Chapter 197 Jinjiang
Annan was originally staring blankly at the ground below him. The pool of blood mixed with intact human skin was really shocking to him.
Even though he had followed the show for so many episodes, this pool of soft stuff still made An Nanyuan feel a little nauseous.
Especially when he thought about how he had touched that thing just now in the dark...
Goose bumps spread slowly on An Nanyuan's arms. He was not a germaphobe, but at this moment he still wanted to rush out and scrub his palms frantically.
While An Nanyuan was staring at the pool of blood and flesh on the ground and retching, Zhang Wubing strode over from the door and stood next to Yan Shixun.
Originally, when Zhang Wubing saw Yan Shixun standing motionless in the corridor outside the window, he was a little worried about Yan Shixun.
However, when Zhang Wubing followed Yan Shixun's gaze and saw clearly what was in the river, he suddenly felt unwell.
——Densely packed faces.
Each one was swollen and white, and the original appearance could not be recognized. Only a pair of eyeballs were red, reflecting red light under the flashlight, which was eerie and creepy.
It seemed that the flashlight disturbed them, and the corpses that were originally standing quietly in the river slowly swam towards the river bank one by one.
They were covered in a foul stench and their swollen skin stepped on the mud on the shore, then walked slowly and clumsily towards the small wooden building.
The entire river surface was covered with chrysanthemum petals, and it was impossible to see how many similar rotting corpses there were below.
It seems like an endless source with no end.
Zhang Wubing felt his scalp tingling. He trembled and hugged Yan Shixun's arm beside him, crying: "Yan, Brother Yan, this, this, this, this..."
Master Ma lied to me!
Zhang Wubing shouted in grief and anger.
He had clearly consulted Taoist Priest Ma, and Taoist Priest Ma had said that there was no problem with the Changshou Village, so what was this?
Even though he often encountered ghosts, Zhang Wubing had seen many hideous deaths, whether from car accidents or jumping from buildings.
However, Zhang Wubing still had to admit that the things in front of him really shocked him.
After a person dies, his body, after being soaked in water for a long time, turns into an indescribable shape.
Moreover, similar to the thing that was stabbed to death in the room by Yan Shixun at the beginning, the rotten corpse that walked out of the river seemed to have no bones, and its body was soft and swollen, like a big balloon filled with water.
Zhang Wubing asked in a trembling voice: "Yan, Brother Yan, what should we do?"
Yan Shixun pushed Zhang Wubing away, supported himself on the railing, flipped over swiftly, and leaped down.
"For other matters, go to Ye Li and Lu Xingxing. Everyone stay in the small building and are not allowed to go anywhere."
Yan Shixun left only one crisp sentence, then used the candlestick in his hand as a knife, throwing it into the air and catching it in his hand. He turned the spike around, made a beautiful sword flower, and then rushed into the corpses that floated ashore with a cold gaze.
The candlestick caused a splash of blood when it stabbed down, and the spiritual sense was mixed up into a mess. The whole swollen corpse was like a punctured balloon, and it collapsed limply, turning into a pool of blood under Yan Shixun's feet.
The blood soaked the land, like blood-red chrysanthemums blooming on the river bank.
Yan Shixun's eyebrows were firm and sharp, his eyes were like the light of a knife, and the spikes of the candlestick in his hand were already covered with blood and flesh, and even the spikes were beginning to blunt.
But Yan Shixun seemed tireless, even his movements did not change, and he still held a corpse in each hand.
The blood flowed along the soil into the river, dyeing the originally clear water bright red.
Floating on the entire river of blood were many chrysanthemum petals, yellow and white, flowing quietly.
It seems not to be affected by the outside world.
No matter how Yan Shixun fights the corpses, it will not affect the quietly flowing river.
Lu Xingxing, who rushed over after hearing the noise, held the railing with one hand and looked down blankly.
In the space illuminated by the flashlight in Zhang Wubing's hand, Lu Xingxing saw that Yan Shixun was like a god of death descending to the earth. All the rotten corpses that wanted to rush past him towards the small building turned into a pool of blood under his feet.
The intact human skin fell off as the corpses became limp, and pieces of it landed on the ground one by one.
The human skins with different expressions were wailing, and under the light of the flashlight, they seemed to be silently telling the people above about their resentment.
Zhang Wubing was so frightened that he took a step back, his heart pounding.
But Lu Xingxing stood behind the railing, staring blankly at Yan Shixun... and the river of blood under Yan Shixun's feet.
The horrifying scene triggered Lu Xingxing's memory, and he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten before.
——Corpses floated on the river, and the blood flowed for ten days without stopping.
This has been a concern for Haiyun Temple for many years.
The mystery of the corpses in Nanming Mountain.
Many years ago, when Lu Xingxing returned to the Taoist temple, he overheard the conversation of the Taoist priests and heard the word Nanming Mountain for the first time.
It all started several decades ago.
At that time, at the foot of Nanming Mountain, one could often see the bodies of babies abandoned in the wild, their bodies gnawed beyond recognition by wild beasts.
When those tiny bodies were found, often only a small half was left, causing great grief to the people who found them, who could hardly bear to look at them.
However, in that era when people were starving, one could not blame them too much.
——After all, if you can’t even feed yourself, how can you feed your children? For the villagers who are trying to survive, the morality that can be criticized is based on the ability to survive.
