Chapter 287 Jinjiang
Yan Shixun’s last vision was fixed on the ghost faces that were full of hope.
In stark contrast to the darkness he saw when he first entered the city, the ghosts' originally turbid and stiff eyes now had light again, bursting with a strong desire for life and revenge.
They opened their mouths hard and said to Yan Shixun: You must succeed and come back to save us!
After dying with hatred in their hearts, all the wandering ghosts felt soft-hearted for the first time and devoutly wished Yan Shixun and his companions all the best.
Destroy the old Fengdu and let them see the light of day again.
They have been waiting for a thousand years and are not willing to wait even a moment longer.
Yan Shixun was falling rapidly. The strong wind blew upward from below, making his coat rustle. His hair was flying wildly in front of his eyes, blurring his vision.
At this moment, a slightly cool hand reached out and gently held Yan Shixun's hand.
There was no need to look. Yan Shixun had already gotten used to this feeling after such long-term companionship and knew who was approaching him.
Before he could react, a smile appeared on his lips.
Yeli...
Yan Shixun ground his name gently between his teeth. It seemed like a simple name, but because it was him, it was given a new tender meaning.
But the next moment, Yan Shixun suddenly pushed Ye Li away, using the force to make himself fall faster, falling straight down, surpassing everyone else. He reached out to the King of Hell at the bottom, and after missing him several times in the strong wind, he finally grabbed the King of Hell's long gown that was fluttering like a cloud crane.
A hint of surprise flashed across Ye Li's eyes. He didn't expect Yan Shixun to reject him.
But soon, he realized what Yan Shixun meant.
——Use cause and effect to determine Li Chengyun’s whereabouts.
The true form of ghosts and gods is difficult to see.
Even if only a remnant of the King of Hell's soul remains, his residual power is still there, and the rest of the people cannot easily see the good and evil deeds recorded in the King of Hell's soul.
Ye Li was not interested in checking the soul of the King of Hell. As for the old Fengdu... this city that had lost the Northern Yin Fengdu Emperor was still lingering on, but after all, it was only the residual power of the past.
Without a backer, even if the old Fengdu city gained consciousness, it would not dare to easily spy on the true identity of the King of Hell, let alone judge the sins in his soul.
That's why the King of Hell used the Seal of the Underworld and took the initiative to show all the death energy that he had accumulated for thousands of years to the old Fengdu.
The reason why this city can still maintain its operation after the death of Emperor Beiyin Fengdu is entirely due to the remaining power of ghosts and gods because it is the residence of ghosts and gods.
No matter how sane the city is, if it doesn't want to watch the old Fengdu collapse, it can only follow the previous rules.
Therefore, according to the old Fengdu's practices, the "sins" in the King of Hell's soul were enough to send him to any level of hell.
Yan Shixun asked the King of Hell to release the death energy in order to force the city to let them enter the lower hell.
——After the ghost told Yan Shixun that the entrance to the lower hell was not any actual building but was simply a place of punishment for sins, Yan Shixun realized the city's ill will towards him.
The invisible passage meant that if Yan Shixun could not find the real way to enter, then even if he searched the entire city, he would only be left in vain in the city on the ground that looked the same as it did a thousand years ago.
If Yan Shixun did not want to save the evil ghosts in the city, but instead had the same reactions as a normal exorcist and ignored the hideous and ugly evil ghosts, then he had chosen the wrong path from the very beginning.
And after leaving a bad impression on the ghosts, it became particularly difficult for him to gain their trust and get information from them about the whereabouts of Li Chengyun and the ghost messenger, as well as the correct way to enter the lower hell.
And if Yan Shixun had not used some tricks to convince the ghosts, and made them afraid that he would give up because of difficulties, so they took the initiative to reveal the existence of the ghost messenger, then Yan Shixun would not even be able to find the right questions to ask.
Not to mention knowing the ghost messenger and the news.
If Yan Shixun was a kind-hearted person who was indiscriminate, he would only be bullied by the ghosts because he was not fierce enough.
As for taking the initiative to show your cards?
Oh, don't even think about it.
