The corpse has turned into a corpse.
Chen Yang looked at the dandelions drifting in the wind and opened his mouth silently. This was different from the mutation he had imagined.
The corpse did not turn into a disgusting monster, but it made him even more horrified.
The dandelion came over here. Chen Yang took a breath and said in a trembling voice: "Will anything happen if it flies over us?"
"Never mind, let's run quickly."
After Chen Yang finished speaking, he turned around and ran, but suddenly he stopped the car and looked back at the young man who was still sitting on the ground with his back to him. The other party could not run away.
The boy was wearing black clothes, and his back almost blended into the cold night. Chen Yang glanced at the dandelion that was already approaching, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll carry you."
Without waiting for his response, he retracted his crutches and quickly pulled him onto his back. His movements were quick and without any hesitation.
The boy's pupils shrank, his whole body tensed up, and his face was very gloomy: "Put me down, I can walk by myself."
"Why are you showing off? Take the cane so I can hold you up."
Chen Yang stuffed the crutch into his hand without saying anything, and ran deep into the woods with him on his back.
The breathing sound by my ear was very heavy, but the slender figure was very firm. The boy was silent for a while with an expressionless face and tilted his head to observe the wind direction.
"To the left."
Chen Yang's feet suddenly became aware of the situation and he ran faster, holding him more steadily.
When Chen Yang stopped, he had already carried the young boy on his back, walked out of the woods through a very remote path, and went around to the back of Grandma Qi's old house.
Chen Yang underestimated the boy's weight. He didn't expect him to be so heavy. His legs were shaking and he was sweating all over. He leaned against the wall and gasped.
Fortunately, he had played basketball for many years before the accident, and he cooperated with the treatment during his time in the rehabilitation center, so his foundation was still there, otherwise he really would not have been able to hold on.
Chen Yang wiped his face while panting, his hands suddenly froze, and the warm sweat on his face and body instantly cooled down.
"I see!"
The boy leaned on his crutches and looked at his injured foot: "Know what?"
"Smell, I know what I smelled besides the fertilizer." Chen Yang stretched out his sweat-wiping hand to him, "Smell it, this is it."
The boy lowered his head and smelled it: "It smells like plant juice."
"right."
Chen Yang lowered his head and pinched the light green color that had been stained on his fingertips at some point in time. It turned out that the child was no longer a human being when he died.
"Everything has a cause and an effect, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end."
Chen Yang murmured, his sister lying in a pool of blood and the criminal who stopped breathing under his brick appeared in front of him. His head felt a sharp pain for a second.
What on earth did they do to cause such a disaster to happen to the island
Seeing that the boy was still looking at the bent leg, Chen Yang asked with concern: "Did you bump into anything when I was carrying you?"
Boy: “Yeah.”
Chen Yang: "… I'm sorry, I wasn't careful."
Boy: “Yeah.”
Chen Yang: “…”
Thank you? Chen Yang shook his head helplessly, not caring about this little thing. He carried him on his back and he showed the way. Together they got rid of the dandelion group. This was the first time they had cooperated in the true sense.
The boy took out the medicine bottle and shook it. There were still six pills left. He poured two into his mouth, rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed them: "Why not do the same as them?"
This was said abruptly and without a beginning or an end, but Chen Yang understood it. He didn't joke or pretend to be mysterious, but told the truth: "We have met in the real world. Unlike the other people, I also believe in my intuition. You are worthy of my trust."
The boy stopped talking, and after taking the medicine, he seemed a little more distracted.
It seems like there is still a bit of...peace
Chen Yang let out a breath. In fact, it is best not to deal with this kind of person in real life. He is silent and hard to see through, and he seems to be quiet and introverted, but inexplicably has a sense of danger and violence.
But now the situation is special and it needs special treatment.
Chen Yang thought immorally that if the boy's leg was not injured and he could not walk without crutches, and Zhang Yan and the others were too rational and selfish, it would be really difficult for him to find a chance to get close to him.
And this young man didn't reject me very much.
The island was calm tonight but soon became chaotic again.
