Chapter 220: Inhuman (28) (1st + 2nd) [VIP]

The two kitchen knives in Xiaofei's home were taken away by his parents. They searched around the kitchen and only found a fruit knife and a heavy bone-cutting knife.

Xiao Fei tried to wave it a few times, then gave up: "Brother Er, I'll go find Sister Xiao Tang to change."

The bone-cutting knife is too heavy and inconvenient to hold, so it is more suitable for physical monsters like Xiao Tang.

Xiao Fei packed up the boning knife and ran towards Xiao Tang's house before the sun set. Bai Jinshu looked around the kitchen but couldn't find a whetstone, so he had to dig out two ceramic plates from the cupboard. Although they were not as good as the whetstone used specifically for sharpening knives, the rough bottom of the plate could barely serve as a substitute.

The sound of friction between the ceramic plate bottom and the blade is much sharper and more harsh than that of using a whetstone.

Bai Jinshu tried sharpening it a few times and felt that his ears were irritated by the sound. But even so, the two villagers who were sharpening their knives at the door seemed to be unaware of it.

Bai Jinshu looked at the thin fruit knife in his hand, and even at this moment he had an idea that if he walked up to them and stabbed them, they would not resist.

It seems that all they have in their eyes is sharpening their knives.

Xiao Tang's method, apart from being a bit inhumane, does reveal the simple wisdom of the people. Since they will turn into violent monsters after all the houses are burned down, why not just get rid of them before they go violent?

Bai Jinshu twitched his lips, weighed the knife in his hand, and felt that he must have been assimilated after spending too much time with Xiao Tang, a single-celled organism whose thinking became extremely violent when it came to fighting.

Now all the villagers are sharpening their knives. Who knows if they suddenly go up and stab a villager with a knife, it will cause attacks from other villagers, or make other villagers think that they are not themselves, thus triggering the forced stiffness death mechanism like that of a vegetative person.

Wait a moment……

He suddenly stopped sharpening the knife.

Now everyone in the village is sharpening their knives...What about Mr. Huang and Huai Jiamu?

Bai Jinshu looked out the window. There was still about half an hour before sunset, and Xiaofei had not returned yet. He walked around, found a pen and paper in his bedroom, left a note saying "I'm going to find someone", and walked towards the ancestral hall with the fruit knife that he had sharpened to a nearly sharp point.

He didn't know where Mr. Huang was arranged to stay, but the gap between the rich and the poor in this village was not big. It didn't make sense that the distinguished guest would be allowed to stay in a certain family because of its better conditions. It was probably to show respect, and the host family who entertained the guests should have a very high status in the village.

There are not many houses to choose from, and the village chief's house is one of them.

There was still about half an hour left before the end of the night, so he was not in a hurry. After all, he didn't know whether Mr. Huang would choose to live with Huai Jiamu, so he just wanted to try his luck.

Along the way, the villagers passing by were still sharpening their knives.

In order to prevent any accidents, Bai Jinshu took the knife he had just sharpened with him before leaving.

So compared to before, this time when Bai Jinshu walked by, a few people cast glances at the sharp fruit knife in his hand. The glances stayed on the knife for a very short time, and it was impossible to tell what they meant. One could only vaguely feel that the people who cast the glances did not have good intentions, and the content of that look was definitely not friendly.

Bai Jinshu walked along, paying attention to the reactions of the people around him. Most people were concentrating on sharpening their knives, and those who looked at him were the young people in the village.

Most of these young people did not sharpen their knives. They just stood in front of their own doors, looking idly at the road in front of them.

It was as if their eyes were afraid of him; as soon as he moved away, they looked away.

What exactly happened in the village while these triggermen were dealing with the chicken?

"Brother Xiaochuan..." Finally, when he turned a corner, the girl named Xiaohan suddenly came out and called him, whispering, "What are you... sharpening the knife for?"