Fortunately, Yan Shixun had seen through this point during his years of dealing with ghosts and monsters. He knew that even if he had good intentions towards evil ghosts, he could not trust them completely.
The right to control must always be firmly in your own hands.
Otherwise, once the evil ghost finds out that you are not as strong as it, or if it finds something on you, it would be a disaster of death for the exorcist.
When Yan Shixun recounted the situation, he discovered that the old Fengdu city had set so many traps for him silently.
As long as he takes a wrong step in the process, he will have no chance of reaching the lower hell.
He could only be trapped on the ground, unable to find a way out of the old Fengdu. He had to watch helplessly as the ghost path completely replaced the highway, and then he repeatedly regretted and blamed himself every day and night thereafter, and eventually became like the other evil ghosts.
——Regret is the most terrifying hell.
There is no need for ghost catchers or punishment. As long as regret becomes a fact, it is a cage with no way out.
If that really happens, it will be too late.
But the old Fengdu city did not expect that Yan Shixun was different from the ghost exorcist it had known thousands of years ago.
Look up to the sky, bend down to save souls.
As long as Yan Shixun knew the truth about the "evil ghosts" in the old Fengdu, he would not sit idly by and watch these ghosts continue to suffer in the old Fengdu.
It was the King of Hell who first triggered Yan Shixun's search for the truth hidden for a thousand years under the hideous skin of the "evil ghost".
Yan Shixun's palm firmly grasped the King of Hell's long gown, and then pulled the King of Hell towards himself.
There was a smile in his eyes.
If the wind wasn’t so strong, Yan Shixun really wanted to ask the King of Hell sincerely – Are you really not the ancestor of navigation?
However, although Yan Shixun did not say it out loud, the King of Hell saw it from his expression.
And his face immediately turned dark.
King of Hell: Don’t think I don’t know what you are thinking just because you didn’t say it. I must emphasize that I am the King of Hell, not a locksmith or a navigator!
Yan Shixun smiled silently: Oh.
Yama:……
But although the King of Hell was helpless, he did not refuse Yan Shixun from approaching him.
He knew what Yan Shixun was going to do before Ye Li did.
Ever since Yan Shixun called him over to navigate... no, to find the entrance to the lower hell, he knew that in addition to using his "sins" to let the old Fengdu make a judgment, Yan Shixun also wanted to determine Li Chengyun's location based on the cause and effect between Yan Shixun himself and Li Chengyun.
After all, those ghosts only knew that the "White-robed Buddhist" was in the lower level of hell, but one of the nine levels of hell was ruled out, leaving eight levels that could not be confirmed.
If we let the King of Hell follow the sins down, there is a possibility that he will find the wrong place. It will take too much time to sift through the layers.
The ghost path has already spread beyond the southwest, and they don’t have enough time to slowly look for Li Chengyun.
Therefore, the best method is for Yan Shixun to use causal positioning.
When the King of Hell had figured out Yan Shixun's plan, he exclaimed in praise.
But then, when he found that he had subconsciously used the words navigation and positioning to describe himself, his face immediately darkened.
King Yan: It was definitely Yan Shixun’s fault. I was led away by mistake...
However, even if the King of Hell wanted to correct Yan Shixun, now was not the right time.
He could only sigh silently and resignedly hold the hand that Yan Shixun extended to him.
Power blended with power. The power from Yan Shixun itself was entangled with his cause and effect, mixed with the sins of the King of Hell. With the deliberate efforts of the two, it was captured by the old Fengdu.
What followed was an even faster fall.
Yan Shixun dragged the King of Hell and plunged headfirst into the darkness.
He could feel nothing except darkness and the smell of blood lingering in his nose.
Only the few screams from behind made Yan Shixun vaguely ask himself to remember, before he lost consciousness, that he still had people to protect and he must not forget.
The rescue team members' hearts were pounding because of the feeling of jumping off a cliff.
But I didn't expect that falling could also accelerate!
Under the strong feeling of weightlessness, several people screamed out instinctively, but they were filled with wind and quickly reached out to cover their mouths.
But the next moment, everyone fell into complete darkness and lost consciousness.