No one suspected that the body in the coffin had been taken away and secretly replaced with dandelions, because there were no dandelions in this season, not yet the month.
That's what the corpse has become.
The body exploded.
Many people said that Aunt Liu’s youngest son was definitely not just possessed by evil spirits, but had offended the gods and violated a taboo that would not be forgiven even after his death.
They can't get close to Aunt Liu, otherwise they will get into trouble.
Granny Qi asked a few calm people to take torches and burn the mountain.
To be precise, it is to burn dandelions.
But there were too many dandelions, clinging to the treetops and grass, and the best thing to do was to light a fire.
Zhang Yanlin Yue and Zhao Yuan were still at Grandma Qi's house. They hid there for a while and took the opportunity to search for her when she was out.
The cellar was not found.
No matter how careful Zhang Yan and Lin Yue were, they found nothing. But Zhao Yuan was careless. He searched here and there and accidentally found a box. It was very old and empty.
But the empty box was not just thrown into a corner, it was placed very carefully, and they had to pay attention to it.
"That old woman is not easy to deal with."
Zhang Yan looked at the thick smoke billowing in the mountains and the fire raging into the sky, and his tone was a little heavy.
"nonsense."
Lin Yue was looking at the Buddhist beads scattered on the floor. When they sneaked in, Granny Qi was chanting. The beads broke after a while. She didn't pick them up, but opened the drawer, took out a new one, and continued to chant.
It was not until a sudden change occurred in the mountains and there were shouts outside that Granny Qi stopped counting the beads. She held the beads in her hand for about a minute.
Because of the angle, Lin Yue could clearly see Grandma Qi's fear in that minute, and then it was gone.
Granny Qi remembered to close the door when she left, and she was not panicky at all.
Even if you haven't dealt with similar things, at least you have experienced it personally.
The noise outside continued, with children crying and adults shouting, and the islanders were still in shock.
"Luckily I'm not the one looking at the coffin." Zhao Yuan held the box in his arms, his childish face pale. "You heard the shouting outside, right? The corpse turned into dandelions. It's too scary. I still like the aliens in the movies. I would rather be disgusted than this kind of bizarre and thrilling plot."
"I don't know what happened to the two people who were watching the coffin." He was worried about Chen Yang and that handsome guy, and he felt really worried about them.
"QQ"
There was a sudden knock on the wooden window, and the three people in the room were startled.
"It's me." Chen Yang's voice came from outside the window, "Granny Qi is back, come out quickly."
Soon, the five people met at the back of the house, exchanged information, and then sat against the wall in collective silence.
The air smelled of burning grass and smoke; the fire was still burning.
That piece of mountain is going to burn down.
The box was passed from Zhao Yuan to Zhang Yan, then to Chen Yang, and finally to Lin Yue. She looked at it for a while, took a few photos, and then handed it to the boy and walked it in front of him.
Perhaps it was because she was facing this painting and the moonlight was shining on her, the impact was too strong. Lin Yue, who was already familiar with the romantic world, was a little dazed and did such a girlish thing without realizing it.
However, the boy did not answer.
Chen Yang took the box away amid Lin Yue's embarrassed laughter and continued to check it. He touched it carefully inside and out, repeatedly looking at the series of bumps on the lid, and suddenly had an idea: "Do you think this is text?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Zhang Yan said: "Chinese characters are used on the island."
Chen Yang pointed to the heavy feeling of age under his fingertips: "Could it be that it's not something from the island?"
Lin Yue stared at him: "Why is he on the island?"
Chen Yang's men kept moving, describing carefully, memorizing the details: "Left behind, dropped, stolen, picked up, robbed, there are many reasons."
"We can't understand whether it's written or not."
Zhao Yuan was sober for once: "The things in the box are still missing. I don't think the old woman took them. If it wasn't her, who else could it be? She is so good at winning people's hearts. Is there anyone with ulterior motives on the island?"
"And more," he pulled his short hair with both hands, dandruff flying lightly, "tell me, the box is empty, why didn't she throw it away, but hid it instead?"
