Chapter 351: Desperate Moment, the Hammer Falls from the Sky

"Bang"

The old door of the sacrificial hall was kicked open, and a group of people ran in in a panic.

The village temple consists of two parts. There is a large terrace outside, which is where the villagers usually hold meetings. The other part is the sacrificial hall, where the tablets of ancestors of all generations are enshrined.

"Damn it! What the hell was that just now!?"

"Did you see the color of their clothes? They're not bloody again!"

"The only thing that can make Xue Yi afraid is Xue Yi, and there are two of them. No wonder we lost contact after Grandmaster Zhou entered here."

"It's over, it's all over..."

The spirits of a group of people completely collapsed, and they saw no hope of survival.

Originally, after entering the ancestral hall and getting rid of the female ghost, everyone had no intention of going any deeper.

But not long ago, another accident happened.

A whimpering sound came from the darkness. A mute woman with her mouth sewn shut cried. Her cry was so shrill that everyone couldn't help but be fascinated by it. Some even wanted to go forward and ask her if she needed help.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew from behind them, and one of the teammates began to scream miserably.

When the group came to their senses from the crying, they saw that their teammate's lower body was covered in blood and flesh, and one of his legs was missing.

In the darkness, a limping old man was running very fast, holding something.

The group of people were stunned with fear. After they came to their senses, they felt a surge of fear in their hearts. They definitely couldn't stay in this place anymore, so they wanted to run away again.

However, a group of figures holding shrouds appeared again in the darkness, staring hungrily.

Although they are certainly not as terrifying as the mutilated ghosts in the ancestral hall, for a group of novice ghost messengers, the difference is not big, it means death either way.

So Zhao Xiaodong made a prompt decision and rushed into the memorial hall with a group of people, making a final struggle.

At this time, some people knelt on the ground, holding their heads with their hands, sobbing in pain. Some people grabbed their teammates' hands, trying to seek a little comfort, but they were also shaking violently. Some people opened their mobile phones to look at photos of their relatives, and kept shouting sorry.

They have undergone rigorous training and will not show such extreme emotions until the last moment.

However, this old village was too terrifying for a group of novice Yincha who had just come out of the training camp. It was far beyond their psychological endurance limit.

Even Zhao Xiaodong lost his composure.

He rushed into the hall with a flashlight in hand, searching for something anxiously and muttering to himself like crazy.

"No, no, there shouldn't be any unsolvable situation in this world."

"I must have overlooked something, I must have overlooked something..."

"What on earth happened here?"

He knocked over the tablets one by one.

Suddenly, he found something. It was a dusty booklet that recorded some major events that had happened in the village.

Zhao Xiaodong opened it tremblingly.

"In the winter of the Jiazi year, the widow Zhao, the tenth household in the west of the village, was unfaithful to her husband and gossiped about others. The village chief punished her by having her mouth sewn shut."

"In the winter of the Jiaxu year, Wang Laoer from the east village married his daughter to a neighboring village without permission. Despite being admonished by the village chief, he refused to change his ways and even escaped from the village in the middle of the night. The chief cut off one of his legs and executed his daughter as a warning."

"Gachonian..."

"In the spring of the Gengshen year, the eldest daughter of the seventh household in the east of the village, the Sun Laosan family, suddenly fell ill and was covered in red spots. The village chief went to see her and discovered that she was under an evil curse and should be expelled from the village to avoid disaster."

"The next day, at the village entrance meeting, Sun Lao San made a scene. The young men tried to stop him, but they accidentally beat him and crippled him. A family of scoundrels, a foolish woman hanged herself, and a foolish girl jumped into a well. It was a tragedy."

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaodong was struck by lightning.

He understood that the female ghost in the well was not the source of all the strange things happening in this village. Her blood-stained clothes were just a simple part of the countless "evil" in this village.

And these are heinous events.

There are as many as seven or eight such cases in the village’s nearly 100-year history.

He couldn't imagine how horrible this old village would be if every victim was covered in blood!

"It turns out I've been wrong all along."

"There are indeed some unsolvable traps in the world. If you lack strength, no matter how clever you are, once you are caught in the trap, you will be like an ant that is crushed to death!"

At this moment, Zhao Xiaodong felt deeply powerless.

A message popped up on his phone, indicating that the Grandmaster had sped up and would be here in a few dozen seconds. However, he didn't feel the slightest bit of joy.

In such a terrifying old village, even the master couldn't make a single wave when he came!

After thinking about it, he typed alertly.

"There may be more blood-stained clothes in the village than I previously estimated. It's possible there are seven. Master, please go back and apologize to our parents on our behalf. We can only fulfill our filial duties in our next life!"

As soon as he sent the message, he saw the master rushing towards here at a speed that seemed... even faster.