Chapter 214 Jinjiang (1)
Yan Shixun's vigilance instantly reached its highest level when he saw the old man appearing in front of the small wooden building.
Whether it was a stranger or a private person, as long as they were close to Yan Shixun, he should have sensed it. Even though there were different strengths of ghosts and monsters, the vigilance he had developed from dealing with ghosts and monsters for so many years should have given him a warning.
However, Yan Shixun did not feel that way about the old man who claimed to be the village chief.
The last person whose situation was similar to the current one was my younger sister Ayu not long ago.
However, Yan Shixun knew very well in his heart that these two situations could not be compared.
One reason was that he was more focused on the village at the time, so he didn't notice his sister Ayu appearing behind him. Another reason was that he was indeed on guard in the small wooden building, and even under his gaze, he still didn't notice the old man in front of him.
This village chief is... dangerous.
Yan Shixun's eyes were deep. He casually grabbed Nan Tian's arm and, using his body as a cover, quickly drew a calming talisman on his arm.
Nantian blinked, with confusion still in his eyes, and turned to look at Yan Shixun, not knowing what was going on.
Yan Shixun put on a businesslike smile and said to the village chief, "Two of our friends accidentally got lost in the mountains. It was only thanks to the hospitality of Changshou Village that we were able to find a temporary place to stay."
"However, we have never seen such a grand festival anywhere else. I wonder if the village chief can introduce it to us."
The village chief lifted his drooping eyelids and looked at Yan Shixun with a half-smile.
"The winter solstice festival is, of course... to beg the gods of our longevity village for health and safety, and to guarantee happiness from now on."
The village chief's voice was hoarse, and the laughter in it made his words sound even more strange, like a condescending pity and charity.
"Although your coming here is strange and unruly, since tomorrow is the final winter solstice festival, I'm sure Master would like to see a lively scene, so you can stay and watch."
The village chief had a strangely kind look on his face: "The god of Changshou Village will also protect you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Shixun keenly discovered that the villagers who were gradually gathering around him began to breathe rapidly and roughly, gasping for breath like wild beasts.
Even Liu Ming, who had been smiling strangely, had fanaticism in his eyes. He looked at the village chief as if he was looking at God, as if through the village chief, he saw all the happiness he would ever obtain.
What gave Yan Shixun the most headache was Nan Tian who was beside him.
This guy behaves like he's been possessed by a poison.
Obviously, Nantian had just regained his consciousness and calmness under the effect of the calming talisman, but once the village chief opened his mouth, Nantian's eyes became dazed again, and he even wanted to walk away from Yan Shixun and towards the village chief.
Fortunately, Yan Shixun was quick-witted and agile. When Nan Tian just made a move, he took advantage of the change of his body and hit Nan Tian directly in the abdomen with his elbow, catching him off guard and causing him to lose his balance due to the pain and fall to the ground.
Then, Yan Shixun made a surprised expression, grabbed Nan Tian's waist with one hand, but did not pull him up. Instead, he took advantage of the momentum to throw them to the ground together.
During this process, Yan Shixun quickly stuffed the fabric given to him by his sister into Nantian's arms.
Under the death-like gaze of the village chief, Yan Shixun acted as if nothing had happened and even maintained a stable attitude while showing concern for his friend.
"Are you too happy? Why can't you stand steadily? Hurry up and get up, or the village chief will laugh at us."
Yan Shixun calmly pulled Nantian up and considerately helped him brush the dust off his body.
Nan Tian shuddered, and his gaze gradually became clear as he looked up at Yan Shixun.
He seemed to realize something, his face showed fear, and he opened his mouth to say something.
But Yan Shixun just closed his eyes.
Nantian immediately understood Yan Shixun's intention, shut his mouth and said nothing, allowing Yan Shixun to pull him up and stand up.
At this time, the villagers who had originally stayed outside the small wooden building started walking again, walked past Yan Shixun and the other person, and headed towards the small wooden building.
The pale lanterns they held in their hands, set up in a small wooden building that looked like a mourning hall, looked like lights coming to bury the dead, floating in the darkness and eventually converging into a river of light, rushing towards the village chief.
The village chief stood with his hands behind his back in front of the small wooden building, looking at Yan Shixun from afar in the white river.