"I see everyone is sharpening their knives. What's the matter? Is it just me who can't?" Bai Jinshu stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes..." Xiao Han seemed confused by his question and took a few seconds to react. "That gentleman...that gentleman said we don't have to participate tomorrow."

"If we don't participate tomorrow, who will go to the ritual tomorrow?" Bai Jinshu looked around, "The elders in the village?"

Is this preparation for the ritual?

He remembered the kitchen knife he had received at today's ritual.

The blade was sharp, with a hint of cold light flashing on it, and there were tiny iron filings around it, which showed at first glance that it had been newly sharpened.

Are these people sharpening their knives for the same thing?

"Yes... the elders are the ones who go," Xiao Han's eyes dodged, "I saw you holding a knife, and I thought you didn't know about Mr. Huang's arrangement, so I hurried to remind you."

Her expression didn't look like she was trying to remind me.

To remind herself, what is she afraid of?

Rather than saying that she came to remind herself, it would be more accurate to say that Xiao Han saw him walking in the village with a knife in her hand and was afraid of what he was going to do.

Bai Jinshu weighed the knife in his hand with a half-smile: "Okay, I understand. Is there anything else about tomorrow's ritual? I was just dealing with the chicken, so I didn't hear what Mr. Huang said."

"Mr. Huang just said that tomorrow's official ritual...all those who participated in today's ceremony don't have to go, and everyone who wants to go must bring a sharp knife from home," Xiao Han whispered after hearing this, "Brother Xiaochuan, if you don't go, you don't have to sharpen the knife."

“This knife…” She mustered up her courage and stepped forward. “It’s not safe to hold this knife in your hands. Give it to me!”

Bai Jinshu took a step back lightly, avoiding her hand: "Really? I'm not in good physical condition, and it's a bit tiring to hold this knife."

There was indeed something wrong with the behavior of these villagers.

Seeing that he seemed to have taken a step back, Xiao Han's expression suddenly became more urgent: "Then give it to me! Give me the knife!"

This expression, combined with the harsh sound of knife sharpening in the background, actually created a different kind of horror.

"Okay." Bai Jinshu raised his eyebrows.

Several quick comments popped up in the live broadcast room:

【Anchor, don’t give it. 】

[Is the anchor not very smart? He believes this? 】

[This anchor can lie, how can he not be smart! ]

[Is the host unable to beat Xiao Han now? If the host cannot beat Xiao Han, everyone will be wiped out. ]

[The anchor knew he couldn't beat one person but still came out. He's really not very smart! 】

【Please make your words clear before posting comments. 】

The comments started to quarrel. Bai Jinshu glanced at it and almost lost his expression.

The train of thought of these viewers is directly comparable to Xiao Tang's.

Xiao Han could see with his naked eyes that something was wrong. The knives that these villagers were sharpening must have another meaning. It was impossible for these villagers to tell them now, so he was just trying to trick them.

Anyway, there is no one else here, and he is prepared for his personality to be triggered after entering the combat environment. At worst, he can let them clean up the situation.

"What's wrong?" At this moment, a voice came from behind Bai Jinshu.

"Mr. Han...Mr. Han," Xiao Han paused, and with great difficulty forced a smile through his anxious expression, "Why did you come out?"

It was Huai Jiamu's voice.

The village chief’s house was not far from here, and he probably heard Xiao Han calling his name.

Bai Jinshu turned around with the knife in his hand. Not far away, Huai Jiamu was standing in the middle of the road with his hands in his pockets, looking at them.

"What are you doing?" He frowned.

Xiao Han forced out an earnest smile: "Didn't Mr. Huang say that only those who participated in the ceremony needed to sharpen their knives? I saw Brother Xiaochuan coming in with a bunch of fruit, so I thought of reminding him..."

Her previous actions could not be considered a warning.

