Chapter 20 Gu Village (20) Help!
For the next two or three days, the student team stayed in the Dragon Temple to rest and restore their strength and condition.
Although the dark Dragon Temple on the table looked extremely hideous and terrifying, and the red paint of the red house was as bright as blood, as long as nothing happened to them, this place would make them feel at ease.
No one disturbed him as Tan Yue concentrated on painting in the courtyard. He wanted to finish all the remaining portraits in one go.
The portraits of his childhood were done in one go and faster because they were purely based on his imagination. But the paintings of him when he was 15-18 years old were painted with extra care and took longer and more energy than before.
He was very focused and no one disturbed him. Song Yu and the others were not fools. As long as nothing happened and the food was barely enough, they didn't dare to cause trouble.
If they really shout every day, it might turn into a story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf". What if something really happens and Tan Yue ignores them?
No one could find the home of Tan Yue's boyfriend, and there was nothing else they could do except wait anxiously.
They were praying. There seemed to be nothing else they could do except wait. “Maybe my parents couldn’t get in touch with me, so they would find a way to find us.”
Wang Jiaojiao ate roasted sweet potatoes and said firmly: "My mother will never give up on me. She will definitely come to find me!"
These people have good relationships with their parents, and as for the children, as long as they are not married and have children, they firmly believe that their families outside will find a way to take them away.
All of them had dead cell phones and no playing cards, but it wasn't too boring.
Because there was nothing in the Dragon Temple, these young masters and young ladies opened their eyes and had a lot of work to do. They selected good wood from the firewood, built a clothes rack, and washed and hung up their dirty clothes.
When going to the toilet, they had to dig a dirt pit and usually bury the waste on the spot. They also had to prepare their own meals, light and extinguish the fire, wash the dishes and pots. If they wanted to live a less dirty life, these trivial household chores would consume all their time.
In addition, Song Yu also organized everyone to run and exercise every day.
"If we really encounter danger, we should run fast. Maybe we can escape successfully." They didn't dare to run anywhere else, so they ran around the Dragon Temple.
Lin Qingxue also encouraged the girls: "Once we have enough strength, maybe we can run all the way down the mountain in one breath?"
After spitting out the bugs, they did not disappear outside in the middle of the night. Perhaps the mountain road was 15 or 20 hours' walk from the outside world. This time, as long as they were well prepared, they would have a chance to escape from this mysterious mountain village.
The group did not discuss leaving with Tan Yue, nor did they ask him to take them away. Although the other party helped them, Tan Yue had no intention of leaving, saying that he wanted to spend more time with his boyfriend during the holiday.
The people in the village were not trustworthy. Moreover, Tan Yue's boyfriend was always mysterious and never showed up.
Song Yu used a sharp stone to carve the second stroke of the second character on the stone slab: "Today is July 9, Sunday, and it is also the 7th day since we came here."
A group of people went missing for seven whole days while exercising. According to the efficiency of their country, if the village was connected to the outside world, the police would have found them long ago.
But no one came, not their parents, friends, the original travel agency staff or the police, there was no sign of any outsider.
They felt that this village was like another dimension. It was said to be in the country, but there was no signal, and they couldn't get out. It was as if they had traveled through time and were not in their original world at all.
Several people encouraged each other, but they also became intermittently discouraged because they saw no hope of being rescued.
Song Yu said: "Don't be depressed, keep running, think about Zhang Xiong, at least we are still alive and well, we have food to eat, clothes to wear, and a place to live."
"You're right, at least we're still alive." Lin Qingxue, who looks weak, is the one who has been training the hardest during this period. Crying is useless, she has to work hard to train and increase her hope of survival.
Day 7 seemed no different from any other day. The sky was grey and looked particularly gloomy, but it hadn't rained yet.
On this day, after a few days of peaceful life, the small team finally heard unusual noises.
"Everyone line up and hide in the Dragon Temple!"
Six young men gathered together, each holding the weapons they had made in the past few days. They used knives to sharpen the tops of wooden sticks and made simple wooden spears.
These things may not be useful against monsters, but they are better than being helpless.
Among the people who came, there were a few whose clothes were obviously different from those of the villagers. Everyone looked familiar. They were tourists who were on the same bus with them. Some of them even laughed at them.
These eight people had a rope tied to their hands, their eyes were dull, and everyone's face looked no different from before, and their skin condition was even better than before.
But no one cared about the condition of their faces. Song Yu and his group were all staring at the stomachs of these tourists.
Among the tourists, both men and women, young and old, all had a big, round belly.
They were wearing thin clothes, and the middle-aged man's short-sleeved shirt was bulging, unable to cover his round belly. His belly was so big, as if a 30-pound watermelon was stuffed inside. The skin of his belly was stretched thin, smooth, and without wrinkles, but with black lines.
“Ah… it hurts…
While walking, the contents of tourists' stomachs would occasionally punch and kick, and the sharp insect legs would pierce their skin and cut a hole in their stomachs. At this time, they would let out small cries of pain.
The blood did not drip, but was absorbed by the contents of the stomach. The wound healed again, leaving only ugly scars. Those black lines were some narrow scars.
Because the skin was stretched like a translucent film, everyone could vaguely see what was inside the stomach, a lot of worms!