There was still a false smile on Yan Shixun's handsome face, but his eyes had already turned cold, and he looked at the village chief without any retreat.
After a while, the village chief took a step back, raised his hand to make an invitation gesture, and stepped aside to make way for the small wooden building.
"Then the guests."
The village chief stared at Yan Shixun and said with a smile: "Welcome to participate in the most grand festival in the history of Changshou Village."
"This will also be... the final festival."
Yan Shixun raised his eyelashes, a smile not reaching his eyes: "I have been looking forward to it for a long time, please start."
He stretched out his long legs and walked towards the village chief without any fear.
Then, just as Yan Shixun passed by the village chief and stepped onto the steps of the small wooden building, he suddenly heard the sound of water drops falling in his ears.
"Ding, ding..."
Like a drop of blood condensed on the fingertips, it finally couldn't bear the weight and fell heavily downwards.
In the darkness, it fell to pieces.
Yan Shixun's eyes widened slightly, he turned sideways and slowly looked in the direction of the village chief.
However, all he saw was the village chief's smile expanding infinitely, all the way to his ears, and his face was split in two, which was terrifying.
The village chief's entire face quickly dried up and peeled off, cracks quickly climbed up along the lines of the skin, and bright red blood flowed down along the lines, instantly submerging his face, making it a bloody mess.
Deep in the village chief’s mouth, which was grinning to the extreme, there was an eyeball with only the white of the eye left.
The eyeball turned, and suddenly, the pupil turned back from the back and stared at Yan Shixun who was not far in front of the village chief.
When the eyes saw Yan Shixun, they were shocked at first, and then seemed to smile.
Then, an arm suddenly stretched out from the village chief's throat.
“Puff!”
Covered with blood and mucus, the arm stretched out from the village chief's open mouth.
Yan Shixun forced his heartbeat to return to normal. He wanted to take a step forward and walk closer to the village chief, but suddenly found that he was frozen in place and unable to move.
It was as if his limbs had betrayed his will and no longer obeyed his commands, and that a higher being had replaced his soul and was controlling his body.
Yan Shixun could only watch as the village chief’s entire head bent backwards, like a bloody bun being broken into two halves.
The outstretched arm flicked its fingers slightly, as if to confirm its flexibility.
Then, he bent his arms downward, pressed his palms on the village chief's chest, and pulled himself forward.
It seemed that a large part of it was still under the village chief's skin, and the arms were trying hard to free themselves from this old skin.
First the arms, then the shoulders, chest, thighs...
A complete human figure gradually broke away from the village chief and emerged, with both feet landing firmly on the ground.
At this extremely close distance, Yan Shixun could even see the bright red skin on the body. The pulsation of each blood vessel was so clear and powerful, but it was as if the skin had lost its original function, leaving the flesh and blood underneath directly exposed to the air.
As a result, the audience in front of the split screen were able to see this horrifying scene clearly.
[What the hell! What the hell! Why can there be a person in a person’s mouth?!]
[What the hell is this!!! I am confused, mom, help me, I want to go home, I don’t want to play anymore.]
[Ugh, I'm going to vomit, my sanity is dropping like crazy.]
[I feel dazed. Is this world real? Am I really still alive and not in some hell? What did I do wrong to have to watch this? Aa ...
[I'm going crazy, my scalp is tingling.]
[I was working overtime and was so sleepy, but now I’m awake from the shock. This thing is too hellish!]
Even the video platform received urgent contact from the public opinion group and immediately drastically reduced the resolution of the original high-definition images, making the bloody and strange scenes blurry, as if the pixels had regressed thirty years.
But even so, many people's hearts are still pounding.
In such a situation, the only one who could remain calm was Yan Shixun.
Finally, what emerged from the village chief's mouth was the other person's head.
After the other party was completely exposed in the air, the village chief's skin quickly shrank and fell to the ground, turning into a whole piece of human skin, spreading out in the scattered flesh and blood.
It was just like the rotten corpses Yan Shixun had seen in Changshou Village downstream.
They cannot be killed completely, they will just turn into a ball of human skin and then appear again covered in flesh and blood.
However, unlike Yan Shixun's original guess, the human figure pulled out from the village chief's skin was not hideous.