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"Brother, what do you think of the technique of warding off evil that the kid mentioned?"
In front of the Shadow Puppet Museum, several Taoist priests worked together to set up an array and finally broke the illusion that originally shrouded the Shadow Puppet Museum, allowing them to enter and search for the missing members of the program crew.
But a Taoist priest felt uncomfortable when he saw the two rows of stone tablets behind the archway, which were arranged neatly like tombs.
Although he is a Taoist priest and has been dealing with ghosts for many years, he is not as shy about tombs as ordinary people.
But now, the blurry black and white photo on the stone tablet in front of him still made the Taoist priest feel an indescribable weirdness.
This also reminded him of what the southwestern ghost exorcist had said.
The ghosts in the southwest cannot be reincarnated or leave, and can only be exorcised through wooden carvings with living mouths and eyes.
The Taoist priest with a mustache whom he was asking paused and did not follow the Taoist priests in front of him into the shadow puppet museum. Instead, he stopped beside the stone tablet.
"Are you worried that there are wood carvings hidden under the stone tablet, and that there are ghosts that have not been exorcised?"
The Taoist priest with a mustache guessed what his fellow apprentice was thinking at a glance.
The junior brother sighed, "I'm afraid it's not that I'm overthinking, but it's really true. I even wonder if there are such things hidden in tombs throughout the southwest."
"After all, the dead are buried in the ground and there is no custom of collecting bones in the southwest. Unless there is an accident, the coffin will not be opened for inspection. If there really is a wood carving with a live mouth and eyes mixed in, it will be difficult to detect."
"Besides, don't the descendants of Carpenter Zheng live here?"
The junior brother asked his senior brother worriedly: "Senior brother, have you ever seen such a coincidence?"
In the face of crisis, there is no such thing as coincidence.
This game of chess is not even played by a stranger. The players are Dao Dao and Gui Dao. All the calculations, all the seemingly coincidences and things beyond the scope of ordinary people's cognition are just the games set up early by the two sides.
After all, man can make thousands of plans, but heaven only needs one game of chess.
The Taoist priest with a mustache was convinced.
He originally wanted to walk over and take a closer look at the stone tablet, but suddenly he seemed to have caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
When he instinctively looked up, he found that what caught his attention was the woods on the nearby mountain.
The suburbs are different from the city. Once night falls, it becomes pitch black and you can’t see anything.
The Taoist priests were afraid of alerting the enemy, so they just picked up a flashlight that could only provide dim light. Therefore, the view on the mountain was still a little difficult for the Taoist priests to see, and they could only vaguely see an outline.
Not to mention that the overlapping branches and leaves in the woods block the line of sight, making observation even more difficult.
The Taoist priest with a mustache narrowed his eyes, shone the flashlight in his hand, and tried to look into the woods.
"What's wrong, brother? What are you looking at?"
The fellow apprentice was puzzled and looked up as well.
But after a few seconds, both of them were already sweating profusely, and in the cold wilderness in the deep winter, their backs were soaked with sweat.
——What caught the Taoist priest’s attention was not a tree.
It is clearly a wood sculpture with a living mouth and eyes carved out of wood!
What frightened the two men so much were the images of the wood carvings.
Unlike the wood carvings with living mouths and eyes described by southwestern ghost exorcists, those wood carvings used for exorcism are made to fit the human form as closely as possible in order to encourage ghosts to reside in them, and at first glance they look no different from real people.
But what they see now is not the case.
Each of those wooden sculptures was two or three meters tall, with ferocious faces. Some even had extra heads and arms, while others had little human form left and instead looked more like wild beasts.
The wood carvings stand on the mountain with their fangs and claws bared, replacing the original trees. They stare silently at the shadow puppet museum at the foot of the mountain with their big copper bell-like eyes, but they are difficult to be noticed.
It was precisely because of this that the Taoist priest with a mustache mistook the wood carving for a forest at first glance.
The light flashed from bottom to top, making the wood carvings look even more ferocious. Their tall shadows were projected on the mountain behind them, as if ghosts were crawling out from the ground.