Chen Yang turned his head to look at Zhao Yuan: "Where did you find this box, under Granny Qi's bed?"
"No," Zhao Yuan shook his head, "It's far from the bed."
When Chen Yang heard Zhao Yuan describe the approximate location, his eyelids twitched. It was very likely that Grandma Qi was afraid of this box.
I'm still afraid that the things inside will be lost. It's not that I don't want to throw away the box, but I don't dare.
Chen Yang was thinking seriously, and Zhao Yuan suddenly said, "The scratches on your face..."
He was about to casually say that it was scratched by a branch when he heard the other person mutter, "It's red."
"… "
Chen Yang threw the box into the arms of the young man beside him and asked Zhao Yuan: "If it's not red, what color is it? I'm still a human being."
Zhao Yuan was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak.
Neither he nor Zhang Yanlinyue sat next to Chen Yang. They were both on guard against the cursed person.
Zhang Yan asked Lin Yue to turn on her phone and face it towards Chen Yang. He supported himself on the ground with one hand, moved as close as possible, took a look, but saw nothing unusual.
"The situation of the curse is most likely different for each person. The changes that occur in the body are different. You may not necessarily turn into a dandelion, nor may you necessarily like to eat fertilizers."
Chen Yang felt unhappy when he heard the second half of the sentence.
"Bang"
The boy's crutch hit a stone, and Chen Yang was distracted and no longer worried about whether he was cursed or not.
Chen Yang discussed it with a few others and then went back to Li Dafu.
The older you get, the more mysterious things you see. Granny Qi is the oldest, but it's not a good idea to confront her head-on for now. Apart from her, the next longest-lived people are those who are over 90 years old.
Old Mrs. Li is one of them.
At this time, Old Mrs. Li was not asleep. She was standing alone at the door with a hunched back and her gray head tilted in one direction.
Chen Yang walked over: "Old lady, why are you standing here? Where is your son?"
Old Mrs. Li didn't respond.
At this time, everyone felt a little scared.
Chen Yang looked in the direction the old woman was looking at. There was only a flame. He raised his voice and called close to her ear, "Old lady?"
Old Mrs. Li's face, covered with age spots, moved and her pale, sunken mouth opened and closed.
Chen Yang's expression changed instantly, and he quickly whispered to the people behind him: "The old lady's mouth smells like fertilizer!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Yan and Lin Yue stepped back immediately. Zhao Yuan stood there in a daze, reacting a little slowly. After he came to his senses, he also ran away.
Chen Yang did not rule out the possibility that they were cursed because of the smell of fertilizer. How could they not hide
In just a few seconds, the atmosphere changed drastically.
Chen Yang glanced at Zhang Yan and the others who were hiding far away beside the haystack. He was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the young man who was still standing there. If he couldn't run away, he could just walk away with crutches.
No matter if he didn't care, didn't take it seriously, or wasn't afraid of death, he didn't leave anyway.
Chen Yang didn't expect the boy to ask questions, he just wanted to stay there. He took on the task of asking questions and intentionally or unintentionally used a normal voice to test: "Grandma, do you know that Aunt Liu's youngest son is in trouble again?"
Old Mrs. Li seemed to be suddenly not hard of hearing this time: "Aunt Liu's has turned into a dandelion."
Chen Yang swallowed and nodded: "Yes, it turned into a dandelion. It is said that it exploded in the coffin. Now the mountain is burning. We are all very scared."
Old Lady Li's cloudy eyes moved from him to the young man, and then looked at Zhang Yan and the others in the haystack: "Two are missing."
Chen Yang's scalp went cold: "I don't know where they went to play and they haven't come back yet."
Mrs. Li said in her old voice, "You can't run around."
"Yes, we are worried too." Chen Yang said, "But now that something like this has happened on the island, we dare not go looking for them."
"It's so horrible. How can a person become like that after death? We are all atheists. Are there really gods in this world..."
Before Chen Yang could finish his words, he found the old lady stretching her neck and moving closer to him, and his scalp felt even colder.
Old Mrs. Li opened her mouth, the smell of fertilizer pungent in her nose: "Yes."