"Oh My God!"
Seeing the scene of those people, several people were shocked and disgusted, but the most of them were deeply terrified.
Everyone is aware of what is in those people's stomachs. They are actually hatched worms and a bunch of oval, white eggs. They are densely packed, and once they all hatch, they may break out of the body at any time.
"No...I absolutely don't want to become like that!"
The faces of several girls were extremely pale. Wang Jiaojiao dug her fingernails into her palms. She couldn't imagine herself becoming like those tourists, a petri dish for hatching poisonous insects. It would be better for her to just die.
Li Dan lowered her voice to a whisper and asked, "What should we do?"
Song Yu's intelligence and family background became insignificant in this environment.
In the law of the dark forest, apart from the brain, absolute power is the only thing that can stand on the top of the pyramid.
His lips trembled slightly: "Let's hide first and see what happens. If it doesn't work, just shout for Tan Yue!"
Because they do not have enough power, when faced with the absolute difference between monsters and ordinary humans, they can only rely on external things. If external forces are not enough, then they will just lie down and wait to die.
Today is a particularly important day. For the people of Heilongzhai, the day of sacrifice is one of the most important festivals in their lives.
The date of the festival is not fixed. Every time outsiders enter the village, the seventh day after their arrival, when the appropriate poisonous insects are cultivated, is the day the festival begins.
The villagers attach great importance to the sacrifice again after a hundred years. Every sacrifice is an opportunity to increase their strength.
The weird world is cruel, and with the fusion of the world, the weird domain of Black Dragon Village may also be invaded and swallowed by other powerful weirdness. In the future waves, they will seize every powerful opportunity.
All the villagers of Black Dragon Village came out of their houses. They looked different, but they all had the same eerie temperament, with pale and blue cheeks.
Everyone was wearing special navy blue clothes with various Kuilong patterns as well as centipede, spider and other patterns on them.
The village chief was at the front, with the tour guide and driver beside him, as well as a group of tourists who looked like paper figures. Yes, these tourists were covered in a thin layer of skin, with no flesh and blood. They were led by the village chief, floating lightly without touching the ground, like kites tied with strings.
Li Ang and his wife followed closely behind. The tourists, whose bellies looked like they were ten months pregnant, were tied with ropes and trapped among the villagers.
The student group did not see Granny Li, but that did not make them feel at ease.
"They're coming!"
"They are coming towards the Dragon Temple!"
This strange and terrifying sacrificial procession was getting closer and closer. Song Yu and the others were becoming more and more nervous. Wang Jiaojiao even started to bite her nails neurotically.
Li Dan's voice was extremely sharp and piercing because of fear: "What should I do? What should I do? They are getting closer and closer? I don't want to be fed to insects!"
The Dragon Temple was not very big, and with so many people pouring in, they would definitely be discovered. No one wanted to look like those tourists, nor could they pray for mercy from the villagers.
"What should I do, charge or hide?"
Wang Yihan asked Song Yu and Lin Qingxue that in the critical moment of his life, he needed someone to give him a shot in the arm for his decision.
As the team got closer, it seemed that their hiding place had been noticed by the villagers.
Song Yu finally made up his mind: "Charge out! Separate and charge in different directions before they get close to here, to the place where Tan Yue disappeared before!"
They marked the location where Tan Yue disappeared, but he hadn't come out in the past few days. Rather than waiting to die here, it's better to give it a try.
As soon as Song Yu finished speaking, Wang Yihan rushed out, shouting at him: "Tan Yue! Brother Tan, help!"
The villagers did not rush up to catch Wang Yihan. After all, they still had to follow the sacrificial procession. As for this weak prey, they would wait until they entered the temple.
Of course, they will kill all the little bugs hiding in the temple!
Song Yu patted his girlfriend's hand and said, "Go!" If you want to run, now is the best time.
In a small courtyard not far from the Dragon God Temple, Tan Yue put down his last stroke on the paper: "Guan Shan, a portrait at the age of 18!"
He had completed the first 17 portraits over several days, but the 18-year-old portrait had a very profound commemorative significance for Tan Yue because it was his coming-of-age ceremony and they had met that year.
For the sake of this painting, Tan Yue has been eating very simple meals these past two days, just a pot of stew or vegetable porridge, and all his other energy has been focused on the painting.
When he was concentrating on painting, he could not hear any noise from the outside world. It was not until the last stroke was completed that Tan Yue felt a little tired.
Tan Yue took two steps back and admired the portrait in front of him. It took him three full days to paint this picture. Every detail was painted according to the proportions of Guanshan and was crystal clear.
Guan Shan, who was painted with great effort, looks no different from real people in terms of height, weight and body shape. He is so lifelike that he seems to have walked out of the painting.
"Brother Tan, help! Tan Yue!"
Tan Yue rubbed his ears. He seemed to hear someone shouting for help, and more than one person was shouting. It was the voices of Wang Yihan, Song Yu and others.
"Ashan." Tan Yue waved to the handsome boy who was sitting on the side of the corridor with his legs crossed. "I've finished the painting. I need to hang it out to dry. Come and see if you like it."
He wanted to go out and see what was going on outside.
When Tan Yue was about to push open the gate, Guan Shan suddenly called him, "Wait a minute."
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