“This, this is…”
The Taoist priest with a mustache still remembered the logic of the wooden sculpture with living mouth and eyes as mentioned by the southwestern ghost exorcist.
——The closer to the thing you want to imitate, the better.
Because in this way, one can gain greater power and attract the soul of the thing being imitated.
If so, then these huge, non-human-like wooden sculptures...what are they trying to attract?
The moment the Taoist priest with a mustache figured it out, he immediately ran towards the Shadow Puppet Museum at full speed. Before he even arrived, he shouted, "Ghost! There's a Fengdu Ghost nearby!"
The Taoist priests in front were already checking the situation in the shadow puppet museum. When they heard the noise, they hurried out of their rooms and asked in surprise what was going on.
"The southwest is a ghost area. The person who was attracted by the wooden sculpture with a living mouth and eyes can't be a real god. The only place I can think of that was carved into that image is Fengdu, which is rumored to be located in the southwest."
The Taoist priest with a mustache said solemnly, "Someone deliberately carved those wood carvings to attract the ghost messengers from Fengdu."
The Taoist priests looked outside upon hearing this, but their expressions changed instantly when they saw light coming up the mountain.
"Who's outside? Turn off the flashlight! Don't create a shadow!"
A Taoist priest changed color at the mention of shadows. He felt terrified when he thought of the introduction he had just seen in the Shadow Puppet Museum, which said that Southwestern shadow puppetry was a variation of Southwestern ghost play.
If ghost dramas still exist today, and combined with the Fengdu ghost's speculation just now...
The Taoist priest's heart instantly sank to the bottom, and he had already prepared for the worst.
The fellow apprentice who stayed outside quickly turned off the lights, and the other Taoist priests also extinguished the lights in their hands, and contacted the cars waiting outside to turn off all the lights, so as not to give the unknown creatures here a chance to create shadows.
The entire shadow puppet museum, along with the surrounding mountains and forests, immediately fell into darkness again.
Everyone breathed very softly, for fear of disturbing anything.
My eyes had just fallen into darkness from a bright place, and they had not yet adapted immediately. The Taoist priest stood still, wanting to wait quietly for the eyes to adapt.
It is a big taboo to act rashly in a panic.
But at this moment, the Taoist priest suddenly felt that his subconscious mind was reminding him that something seemed strange.
It was as if... there was a pair of eyes watching him in the darkness.
The Taoist priest immediately frowned, and secretly formed seals with his hands hanging in his sleeves, ready to fight back.
But suddenly, the Taoist priest felt as if a drop of water fell on his neck, and then slowly slid into his collar along his skin.
The sudden chill gave me goose bumps all over my body, and even my limbs felt numb and itchy.
He couldn't control his instinctive reaction and wanted to look back, but he lowered his gaze and shouted the Eight-Character Mantra in his heart, which made his mind return to the original place. Then he turned around quickly, formed a seal with his fingers and rushed back.
But in the Taoist priest's vision, there was only empty darkness.
He frowned and tried to identify it for a moment, but found that he seemed to be too nervous. Behind him was only a yard shrouded in darkness. Where were the water droplets and ghost shadows?
But at this time, the voice of another Taoist priest came from the side: "Daoyou, there is something behind you."
Even though the Taoist priest tried hard to restrain himself and make his tone sound calmer, the slight trembling still revealed his true emotions.
What scared him was not the ghosts, but the fact that other people couldn't see the ghosts.
His eyes were not dazzled by the light, so he recovered his vision the fastest in the darkness and saw the shadow puppet museum shrouded in darkness earlier than the other Taoist priests.
The Taoist priest clearly saw that behind each Taoist priest, there was a black shadow standing silently. Although the face was not clear, the figure was very similar to that Taoist priest.
It was as if it was the shadow of that Taoist priest.
Or... a wooden sculpture with a living mouth and eyes carved according to the shadow.
The Taoist priest's first reaction was to look behind him, but he found nothing.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw another Taoist priest quickly turn around and rush behind him, and it seemed that he had also discovered what was behind him.
But the problem is that the moment the other Taoist priest turned around, the shadow also moved immediately.
Standing behind him again.