Those cloudy eyes were scattered, and I didn't know what they were looking at: "Yes, there are."
Chen Yang suppressed his retching and said, "Did Aunt Liu's youngest son really offend the gods? He is just a child, how could he offend..."
"Kids, why haven't you guys left the island yet? Let Dafu take you away, quickly! Quickly!"
Chen Yang was interrupted by the old lady's anxious voice, and then heard her say, "I can't leave."
"Da Fu can't leave. No one will take you off the island."
The turbidity in Mrs. Li's eyes faded away in an instant, and intense fear and regret surged out, and then became turbid again. She looked at the fire and sighed, muttering mysteriously: "No one can escape."
Chen Yang saw the old lady return to the yard. He followed her all the way with his eyes and saw eleven bags of fertilizer piled next to the cart and an empty bag on the ground.
When the wind blew, the bag floated up a little, brushing against the ground, and the sound made people feel creepy.
Chen Yang whispered to the boy who had been lying on the crutches: "Do you want to eat fertilizer?"
The boy said nothing.
Chen Yang said: "I don't want to do that yet."
"What should I do? I feel like vomiting. I can't hold it back any longer. The taste in the old lady's mouth is really..."
Chen Yang’s eyes suddenly widened, and the boy also frowned.
Old Mrs. Li nimbly took out a shovel and dug a hole in front of the door in no time. She stood in the hole and buried the dug soil into the hole.
Chen Yang grabbed the boy's crutches: "What is she doing?"
Boy: "Plant yourself into the soil."
Chen Yang shuddered: "Old, old lady?"
Old Mrs. Li was planting herself woodenly.
The pit was not dug deep, and the soil buried up to Old Lady Li's calves. It was pressed tightly with the back of a shovel. In the blink of an eye, her limbs stretched out and became branches, and her whole body turned into a weirdly shaped tree.
Old Mrs. Li's face began to distort and gradually turned into stiff bark.
Everyone who witnessed this scene felt a chill enveloping them, and they felt cold from the inside out.
"Why are you standing at the door instead of going into the house?"
Li Dafu and a father and son ran over. He saw what Chen Yang and the others saw. His short and thin body suddenly froze, and his hoarse voice trembled: "Where's my mother?"
No one answered.
Half of Mrs. Li’s head was still there.
The father and son who followed were terrified, and the smell of urine quickly spread.
Li Dafu's dark face was shaking violently. He yelled at Chen Yang and the others even louder, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was fierce and crazy: "I'm asking you, where is my mother?"
Chen Yang was trying his best to organize his words, the boy was indifferent and aloof, Zhang Yan and Lin Yue were looking at the trees with unconcealable fear in their eyes, they didn't care about Li Dafu who was afraid to face the reality.
Zhao Yuan was the most immature among the group. He couldn't avoid Li Dafu's murderous gaze and couldn't stand it anymore. He broke down and cried, "Didn't you see it?"
"That's your mother!" He pointed at the old tree where a little human skin had not yet turned into bark, and shouted to Li Dafu, "That's her!"
"Bullshit!"
Li Dafu rushed forward with bloodshot eyes, roared and kicked Zhao Yuan away. When he was about to kick him a second time, he noticed something from the change in the other person's expression and turned around to take a look.
The old tree in front of the door drooped its branches and the leaves swayed in the wind.
Li Dafu was stunned. His feet staggered and he fell straight to the ground, hitting his head with a bang.
The next moment he climbed up using his hands and feet, pushed open Chen Yang at the door and ran into the house. When he came out, he was holding an axe in his hand.
"This isn't my mom! This isn't my mom!"
Li Dafu ran to the tree and swung his axe wildly, his face dripping with blood and looking extremely ferocious: "Monster, this is a monster!"
“Crack—”
The old tree was cut down and its branches and leaves were torn into pieces.
Li Dafu staggered, threw away the axe, picked up a handful of broken branches and ran into the kitchen. He stuffed all of them into the pot tremblingly, mumbling incoherently: "Burn it, burn it, burn it all."