are about to twist into twists: "You go around such a big circle just to let me take you?"
Bai Liusha nodded pretentiously: "I am unfamiliar with the place where I was born. I am afraid to leave alone."
Kong Xuyang glanced at Mu Sicheng, who was shrinking beside the idol and far from the coffin, still shivering, and then slowly moved his gaze back to the ashes jar that Bai Liu used to step on.
Kong Xuyang: "..."
What does it mean to be afraid that Bai Liu will look back at the performance of your teammates and then perfuse me
Bai Liu didn't seem to be worried that Kong Xuyang would leave him behind. After reaching a simple verbal agreement, he started to talk to the other party with a smile: "Why are Kong and Yang coming back to the village this time?"
Yang Zhi, Kong Xuyang: "..."
I'm just calling my brother, but I'm really out of sight.
Yang Zhi glanced at Kong Xuyang for instructions, and after getting the other's approval, he mysteriously explained: "We are back to do a cultural relic business."
Bai Liu suddenly said, "Oh, are Brother Yang and Brother Kong coming back to robber the tomb?"
Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhiqi had a meal together.
That's right, they are playing the role of two tomb robbers. The main purpose of coming back this time is to steal a funerary in the main tomb in the excavated tomb. This is also a side task of their identity.
Kong Xuyang hadn't planned to hide Bai Liu's identity, because the tomb they were going to was just under the ancestral home of Bai Liu and their ancestors. Without the leadership of the "descendants" of Bai Liu, they would not be able to enter.
Bai Liu was lost in thought.
In the lyrics of the bride in the coffin just now, three kinds of people who could never leave Yinshan Village alive were mentioned.
One is the one who doesn't respect the ancestors, which obviously refers to the supernatural anchor Mu Sicheng.
One is the robbers and thieves, and it is no accident that Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang are.
There is also a person who has forgotten his ancestors.
Bai Liu lowered his gaze to look at the "Manuscript of Maoshan Witchcraft" in his arms—this is him.
The ancestors and ancestors of Yinshan Village have respected Taoism for generations and believed in Taoism. They believed in Taoism very piously. As a result, Bai Liu actually came back with a sorcery and used it to borrow money to repay his debts. He was unfaithful, unrighteous and unfilial.
Judging from the current situation, his identity should be the most dangerous and riskiest.
But the higher the risk, the greater the return. Although Bai Liu can't remember anything, he does not reject this identity and is happy to continue according to the setting of this identity.
For example, guard the first seven.
Bai Liu looked at the dien niche facing him, and the photo on it was a black and white photo of a loving grandmother holding on to his shoulder.
In the black and white photo, Bai Liu has a strange smile on his face.
Early the next morning.
When Bai Liu woke up, he and Mu Sicheng were the only ones in the temple. Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi didn’t know where they went. Bai Liu awakened Mu Sicheng who was still asleep, and walked to the entrance of the temple. He looked down and paused. Living.
Mu Sicheng sleepily followed Bai Liu to the entrance of the temple. He also lowered his head and glanced, and he was completely shocked and sobered: "My grass, what is this!"
The wreaths placed in the temple were chaotically and scattered on the ground, as if they had been severely smashed by somebody's turn. There were scattered white paper flowers everywhere on the ground.
However, these are not the most crippled, the most crippled is the dense and neat rows of small footprints at the entrance of the temple.
This footprint is only half the size of a child’s palm, and is triangular in shape, with only the forefoot, as if a group of people walking on tiptoes to and fro in a certain pattern at the entrance of the temple, seemingly wanting to come in but unable to enter, and finally forced to leave. NS.
Bai Liu looked at the footprints for a while, then bowed his head and walked outside following the leaving footprints.
"Hey!" Mu Sicheng was anxious as soon as Bai Liu left. He glanced at the weird footprints in fear, and finally stomped and gritted his teeth and followed away. "Aren't you afraid!"
Bai Liu walked forward indifferently.
These series of footprints went around the temple, seeming to be trying to find the entrance to the temple. After going around a few times, they returned without success, and finally went to the village.
Mu Sicheng held up the camera to shoot, he rubbed his arms and looked at these bizarre footprints with trembling teeth.
These footprints are like a group of people walking together on tiptoes, and the steps are all the same. The spacing left by each footprint is the same on the naked eye, until it reaches the village road, this series of regular and dense footprints Just started to disperse.
These footprints went from one or several places on the avenue to various houses in the village. The footprints disappeared in front of the house, as if they were going home.
Mu Sicheng wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he took this photo, but soon Bai Liu gave him the final blow.
Bai Liu followed the footprints to the door of the room. The footprints disappeared on a piece of mud in front of the door. Bai Liu squatted down and opened the debris of wood branches covering the mud. Mu Sicheng clearly saw the place where the footprints disappeared. A scene that made his blood freeze.