It's like a shadow left behind that will never be discovered by the person himself.
The Taoist priest realized belatedly that it was not that there was nothing behind him, but that he could never see his own back.
Therefore, he quickly spoke up to remind the other Taoist priests and told them his discovery as quickly as possible.
But the Taoist priest with a mustache smiled bitterly: "It's too late..."
Among all the Taoist priests, only he and his fellow apprentice had seen those wooden carvings of ghost messengers with their own eyes. People who had not seen them, even if they heard others tell them about their surprise when they looked into the eyes of those wooden carvings, could not truly understand the fear that penetrated their souls at that moment.
That is... the soul instinctively reminding the living, run quickly, or you will die!
The cold wind of the winter night blew through the Taoist priest's sweat-soaked robe with a mustache, making his back shiver with cold.
He held his breath and looked straight outside the Shadow Puppet Museum, not daring to divert his attention even a little.
In the darkness, there was a slight noise.
“Bang…Bang!”
It was like the sound of a huge rock rolling down a hill and hitting the ground.
The Taoist priest with a mustache could barely make out what the sound outside was from the deep and light black in his field of vision.
Those huge wooden sculptures that blended in with the woods on the mountain stood up and walked down the hillside step by step, getting closer and closer to the Shadow Puppet Museum.
The rescue team who stayed in the vehicle outside didn't dare to say a word, trying hard to drown their presence in the darkness. They didn't want to be caught by the unknown dangers in the darkness and hold back the Taoist priests.
They bent down deeply and hid beside the seats, using the car to conceal their figures.
After turning off the engine, the temperature in the car dropped rapidly, and soon it became so cold that several people could not bear it and could not help twisting their bodies.
Inside the car, it was so quiet that the only sound left was the breathing of everyone.
Darkness disrupts people's perception of time.
After an unknown amount of time, the rescuer could not help but raise his head and look out the car window to see what was happening outside. Otherwise, he would be too uncertain to stay in the corner.
It was pitch black outside the car window. The team members took some effort to let their eyes adapt to the darkness. Slowly, they were able to distinguish what was what from the outlines and light and dark blocks of color in the dark.
But when he saw clearly outside, his whole body suddenly froze, his muscles were tense and as hard as stone.
The person next to him noticed his abnormality and asked in a whisper: "What's wrong? What's going on outside? What did you see?"
But the rescue team member's eyes were wide open, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. He stared straight out the window, but his throat was tight and he couldn't utter a word.
It's like a poor prey being targeted by a wild beast.
After getting used to the darkness, he suddenly saw clearly that just outside their car window, there was a figure standing silently, looking at everyone in the car.
No one knew how long the figure had been standing there. If the team members hadn't felt unsure and wanted to check, who knows how long it would have taken to discover him.
It might have been there when they first turned off the lights, or when they thought they were well hidden.
When they thought they were safe, they didn't know that in the darkness, there was a pair of eyes watching them quietly, and the unknown danger was only a piece of iron sheet away from them.
But they had no idea...
After realizing this, the team members who were slow to react were so scared that their hearts stopped. They felt a chill running from the top of their heads down through their spine and spreading throughout their bodies. They were so tense that their muscles were as tight as stones.
He tried hard to find his voice, and his tight throat made a "ho ho" sound. He raised his trembling hand and pointed outside the car window, trying to warn his companions.
After seeing that something was wrong with the team members, everyone's heart skipped a beat and realized that something bad must have happened. They quickly looked up and looked outside.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this.
Outside the car, human figures were swaying, and shadows were falling down with bared fangs and claws, like a tangled ball of twisting maggots, which made people's scalps tingle.
…It turned out that there was something outside the car watching them.
Their self-proclaimed hiding was nothing but a joke.
Some young team members suddenly felt that the string in their heads had broken.
The psychological defenses collapsed completely, the calm disappeared without a trace, and a deep sense of powerlessness and anger rose.
The team members were both scared and angry and wanted to rush out to grab the thing and ask loudly, are all their efforts so ridiculous? Why did it treat them like this!
It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The worries and tensions accumulated by the team members throughout the day burst out at this moment.