On the contrary, the other person looks extremely friendly, making people feel good about him at first sight.
Yan Shixun watched helplessly as human skin gradually grew on the other person's originally bright red arm starting from the fingertips, and he turned into a normal person.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he probably would not have believed that this man had just escaped from under another body a few seconds ago, and his body was covered with blood and flesh as if he had no skin.
Even now, if Yan Shixun didn't believe in himself so much and was a little shaken, he would forget everything he had just seen and believe in the image he saw now.
The other person looked to be a man in his sixties, with a head of silver-white hair neatly tied behind his head and spread out on his back.
He smiled slightly, looking elegant and well-educated, his eyes gentle and tolerant, as if no matter what mistakes people made, he would not blame them but would only tolerate and accept them.
Yan Shixun also noticed that although the clothes worn by the other party were full of folk elements, they were different from the attire of the villagers and the village chief. Instead, they were more similar to the attire of a group of people he had seen when he went to the southern region with Li Chengyun many years ago.
——Master.
Just as most people respectfully call Taoist priests and exorcists "Masters", psychics who are responsible for all life and death ceremonies in the village and clan are also respectfully called "Masters" by the villagers.
As for the southern regions, these god-masters and goddesses who live in remote mountains, in addition to presiding over important matters such as sacrifices, actually also serve as village doctors. If the villagers are sick, they will come to see the god-masters and goddesses.
In some cultures, the grandmaster also knows many unconventional techniques or witchcraft... Compared to the exorcists outside the mountains who are often specialized in one thing, the grandmaster and the mistress are more versatile.
No one knows what kind of inheritance and adventures they had in the past, and no one knows how many skills the master and mistress have.
Therefore, the biggest headache for Taoist priests is encountering their uncles and uncles.
Even Li Chengyun had to be more cautious when he was in the southern region.
Many years ago, when Xiaoyan Shixun was looking at the girl in the village who was covered with poisonous insects, Li Chengyun once told him gently not to look at the surface. When facing these cunning opponents, it is more important to find out the truth from any strange details.
However, Li Chengyun also told him at that time: "Xiao Xun, if you meet your master and mistress alone, don't gamble. As long as you feel that you can't win... leave quickly."
Yan Shixun was slightly dazed by the gentle smile of his master opposite him, but his eyes immediately became firm again.
Master, why did I leave? This is exactly what I am looking for.
When seeing Yan Shixun's reaction, the master was a little surprised, then smiled gently and said: "It seems that you know who I am."
"That's good. I don't have to worry about how to introduce myself anymore."
The master had his hands crossed in front of his abdomen, and his ground-length robe shimmered like water, making him look even more like an immortal. There was not a trace of darkness or weirdness in him, only a kind and dignified aura that made people want to get closer.
"It was unexpected that the guests came from afar, and I was a little surprised. But it can also be regarded as a pleasant surprise."
Master's eyes gently shifted to the side, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes: "I thought that I would never see that child in this lifetime, and I could only look for that child after I left Nanming Mountain. But I didn't expect that he would come back by himself."
"very nice."
The master smiled and said, "No one has left Nancun."
South Village!
Yan Shixun was shocked.
Isn’t that Nantian’s hometown?
Could it be that the child that the master was talking about was Nantian?
Yan Shixun remembered that Nantian told him that in his dream, his grandmother told little Nantian never to come back and never to go near Nanming Mountain.
Could it be that what Grandma Nan was guarding against was that Master would find Nan Tian?
But, what exactly does Nantian have?
Yan Shixun gritted his teeth and forced himself to turn around and look around.
As a result, his heart sank when he saw it.
Nantian, who had been following him, disappeared.
Yan Shixun quickly turned his eyes within his limited field of vision, searching for Nantian's figure.
He quickly found Nantian.
In the darkness, only two pale lanterns were swaying.
The two villagers had stiff faces as they carried Nantian, one on each side, and took him away.
If the original situation had gone as it should, Nantian would have been bewitched by the village chief and would have left on his own accord under the guidance of the villagers.
However, thanks to the calming talismans that Yan Shixun had just cast several times, Nantian was able to break out of his confusion and regain consciousness.