The heel of the tiptoe footprint suddenly fell to the ground, turning into a complete footprint, and two paw prints appeared, and the five-finger posture of the two palm prints was still reversed.
It seems that here, the "person" who came home put down his heels and touched the ground with both hands, began to twist his limbs and crawl into the house with the ground.
Mu Sicheng's hair stood on end: "What is this!"
Bai Liu got up, he looked at the room door that had a looming gap: "Go in and take a look."
After speaking, Bai Liu pushed open the door.
The old wooden door made a long creak, and then slowly opened.
Dust drifted in the house. Although it was daytime, the light was still extremely dim, and only the outline of some furniture could be seen vaguely. Bai Liu turned on the flashlight of the phone and walked inside.
Mu Sicheng swallowed, shaking his hands and holding the camera and walked in.
As soon as I walked into the house, I understood why it was dim. The whole house was airtight. Only two tiles on the top were translucent, which acted as skylights through which light could enter. It was covered with spider webs.
There is also a stove with wood fire in the corner. On the stove is a large rusty iron pot with a few chipped ceramic pots on the edge, which seem to be used for seasoning.
Mu Sicheng tried to turn on the lights, but failed. He waved the dust in the air and coughed and said to Bai Liu who was walking in front: "I don't know how long people have lived here, and the lights are not powered on."
"It's not necessarily." Bai Liu raised his torch and pointed it at the wall. "Didn't we just come in with someone? Maybe it lives here."
Mu Sicheng's scalp numb: "Don't make such a joke..."
His voice stopped abruptly as he looked at Bai Liu's flashlight-lit wall.
The light just now was too dim, and Mu Sicheng had been looking at the camera screen, he did not notice that the whole house, on the ground, on the walls, and even on the beams were the same limbs they had just seen outside the house. Mud handprints and mud footprints.
The mud handprints and footprints on the wall that Bai Liu is now illuminating densely cover the entire wall, and the wall is painted grayish yellow. If you don't look carefully, you think this wall is a mud wall.
But after a closer look...
These handprints and footprints were all distorted, and it was almost as if people's arms and feet were chopped off and dipped in dirt and printed on the wall. Mu Sicheng couldn't imagine this kind of limbs growing on a person.
Bai Liu calmly raised the flashlight and continued walking inside as if he hadn't seen these handprints and footprints.
Mu Sicheng didn't want to follow for several times, but he didn't dare to go out alone, so he could only follow.
Passing through a main room with a few burnt candles in the corner, Bai Liu and the others came to the bedroom of this room.
In the bedroom are two overhead wooden beds hung with mosquito nets. There is an FM TV set at least twenty years old, and an electric fan hung with a spider web next to it.
Mu Sicheng didn't dare to look around at all. He fixed his eyes firmly on the small screen of the camera. Only Bai Liu was photographed on the small screen.
Bai Liu lifted the mosquito net hung on the wooden bed. He stepped on the edge of the bed, probed in and inspected, half-concealed by the white mosquito net.
Mu Sicheng patted intently, and then he suddenly called out in horror.
Bai Liu turned around and said, "What's the matter?"
Mu Sicheng's face turned pale in fright, and he tremblingly pointed to the bed that Bai Liu stretched his head into: "Just now, a crooked head stuck out under the bed!"
Bai Liu knelt down and looked at the bed without hesitation.
Mu Sicheng almost tugged Bai Liu to prevent Bai Liu from looking under the bed, his voice almost frightened: "You still look at a woolen thread! Let's go out first! Would I still lie to you! Really stretched out a pale and pale Still looking at your head crookedly!"
Bai Liu pulled Mu Sicheng over, held his chin and asked him to look at the bottom of the bed, with a calm voice: "You see if there is a human head."
Mu Sicheng closed his eyes tightly at first, then opened one eye carefully after a while, and suddenly said, "No, no more."
"But I really saw it just now!" Mu Sicheng raised the camera and handed it to Bai Liu.
Bai Liu said lightly: "If you really see it, and it's not under the bed now, it should be in the bed with a high probability."
Mu Sicheng was upside down, he seemed to have suddenly realized something, his face completely froze, he carefully handed the camera to Bai Liu, dare not to go out, and moved the finger holding the upside down button to the selfie. .
The camera's camera turned from video to self-portrait, the angle of view of the screen changed, and the heads of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng appeared on the screen.
But more than that, a third head appeared on the screen.
A pale and crooked head was stretched out of the bed, with his hands resting on the edge of the bed, and then covered by the mosquito net and Bai Liu and the others looked side by side towards the bottom of the bed.