He suddenly stood up from the small space where he had been hiding, his expression excited.
The team members nearby noticed his sudden movement and looked at him in amazement, the ones around him tried to reach out and grab him, desperately mouthing words to him, some eager to pull him down and hide him again.
Although there was something outside the car, it was dark and they couldn't see clearly. They had no way of judging whether it was a person or a ghost. It would be too risky to react rashly!
But soon, the anxiety in the team members' eyes turned into shock and panic.
——I don’t know what the team member was thinking, he actually reached out for the physical door lock, trying to force the door open and rush out.
The people around him were quick-witted and quick-handed. They quickly pounced on his waist, dragged him back, and held him down tightly to prevent him from doing anything stupid.
When the team leader saw his team members gasping for breath and looking furious with red eyes, he was very experienced and quickly realized what was going on.
Fighting against ghosts is not an easy task.
These people are not exorcists, nor have they practiced Taoism. Every time they go out, they gamble on the possibility that they may not be able to return, and use their mortal bodies to rescue ordinary people in danger.
In this process, in addition to physical pain, they also face the crisis of damage to their souls and have to bear pressure that is hundreds or thousands of times heavier than that of ordinary people.
Therefore, many young and inexperienced rescue team members will collapse and heal repeatedly before they are sharpened into truly sharp swords.
But under heavy pressure, a string that is stretched too tight will break.
The team leader sighed. Although he felt reluctant, he still signaled to the people around him to hold down the collapsed team member. Then he turned around and vigilantly observed the situation outside the car window.
He originally wanted to pretend that there was no one in the car, wait quietly for the things outside to leave, and then contact the Taoist priests to make the next plan.
The team leader knew very well that when facing ghosts, it was the Taoist priests' battlefield and if they rushed forward rashly they would only disrupt the Taoist priests' rhythm.
But what he didn't expect was that just when he carefully raised half his head out of the car window to see clearly outside, he suddenly saw two red balls floating in the darkness.
It took him several beats to slowly react and realize that the red color should be the eyes of the thing outside.
…and he just happened to meet that thing’s eyes.
No.
That thing had been silently observing the situation inside the car through the window, taking in all their panic and fear.
The thing opened its mouth, and its bloody mouth was shaped like a crescent moon.
It was smiling at the leader.
Mocking their weakness and struggle, as if it were a cat playing with a mouse, and enjoying watching their struggles before death.
The moment he saw clearly, the team leader felt a cold sweat break out on his back and even his heart turned cold.
What's worse is that at this moment, the car door, which should have been locked, made a faint "click" sound.
The sound was not loud, but it was enough to give people a lot of ominous premonitions.
Everyone in the car who was trying to stop the collapsed team member from struggling heard the noise and looked up in a daze.
Then they saw, right before their eyes, all the car doors were slowly opened from the outside.
Darkness rushed into the car with a cold wind, driving away all the remaining warmth.
Everyone stopped what they were doing. For a moment, they were stunned by the sudden danger and didn't know how to react or how to save themselves.
Because they saw that the blurry figure outside the car door was not a person at all.
But it is a wood carving with living mouth and eyes.
Not just one, but countless numbers of them surrounded the vehicle.
The faces of those wood carvings looked so familiar, no different from the colleagues they worked with day and night.
It was just their red eyes and stiff faces that clearly revealed their abnormality.
After seeing the faces of those wood carvings, the rescue team members realized several beats late that these wood carvings... weren't they carved of themselves and their colleagues in the rescue team?
When a person looks in the mirror and finds that the person in the mirror looks exactly like him or her, but has completely different movements, what would be their reaction?
The team members only knew that at that moment, they felt like they were falling into an icy cave, with the cold spreading all the way to their hearts, as if even their heartbeats had disappeared.
He couldn't even tell clearly whether he was a shadow or the person opposite him was a ghost?
Before they could figure out what to do, they saw the wooden sculptures raise their hands and point them directly at them. The sharp fingers carved out of wood clenched into claws and grabbed at the people in the car.
