Chapter 147: Rotting Corpse

For some reason, the old lady kept repeating the same thing, asking Hu Fei and the others not to enter the village and to leave.

Zhang Ming looked around the village, then walked up to the ghostly old lady and said,

"Old lady, what happened in this village, right? Why is there no one left?"

After Zhang Ming asked, the old lady kept repeating, "Leave here, don't come in!"

"You guys go away... This is not the place for you to come, people will die... You will all die..."

The old lady just repeated these few sentences, and it seemed unlikely that she could get any more answers.

So Zhang Ming winked at Hu Fei, signaling him not to ask any more questions, and then the few of them looked at each other and walked into the village together.

As soon as they walked in, the old lady's voice could no longer be heard. Everyone looked back, and there was no trace of the old lady.

They did not care and continued to go inside. As they entered, Zhang Ming truly felt the horror of the evil spirit and yin energy in the village.

People walking inside felt like walking in a biting cold wind.

Fortunately, they were either studying Taoism or Buddhism, and they had the power to protect themselves, otherwise they might not be able to bear it.

Walking in the village, looking at the empty village and all kinds of yin and evil spirits, the fat man said in surprise:

"This...what on earth has this village experienced? How did it become like this?"

"Oh, it's hard to imagine that a village with dozens of households and hundreds of people has suddenly become like this." The yellow-haired man couldn't help but sigh.

"Be careful, this village may be full of dangers. After all, the old cripple is missing, and everyone here may be dead." Zhang Ming reminded.

Everyone nodded. The yellow-haired man held a peach wood sword in his hand, the fat man held the Yin-Yang mirror, Hu Fei put his hands together, and Zhang Ming held eight copper coins in his hand.

They walked in the village, and soon they saw some figures.

These figures were mechanical, walking slowly, heading in one direction.

Zhang Ming and his companions took a closer look and found that these figures seemed to be dead bodies. They moved slowly, swaying and moving towards the back of the village.

"Oh my god... there are about thirty of them here? Why do they all look like zombies?" Hu Fei was surprised.

Huang Mao whispered: "These are not zombies, nor do they look like zombies, but rotten corpses..." "

Rotten corpses?" Zhang Ming asked: "How strong are rotten corpses?"

"Don't worry, they are not as strong as zombies, but stronger than zombies!" Huang Mao said.

Zhang Ming asked again, "Could it be that your master has disappeared because of these rotten corpses?"

"Absolutely impossible!" Huang Mao shook his head and said, "It's just a matter of moving my fingers for my master to deal with these rotten corpses. He won't suffer any loss."

Zhang Ming also thought it made sense, so he said, "Let's go and see where these rotten corpses are going!"

They followed the rotten corpses and walked slowly. They saw these rotten corpses go to the back of the village, and then bowed down to the foot of the mountain behind the village, kowtowed and knelt.

"Are the rotten corpses conscious? What are they worshipping?" Zhang Ming asked again.

This time it was the fat man who answered, saying, "It should be... it should be unconscious, but there is no guarantee that there will be any residual consciousness. As for what they are worshipping, I don't know."

They hid behind an abandoned wall and found that there were many rotten corpses around them. Then they all went to the back of the village and bowed down at the foot of the mountain.

They looked like they were confessing, which was very strange.

"What should we do now?" Hu Fei asked.

The fat man and the yellow-haired man didn't say anything. Zhang Ming was silent for a moment and said,

"These rotten corpses are all small characters. I think the object they worship is the powerful white one."

Several people nodded, and then Zhang Ming said, "Let's

wait and see. I don't believe they will worship all night!" So they watched quietly. After a while, suddenly at the foot of the mountain behind the village, a mound of earth suddenly exploded, and a figure flew out of it and flew more than ten meters high.

This figure seemed to be holding a knife in his hand, and he kept waving it while flying, emitting cold light and a terrible evil aura.

The rotten corpses kept kowtowed, and the figure fell down and stood on the ground and looked at the rotten corpses.

Zhang Ming and the others stared at the figure intently. It seemed to be a young man with short hair. However, its clothes were torn and its face was unclear. A terrible evil aura flowed on its face, which looked very weird.

It was holding a samurai sword in its hand.

The samurai sword flashed with a cold light, and the evil aura lingered around the sharp blade, making the sword look extremely evil.

"Is this an islander?" Hu Fei was surprised.

"It doesn't look like it!" said the yellow-haired man.

Zhang Ming wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, he saw the figure suddenly raise the knife in his hand.

At this time, a rotten corpse kneeling on the ground took the initiative to step forward, as if waiting for the figure's judgment.

The figure holding the knife did not hesitate at all, and chopped down fiercely at the corpse that came forward.

With a swish, the corpse was instantly torn into pieces under the cold light of the samurai sword, and the flesh exploded all over the ground.

This scene made Zhang Ming and his friends feel disgusted, and at this time they also noticed that there were a lot of debris on the ground, which should be minced meat.

This is not the end, and then several more corpses came forward and were chopped into pieces by the knife.

The evil aura on the knife became heavier and heavier, and the terrifying aura could be sensed by Zhang Ming and his friends even from a distance.

"This is simply an evil knife, and it has a strong murderous aura. I'm afraid it has killed many people." Zhang Ming exclaimed.

At this moment, the figure holding the knife suddenly raised the knife again and let out a violent roar.

Then it swung the knife horizontally, flew up, and retreated to the earth pit where it had come out before.

The strange thing was that the surrounding soil filled up automatically.

The rotten corpses stood up aimlessly, then scattered, wandered around the village for a while, and then went into some houses.

The whole village suddenly became quiet again, so quiet that it was scary, without any movement at all.

Zhang Ming retracted his gaze, took a deep breath and said, "Could it be that the most powerful person in this village is the one holding a knife? Why is he holding a samurai sword? Why does he want to kill these rotten corpses?"

No one knew the answers to these questions, and what confused them the most was where the old cripple was? And who was the person who called Huangmao?

"Huangmao, give your phone to the person who called you and try. He called you this morning, so he should be a living person." Zhang Ming said.

Huangmao shook his head and said, "That number has been unreachable since then, and there is no signal here."

Zhang Ming frowned when he heard this, and then he looked at Huangmao, and then the four of them came out from behind the wall and walked carefully to the mound at the foot of the mountain behind the village.

The mound looked like a grave, and the surrounding area was full of minced meat, which was very disgusting.

(End of this chapter)