Xiao Han was young after all, and couldn't lose face. As soon as he said this, he saw Bai Jinshu's expression as if he was watching a play and Huai Jiamu's face full of suspicion, so he couldn't continue. He hurriedly found an excuse to leave: "Since you are here, sir, I will go back first... My mother's back is not in good condition, I will go to sharpen her knife."

Without waiting for Huai Jiamu's reply, she took a few steps back and hurried back in the direction she came from. She disappeared in a moment and no longer had the momentum of trying to snatch his knife as she did a few minutes ago.

After Xiao Han left, Bai Jinshu weighed the knife in his hand, turned around and blaming him without any hesitation: "You scared away my clue."

He also wanted to see what Xiao Han would look like after taking the knife away.

Anyway, fruit knives are not rare things. There are all kinds of knives in the kitchen. It's just that that one was sharpened by him. Even if he gave it to Xiao Han, he could just sharpen another one. It's not a big deal.

He just wanted to see why Xiao Han wanted the knife in his hand so eagerly?

Is it that the "knife" in his hand is more special, or is it that as the younger generation cannot participate in tomorrow's ritual, the "knife" has a special meaning to them?

Huai Jiamu appeared in time, Xiao Han ran away, and the clues were gone.

"What clue?" Huai Jiamu, who was blamed by him, came over and glanced at the direction where Xiao Han ran. "What do you want to know? I'll tell you."

"Okay," Bai Jinshu responded quickly, and a series of questions came out of his mouth as if they were prepared in advance. "What is the ritual for tomorrow? What is the purpose of sharpening knives? What is the ritual for today? What will happen after all the houses are burned down? What does Xiaochuan represent to this village? What exactly happened in Toushou Village and Zhoufu Village back then? Is there something suppressed under Zhoufu Village? Are the identities obtained by all the triggerers related to this thing?"

Huai Jiamu was stumped for a moment by his series of questions. Bai Jin added slowly, "Oh, you don't have to tell me everything. Just tell me what you know."

"Anyway, the sun will set in... a dozen minutes," he added after glancing at his watch, "just tell me what you know."

Since You Gaohan is the identity that the triggerer can obtain, he probably doesn't know much about these things. It's better to ask the barrage than to ask him.

Huai Jiamu probably doesn't know now that the identity he got is also one of the triggerers. After all, according to his previous experience, most of the time when he dissolved into the copy, the identities that were dissolved were those outside the plot. He might not even know that everyone was about to give up on him.

"Let's start with Zhoufu Village," Huai Jiamu was silent for a moment and coughed lightly, "You Gaohan is suppressed under Zhoufu Village..."

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The sound of sharpening knives in the village continued until the next morning.

The sun of the fourth day rose after a brief darkness.

"Still sharpening it?" Xiao Tang opened the window and looked down, his eyes widened in surprise, "You haven't been sharpening the knife all night, have you?"

The sitting posture of the two people in front of the house has not changed. They are in the same position as when the sun sets. After one night, the knife has been sharpened by them to be extremely sharp and thin, so thin that it can break a hair.

The morning sun shone from the side, making the knives in their hands shine with cold light.

"This isn't going to be used to chop us, is it..." Xiao Tang glanced at the bone-chopping knife in his hand, cursing, "We've been working on it all night, what deep hatred is this? Is it that serious?"

All the triggerers stood in the room holding their own sharpened knives, listening to the knife-sharpening sounds gradually stopping in the village, and all of them had similar guesses as Xiao Tang.

I have been sharpening a knife all night, saying it is for a ritual. Who would believe it?

"Xiaobo, Xiaochuan?" Aunt Rong's voice came from outside the door, "Open the door, come out and have a meal. After dinner we will go to the grain field. Mr. Huang said that today's ritual must start before nine o'clock."

"Brother Er..." Xiao Fei turned his head slowly, "Open...Open or not?"

Ersi climbed in through the window a few minutes ago.