The team members suddenly came to their senses and quickly grasped the nearest hard objects as weapons. They refused to admit defeat and held the weapons in front of them, gritting their teeth and preparing for a desperate battle with those wood carvings.
The wooden sculpture with the same face as the team members grinned and laughed at the team members' fruitless efforts.
Why bother struggling? The only outcome is death anyway, so why not surrender and give up this identity to it? You can also die without too much pain.
Now that the ghosts have become the masters of everything, those living beings who used to be high and mighty and thought they were the most intelligent creatures in the world, finally have to experience the feeling of hiding and being driven away.
As for this identity…it will replace him and be used well.
——Under the ghost way.
The team members roared and rushed forward, but the weapons in their hands broke when they touched the palm of the wood sculpture. The sharp wooden body was given powerful strength by the ghost way, and any obstacles in front of the wood sculpture were easily pushed away.
The wood carving's palm did not stop after breaking the weapon, but rushed straight towards the team member's chest.
The team member's eyes slowly widened, and he felt that everything in his field of vision slowed down, making the movements of the wood sculpture's knife-like palm extremely clear in his eyes.
He watched helplessly as the hand moved closer to his chest.
Then, it suddenly broke through the soft and warm flesh.
“Puff!”
Blood splattered on the faces of the others.
They were filled with panic and wanted to rush over to rescue their teammates, but outside every car door that was forced open stood a wooden sculpture with a face exactly like theirs.
The woodcarvers all moved at the same time, repeating similar movements.
The others could only watch the blood splattering in the air, unable to do anything.
The team member covered the wound on his chest and tried to speak but only a mouthful of blood gushed out and then he fell down weakly.
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed from outside the car, knocked away the wooden sculpture that was close to everyone, and threw it to the ground.
"Bang!"
…
The first thing Yan Shixun heard was the sobbing sound beside his ear.
Before he opened his eyes, he could detect sounds and smells around him, accompanied by a series of noises that became louder and louder, like something being dragged on the ground.
The lingering smell of blood at the tip of his nose made Yan Shixun frown in disgust. His eyelashes trembled violently as he struggled to open his eyes.
Consciousness gradually returned from the darkness, and with it came a greater awareness of the environment around me.
He seemed to be lying in a dark and damp place. The cold and hard touch beneath his body and the chill that spread through his thick coat told him the current situation.
——He has now ended his fall and successfully entered the lower hell.
A slight smile appeared on Yan Shixun's lips, and he finally opened his eyes.
His eyes flickered at first, as he felt a little uncomfortable with the darkness coming out of him suddenly. Physiological tears blurred his vision, forcing him to wait quietly for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the current environment again.
Then, Yan Shixun finally saw clearly where he was.
Mass grave.
A dark, stiff arm hung down from a high place beside him, just above his field of vision. His eyes and the dark, powerlessly drooping fingertips were less than ten centimeters apart.
Whether it is the skin that has long lost its elasticity and luster, or the maggots slowly crawling on the wound, it all shows that the owner of this arm has been dead for a long time.
As far as he could see, there were corpses thrown here and there in all directions. The corpses piled at the bottom had already decayed into dry bones, with blood and pus flowing quietly. The corpses at the top were still fresh and intact, and could be seen without having time to decay.
Yan Shixun frowned and suddenly found that he recognized the face of the corpse at the top.
It was the hunchbacked old man who asked the program crew for ticket money when they entered the Shadow Puppet Museum.
The old man at that time was cunning and malicious, and wanted to deceive them and demand the cause and effect, but was sent away by Yan Shixun without any hesitation.
But now, he was thrown here, his eyes were wide open, and even his eyeballs were about to fall out of his sockets, and he died with his eyes open.
What's going on? Is this the lower level of hell?
Yan Shixun moved his hands and feet to make sure that his body functions were normal, then slowly and carefully moved himself out of the pile of corpses without leaving any corpse behind.
When he finally stood up, shakily supporting himself on the ground, he could see the general situation of where he was.
——Endless piles of corpses formed into mountain ranges.
Yan Shixun, a stranger, looked so insignificant standing in front of such a mountain of corpses.
He soon realized... it was just him.
The others are gone.
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