Nantian struggled in panic, his mouth opening and closing constantly, seemingly calling out "Brother Yan", wanting Yan Shixun to save him.
But no matter how he struggled, he could not break free of the villagers' iron-clad grip. He could only turn around and look in the direction of Yan Shixun, but he watched himself getting farther and farther away.
Yan Shixun wanted to rush over to rescue Nantian, but after trying several times, his Martin boots seemed to be stuck in place with super glue and he couldn't take a step at all.
No matter how hard he clenched his teeth and tried, his limbs simply did not obey him and did not move at all.
The master watched Yan Shixun's struggle quietly, with a calm smile on his face all the time, and a condescending contempt hidden in his old but bright eyes.
After a while, he raised his legs and walked over, his robe sliding across the ground like flowing water.
"Why struggle?"
The master sighed and looked at Yan Shixun with pity: "What you are resisting is just a world that you don't understand, but it is truly perfect. If you understand it, you will find how foolish and ridiculous your struggle is now."
"Guest, please wait aside."
The master smiled and bowed gently to Yan Shixun: "When you see this world again, you will find how perfect it will become."
"People will no longer experience separation and death, souls will no longer suffer, all prayers will be answered, and every day will be filled with happiness and joy."
The master smiled kindly and chuckled as he passed Yan Shixun, walking steadily and calmly in the direction where Nantian left.
Yan Shixun tried desperately to turn his head and look back, but he only saw that the scene around him that should have been the village was completely gone.
Instead, there is a darkness with no end.
There was no small wooden building and no lights.
Only the pale lanterns held by the villagers illuminated the space.
The villagers' faces were stiff, like wax figures, and they mechanically walked towards the mourning hall in the front.
The white curtains fluttered, making loud noises in the darkness.
In front of each tablet, a white candle was ignited by the wind with a "whoosh!", and the wildly swaying light and shadow illuminated the tablets one by one.
In front of the tablet, the offerings have been placed full.
Yan Shixun looked carefully and discovered what the sacrifice was. It was clearly a pile of skeletons that had turned into bones!
The bones are folded together like suckling pig carefully plated for serving.
The skull is placed steadily on the crossed bones.
The dark eye sockets looked at Yan Shixun empty-headedly, and blood suddenly flowed out from the eye sockets, flowing down along the bones and the plate, dyeing the white cloth underneath bright red.
shocking.
But Yan Shixun remembered very clearly that the situation inside the small wooden building that he saw from the outside before he stepped into it was not like this.
There were also no skeletons offered as sacrifices.
However, with the light of the white candles, Yan Shixun was able to see the names on the tablets clearly.
Liu Ming's name was on the list.
Not only that, there are many names that Yan Shixun feels familiar with.
The names of the hiking team leader, the names of the team members written by the leader, the names left sporadically in the small wooden buildings in the village, and the names of people who announced on the Internet that they would live in seclusion in the longevity village...
Those people have now turned into tablets enshrined in front of the spirit, densely packed and extending to infinite depths.
Under Yan Shixun's gaze, the master stood in front of the coffin with the lid still open.
He stretched out his hand above the coffin, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered something, as if he was chanting a spell.
The chrysanthemums grew gracefully from the coffin lid, swaying slightly in the cold wind, making a rustling sound.
The yellow chrysanthemums seemed to emit a bright light in the darkness, and a few petals fell gently and floated leisurely under the coffin.
At this moment, Yan Shixun realized that at some point, the area under the coffin was no longer the floor of the small wooden building, but had turned into a river.
The yellow petals swayed in the river, and ripples spread out in circles, which was strangely beautiful.
Then, Yan Shixun watched helplessly as Nantian, who was originally restrained by the villagers, was forcibly dragged and pushed towards the coffin by them.
Nantian was terrified and tried desperately to turn around and look in the direction of Yan Shixun, opening his mouth wide to make the shape of "Brother Yan, save me!"
The master standing next to the coffin smiled, opened his mouth and said something to Nantian.
Nantian was stunned, and looked at his master with a dazed look full of confusion and memories.
Yan Shixun couldn't hear what they were saying.
For some reason, he seemed to be left behind where he was, an invisible barrier blocking out all sounds from the other side.
Just like a one-way mirror, he can see but cannot hear.