He did not come back before sunset yesterday. When the night fell and the sun rose, Xiao Fei suddenly heard two "knock knock" sounds outside the window. Ersi and the big monster were standing on the eaves of the second floor. When they saw him open the window, Ersi jumped in. The big monster nodded, then jumped off the eaves and left.

"Er Ge..." After he left, Xiao Fei lowered his voice carefully, "He... sent you back?"

"Well," Bai Jin said calmly as he took out his own fruit knife from the window, "I went to see him... and asked him something."

Huai Jiamu knew more than he thought, which resulted in him not being able to get back before sunset, so he had to let him send himself in through the window after the night fell.

The identity of "You Gaohan" contains a lot of important information, such as he is the one being suppressed under several houses in Fuzhou Village. It seems that he is also the key to the successful formation set up in Zhoufu Village back then.

For example, Mr. Huang came here to take You Gaohan away from here. This old man suddenly appeared in front of "You Gaohan" just like he suddenly appeared in front of Xi Ge, and burned two houses in Zhoufu Village in succession, freeing part of him from here and allowing him to follow him in "human form". If he wants to be completely liberated, he must follow Mr. Huang.

For example, tomorrow's ceremony is not the final one. It is divided into three parts. According to Mr. Huang, the first part is the one they attended. The second part is similar to the one they attended, except that the sacrificial animals are changed from chickens to cattle and sheep. As for the third part, he did not mention it, but Bai Jinshu had a bad guess.

And then there is…

His eyelids couldn't help twitching.

When Huai Jiamu said in an unusually calm statement, "I heard it. Tang Tang originally planned to exploit a bug to leave the ghost story and leave me, the sealed You Gaohan, in the copy," he was truly shocked.

So how could Huai Jiamu know...

This weird story is really... a very vicious design.

As one of the triggers, You Gaohan's interests are contrary to everyone's. In the ghost story, before all the houses were burned down, as a sealed person suppressed underground in Zhoufu Village, he was able to hear, see and understand everything that happened in the village!

That is to say, he knew everything that had happened in Zhoufu Village since this formation was set up more than 20 years ago, and he could hear all the conversations in the village as long as he wanted.

In other words…

If You Gaohan was someone else than Huai Jiamu, then he would have heard the entire process when his teammates were plotting how to kill him...

No wonder... before entering here, Shi Pang said that the mortality rate of this ghost story is very high.

How could human hearts withstand such provocation? Even if the person who triggered You Gaohan didn't intend to kill everyone at first, it would be hard not to turn evil when he heard that his teammates except him were planning how to get rid of him, right?

If these teammates were more two-faced and hypocritical, You Gaohan's teammate would definitely kill everyone without hesitation.

Before Shi Pang sent them in, he probably didn't know what the situation was like inside.

Fortunately, the person who got this fatal identity now was not someone else, but the "big weirdo" Huai Jiamu...

Thinking of this, Bai Jinshu actually felt secretly relieved. In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks were nothing.

Huai Jiamu didn't care about these things, because if others really did this, it would be easy for him to leave here.

Huai Jiamu's attitude towards this matter is as if he said, "I know the kid next door is going to scribble on the couplets in my house." It is full of indifference from the superior to the inferior, and from the strong to the weak.

This kind of indifference was too arrogant. Bai Jinshu silently mourned for Xiao Tang in his heart for a second.

Poor thing, Huai Jiamu only remembered that she came up with a bad idea, but had no memory of her subsequent slides and flattery. One can imagine her petrified face after hearing the news.

However, thanks to Jiamu's attitude, Bai Jinshu felt more confident about the massacre on the last day.

As the sun outside grew brighter, Xiao Fei's mother, who was knocking on the door, finally stopped.

"Child," she raised her voice, "Don't sleep! The ritual is about to begin! If you don't open the door, I'll break it down!"

"Er Ge!" Xiao Fei was thinking about the knife they had sharpened all night, so he didn't dare to open the door. He hurriedly looked at Bai Jinshu for advice.