However, from the shape of his master's mouth, Yan Shixun still vaguely judged what his master said.
The master asked Nantian: Do you remember me, child? I am your god. I am your grandmother's mortal enemy, and I am also the god worshipped by your grandmother and your village. Now that I have found you, it is time.
After a brief moment of daze, Nantian roared even more desperately, and even his eyes turned red.
He asked: Where is my grandma? Did you do anything to my grandma? Did you kill her?
The conversation between the two made Yan Shixun suddenly realize that from the very beginning, Nantian did not appear in Changshou Village by accident.
Nantian was brought here deliberately for the master's so-called "happiness on earth".
And I'm afraid that Grandma Nan had predicted this day many years ago, so she told Nantian not to go near Nanming Mountain and not to return to the village.
Nantian has tried to return to Nanming Mountain over the years but has failed repeatedly. Perhaps it is because of something Grandma Nan did that makes it impossible for Nantian to find the way back to his hometown no matter what.
However, there was one thing that Grandma Nan did not expect.
——Nantian participated in Zhang Wubing’s variety show, and Zhang Wubing took everyone to the Changshou Village in the lower reaches of Nanming Mountain.
That is, we came into the sight of Nanming Mountain.
When Nantian dreamed of the old lady, the old lady also realized that Nantian had entered Nanming Mountain. That’s why she pushed Nantian in the dream to hurry up and helped him stop the souls around him. At the crossroads where yin and yang were in chaos, she found a way for Nantian to go back.
Unfortunately, perhaps because Grandma Nan’s power was too weak, or for some other reason, Nantian did not leave Nanming Mountain or return to the Changshou Village downstream, but landed right in the Changshou Village upstream.
This also solved Yan Shixun's initial doubts.
Grandma Nan is related to Changshou Village, which is closely related to the death of the entire village of Nancun decades ago and even the tragic situation of Nanming Mountain in the past.
It is even possible that the "god" that Grandma Nan wanted to lead the remaining villagers into the mountains to deal with might be this master.
It is precisely because of this that Yan Shixun did not know how Nantian entered Changshou Village.
——Because Nantian did not come in on his own, he is fundamentally different from everyone else.
Nan Tian...is an important sacrifice required by the master.
Yan Shixun's mind suddenly became clear, and all his previous doubts turned into pieces of thought, piecing together the original truth.
He stared at his master and Nantian intently, clenched his teeth and tried to leave the spot. However, even though he exerted so much force that veins popped out on his slender neck, he still couldn't move an inch.
I can only watch everything happen.
The master half lowered his eyes, his face full of kindness and peace.
Just like a statue placed on the altar, looking down on the world from high above.
It was as if all of Nan Tian’s anger and sadness were just the play of a child, and he tolerated it all.
This kindness... made Yan Shixun feel frightened.
He felt as if his whole heart was running cold and there was no trace of warmth.
The villagers were not moved at all by Nantian's collapse and roar.
One of them lifted Nantian's feet, while the other held down Nantian's head. Together they lifted Nantian up and threw him into the coffin.
"Bang!"
Nantian was thrown into the coffin.
He stretched out his hands and desperately grasped the edge of the coffin, trying to climb out.
But the villagers pried his fingers apart one by one and threw them back into the coffin.
Again and again.
All of Nantian's struggles were like an ant trying to shake a tree. He was no match for the villagers. In the end, he was exhausted and could only place his hands loosely on the edge of the coffin, as if he wanted to beg the villagers not to treat him like this.
However, the villagers just kept a straight face and pushed the heavy coffin lid over without mercy.
Close the coffin.
Nantian was never seen again.
The yellow chrysanthemums growing on the coffin bloomed more and more beautifully, as if they had absorbed enough nutrients, and their beauty was breathtaking.
Yan Shixun watched all this, but couldn't take even a step forward.
The darkness came from behind like water, covering Yan Shixun's ankles, strong thighs, then abdomen, and finally his nasal cavity and head.
Even the pale lanterns became blurry, as if they were funeral procession for him.
The village chief's skin, which had fallen to the ground, actually expanded again after absorbing water.
The human skin wrapped with scattered flesh and blood, like an inflatable doll at the door of a store, quickly stood up again and turned back into the appearance of the village chief that Yan Shixun had seen at the beginning, without any difference.
It was as if the village chief was accustomed to spitting out an entire person from his mouth and was not affected by it at all.
The village chief gave Yan Shixun a sinister look, then walked back with his hands behind his back, getting farther and farther away.
Beside him, the villagers walked against the flow, moving freely in the overwhelming river water.
It's like...
They themselves have always been in the water.
Even in the drowning-like suffocation, Yan Shixun's eyes were still bright and sharp.
He remembered that Nantian once said that in the customs of Nan Village, yellow represents blessing.
Before, whether in the Changshou Village upstream or downstream, all he saw were yellow and white chrysanthemums, but the ones here were pure yellow.
Not a wish for rest in peace.
Rather, it is a blessing to be reborn.
The pain and coldness of drowning quickly took away Yan Shixun's strength. Suddenly, he saw his master turning around and smiling at him compassionately.
And Yan Shixun's last thought was -
Ah... Fortunately, he stuffed the life-saving fabric his sister gave him into Nantian's arms in time.
In this way, even if I can't see Nantian for a while, Nantian should be fine.
Then, Yan Shixun was completely swallowed up by the darkness, closed his eyes tightly, and lost consciousness.
However, in Nantian's eyes, everything was not the case.
From the moment he took the first step onto the stairs of the small wooden building, Yan Shixun suddenly stopped where he was, his expression cold and murderous, as if he had seen something that worthy of his serious preparation.
Nantian looked at the coffins around him worriedly, shaking with fear. He unconsciously moved closer to Yan Shixun, wanting Yan Shixun to tell him what was going on and what he should do.
However, Yan Shixun did not react at all.
It's like being possessed.
The village chief was standing nearby, laughing, and his eyes were filled with malice and satisfaction as he looked at the two of them.
Nantian shook Yan Shixun's arm, trying to get him to come back to his senses. However, Yan Shixun broke away from him and walked up the steps of the small wooden building alone, heading straight for the coffin displayed in front of him.
In the open room next to it, a figure slowly appeared.
Nantian didn’t know if he was dazzled.
At first, the figure looked like a baby, then a pregnant woman with a big belly, then an old and mean woman, an honest villager, a young man with shifty eyes, a traveler with a backpack, and a patient with a sallow face who was about to die...
In just a short moment, hundreds of different images flashed.
Nantian was stunned.
He didn't even bother to chase Yan Shixun for the moment. He rubbed his eyes quickly and looked again.
It turned out that the person standing there was an old man wearing a folk robe that reached the ground.
The silver-white robe on his body shone with a beautiful luster, as if the moonlight had fallen on his body and woven into clothes, sparkling with light.
His long hair had turned silver-white and was neatly draped behind him.
The image of the old man stunned Nantian for a moment. He suddenly felt that even old age could still be so elegant and graceful.
Just the old man standing there makes people feel that he has extraordinary bearing.
The old man's gentle and kind face makes people feel good about him.
But what happened next shocked Nan Tian.
——The old man actually led Yan Shixun into the coffin, and then reached out to close the coffin lid.
"Brother Yan!"
Nantian didn’t have time to admire the old man’s temperament for a moment. He rushed forward with bloodshot eyes, trying to pull Yan Shixun back.
But the village chief's voice came from behind.
"Guest, where are you going? The festival is about to begin."
As the village chief's voice fell, one rotten corpse after another actually walked down the stairs of the small wooden building.
Some of them were swollen and pale as if they were blistered, while others looked like wind-dried bacon, with burnt brown flesh clinging tightly to the skeleton, clearly revealing the entire skeleton.
And these corpses had red eyes and were staggering towards the south sky.
Nantian was shocked. Before he could react to what was happening, he saw more corpses gathering towards him from all directions.
He subconsciously took a step back, and then found that he and Yan Shixun had been completely separated by these rotten corpses.
Then, with a "click", all the lights in the small wooden building went out instantly.
Everything around me was shrouded in darkness.
There were no lights in the mountains, and even the moon was far beyond the peaks.
There is not a single ray of warm light between the mountains.
The only lights were the pale lanterns held by the villagers.