"Open." Bai Jinshu grabbed the fruit knife on the table and quickly hid it under the quilt.

It's strange. Yesterday, Xiaohan said that they didn't need to participate in today's ritual, but today Aunt Rong urged them to open the door...

Who is telling the truth?

Xiao Fei bravely went to open the door and acted as if he had not woken up yet. Aunt Rong grabbed his ear and scolded him for a long time. She urged them to go downstairs to eat and hurried towards the grain field.

These villagers...seem to have returned to normal.

There were many villagers in the village walking towards the threshing ground. The weather was still cool in the morning and everyone was talking and laughing. There was no sign of the scary appearance of last night at all.

Among the villagers, the triggerers looked at each other and tacitly hid the knives they had sharpened last night.

Xiao He was also among them.

There was a bandage wrapped around his neck, with blood oozing from the edges of the bandage, and it was obvious that his wound had not healed well.

But soon, no one was in the mood to care about Xiao He's wound.

The crowd walked to the outskirts of the threshing ground. Before they even went inside, they heard voices coming from a distance: "The sea... the sea!"

"Oh my sea! Who the hell is that? Sea!"

The sound was so loud that everyone could hear it.

"Someone come! Someone come and lower the sea! Are you just going to stand by and watch?!"

The sound became increasingly miserable.

Everyone stopped and looked in her direction—

Inside the threshing ground, on a tall wooden pole, there was a figure whose identity was not clearly visible.

Although the face couldn't be seen clearly, everyone knew who it was instantly.

It's the sea.

The sun shone down from the top of the tall wooden pole, illuminating his back.

All the holes in the shirt he was wearing that were burned by the red cloth revealed a mottled pattern.

The newlyweds looked at each other, and a brave villager climbed up the wooden pole and released Dahai.

The crowd immediately gathered around, and for a moment, there was a lot of discussion.

"Who did this? The wound on the sea is so deep!"

"I didn't go out last night. My neighbors can testify that I was at the door the whole time."

"I'm at the door too."

"Dahai's mother, did Dahai go home last night?"

"Who is seeking revenge for this?"

"What kind of hatred could there be in the village? Could it be that the enemies from other places are looking for us?"

The newlyweds struggled to squeeze into the crowd.

Under the wooden pole, an extremely miserable corpse was lying in the middle.

What looked like a mottled pattern when viewed from the bottom up, turned out to be patches of torn skin when one got closer.

Dahai's body was covered with crisscrossing knife marks. Some of the wounds were so deep that the bones were exposed, as if the attacker hated him very much.

Dahai's parents were lying on the ground beside him, crying unconsciously. The villagers were talking about the matter, trying to prove their alibis and pointing fingers at others. In the end, they suspected that some bad guys had entered the village.

Bai Jinshu vaguely heard someone refute: "Impossible, since it has been getting hotter here, no one has come up for many years!"

"Dahai is a good kid. How could anyone in the village be so cruel..."

"These cuts... how could it not be caused by deep hatred? They are all cut from head to toe, without any signs of struggle."

Wait a moment……

Bai Jinshu suddenly thought of something.

He shifted his attention from the discussions of the people around him to the sea.

This time he saw it clearly.

There was a deep and severe wound on Dahai's leg.

This wound is familiar.

Yesterday afternoon, during the inexplicable ritual, when Mr. Huang asked him to chop the chicken with a knife from a distance, the second time he chopped the chicken, he aimed at its feet.

Although the blow was from a distance, it seemed as if it had really landed on the chicken. There was no wound on the chicken's body, but it fell down immediately.

Now, the wound on Dahai's calf is exactly the same as the place where the chicken was targeted yesterday.

What made him believe that there was a connection between the two was...

"Er Si..." Xiao Tang quietly approached him and said in a low voice, "Did you see that there are a few chicken feathers inside Dahai's clothes?"

In a place that the crowd didn't notice, there was a short hair inside Dahai's collar.

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