However, the lantern made of white paper turned slightly, and Nantian saw that what was written on it was clearly the word "Gong" (congratulations).
It's like celebrating a grand festival.
Pairs of red eyes reflected pale light, floating up and down in the darkness, gradually moving closer to the southern sky.
Nantian's heart was trembling violently.
Without Yan Shixun by his side, the uneasiness of the wilderness and darkness brought back the shadows of his childhood. In extreme fear and tension, his muscles were so tense that they twitched and he could hardly move.
He could even feel the pain in his calves.
Nantian thought to himself that he had a cramp and it was over. He was afraid he couldn't run fast.
Feeling despair.
But the fear reached a certain level, even when Nantian could feel the corpse's nails about to touch him, he suddenly felt a warmth coming from his chest, as hot as the sun falling into his chest.
Nantian raised his hand in confusion and pressed it, only to feel a bulge.
Then he suddenly remembered that when he fell, Brother Yan seemed to have taken advantage of the situation to stuff something into his arms.
I'm afraid this thing is trying to save its life.
Nantian was anxious, wondering why Brother Yan left this thing to him. It clearly seemed that Brother Yan, who was sealed in the coffin, was in greater danger.
But it's too late to regret now.
Nantian could only tell himself that he couldn't let Brother Yan give him this thing to save his life in vain, and he couldn't let Brother Yan down.
Yan Shixun's name was like a kind of power that suddenly gave Nantian courage.
He pushed away the rotten corpse blocking his way, turned around and ran out of the small wooden building.
Nantian could feel arms and fingertips constantly touching him in the darkness around him, trying to stop him.
But he was like a mad calf, running all the way without daring to stop.
The only sound I could hear was the wind whistling past my ears. My breathing became more and more rapid, and my lungs felt like they were exploding.
But Nantian clenched his teeth, forced himself to swallow the bloody smell rising from his throat, and continued to run forward.
There was only one thought left in his mind -
No, I can’t become a burden to Brother Yan!
Since Brother Yan has given him the hope of life, he can only run as fast as he can and get to a safe place to live up to Brother Yan's expectations.
However, a rotten arm suddenly stretched out from the side and tightly grasped Nantian's ankle in the darkness.
Caught off guard, Nantian fell heavily to the ground. He felt his internal organs shifted out of place and the smell of blood rushed into his throat.
Nantian felt that his head might have hit something sharp. The pain was so severe that his vision went blurry. He could only gasp and raise his head while moaning in pain, unable to suppress it.
But this one glance allowed him to see clearly what he had just hit.
A skull.
The empty eye sockets on the skull were facing him, as if mocking his useless efforts.
A little blood stained the skull and slowly flowed down along the cracks of the skull.
Nantian raised his hand in a daze and touched his forehead.
As expected, I felt the warmth of my hand and smelled the blood.
The intense running with no known end and the heavy blows without any restraint made Nantian's mind begin to become unclear.
When he saw the blood on his hands, he just sighed in his heart, ah...it turns out that I was really injured.
In the blur, the only thing Nantian still remembered was that Yan Shixun gave him the life-saving item.
Because of Yan Shixun's sacrifice, survival became Nan Tian's obsession.
Nantian dug his ten fingers into the mud in front of him and tried desperately to get up.
However, the ten fingers left ten deep grooves in the mud, revealing what was buried underneath.
It turned out to be... a pale skeleton.
Nantian felt the cold touch under his fingers and felt as if he was hallucinating.
He actually felt that the skeleton seemed to be smiling at him, its teeth and jaw opening and closing, as if saying to him: I am you.
—Look at me, I am your fate.
The skeleton said, I am the death that is bound to arrive for you, an end that is decades late.
Nancun, no one can escape.
At this moment, he felt a cold touch from the rotten arm that was holding Nantian's ankle. The eerie chill began to travel along his meridians, freezing him so much that even his teeth were trembling involuntarily, and his limbs began to become inflexible.
And pairs of arms came up one after another, grabbing Nantian's ankles, calves, waist...
If Nantian turned around now, he would find that a number of rotten corpses were piled on top of him, pressing him down and preventing him from climbing forward even a bit.
Nantian even bit his tongue hard enough to break it. He could feel his gums and tongue bleeding, and the smell of blood filled his mouth.
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