Even if a Taoist priest or a fortune teller passed by, they could only sigh and send the little child to the next life.
No one cared about the little bodies.
It was not until more than ten years ago that a tide of corpses broke out in Nanming Mountain.
The Taoist priest who rushed to Nanming Mountain upon hearing the news was stunned when he saw the scene of Nanming Mountain.
He had never seen such a large number of corpses.
The corpses floated quietly on the river at the foot of Nanming Mountain, drifting downstream, one after another. It was a scene that looked like something from hell.
The Taoist priest followed the river to its source but never returned.
When alive, there is no one to be seen; when dead, there is not only a corpse.
In the following ten years, Haiyun Temple sent Taoist priests to Nanming Mountain, but all of them returned empty-handed.
Like Guishan and Yelang Peak, Nanming Mountain is a thorn in the side of Haiyun Temple, and several attempts to solve it over the years have been fruitless.
The Taoist priest's death that left the deepest impression on Lu Xingxing was because of Nanming Mountain.
Originally, that memory was already vague, but the river of blood in front of him was like a key word, suddenly reminding Lu Xingxing of the scene he had heard other uncles talk about.
The Nanming Mountain of the past was just like what it was now before his eyes, with the entire river filled with blood.
The only difference is that this is a longevity village.
There were no corpses floating in the river - those corpses had "come alive" and were being killed one by one by Yan Shixun.
Lu Xingxing ran over in a hurry without wearing shoes, and the cold air spread upwards along the soles of his feet, making him shiver with cold.
But he was stubborn and refused to leave from behind the railing. He stared at Yan Shixun as if he was staring at the road.
Master...you once tried to teach me the principles of morality, is this it?
Lu Xingxing was a little dazed.
The smelly blood splashed onto Yan Shixun's face. He raised his hand to wipe it off without a care. The remaining blood made his face look even sharper and more unruly, to the extent that one would feel cut just by looking at it.
But even if he is alone, he is still like a mountain and a river, keeping all dangers out and not giving them the chance to get close to the lives he protects.
“Puff!”
The edges of the candlestick had long been worn and curled, and were no longer sharp.
With the final blow, Yan Shixun leaped up, then fell heavily down, stabbing the candlestick straight into the corpse's spiritual mind.
The balloon filled with blood burst and sprayed all over the ground.
The blood flowed into the river, and the crimson waves hit the river bank.
And there were no more rotting corpses on the river bank.
Yan Shixun stood on the river bank and took a breath. He raised his sore arms and wiped the blood off his face. He stared at the river surface, guarding against the appearance of any more rotten corpses.
After a while, Yan Shixun calmed down his breathing, turned around and walked towards the small building again.
Zhang Wubing hurriedly helped Yan Shixun light the way under his feet: "Brother Yan, I'll go down to pick you up..."
"Need not."
Yan Shixun sneered: "How incompetent do you think I am?"
As he spoke, Yan Shixun had already grasped the railing, and with a force from his waist, he swung up and landed steadily on the wooden corridor.
He glanced back and saw that the river was still rippling, gently lapping against the river bank, making a moving sound.
But it is no longer the leisurely and pleasant daytime, and the large area of red is shocking.
Yan Shixun glanced at the river indifferently, then casually took the towel handed to him by Lu Xingxing and wiped the blood off his face and hands. As he walked, he said to Zhang Wubing beside him, "Tell everyone not to be left alone. Stay until the sun comes out tomorrow morning, and we will leave immediately."
If what the guide meant by the water level rising after noon was a corpse in the river... I wonder how many similar things there are in this valley.
If he was the only one there, he would have nothing to fear, but there were so many ordinary people in the show crew, and he couldn't risk their safety.
The safest way is to wait for the Yang energy to rise. After daybreak, the power of evil spirits will be greatly weakened.
By then, it will be the best time to leave.
However, since the guide could tell us that the water level would rise after noon, and he went in and out of the longevity village all year round, and even had a good relationship with those elderly people, it seemed that the guide must know something.
Yan Shixun made up his mind to go find the guide to find out the truth.
Without wasting a moment, he immediately told Zhang Wubing that everyone should stay in the small building and go find Ye Li and Lu Xingxing if they had any business.
"Mr. Ye? Oh, sure."
Zhang Wubing glanced at Lu Xingxing, who was standing behind him and looked so shocked that he had not yet recovered from his shock, and shook his head silently.
I always feel that I still have to rely mainly on Mr. Ye.
But this brings up another practical problem... If Yan Shixun was not there, he would not dare to face Mr. Ye alone.
Zhang Wubing: QAQ it’s too difficult.
Nantian, who was originally sleeping in the room, was woken up by the cold wind from the open window and the noise around him.
He rubbed his eyes sleepily and sat up, and asked An Nanyuan who was in the same room confusedly: "What's wrong? Why is it so noisy?"
An Nanyuan looked at Nantian who seemed to know nothing, and felt an indescribable sense of envy in his heart.
He also wanted to just fall asleep like this, and everything would be solved when he woke up, alas.
But on the river bank, where no one noticed, the blood that soaked the land swayed and bloomed into beautiful blood-red chrysanthemums.
First the rhizome, then the stamens and buds, and finally the petals trembled and unfolded.
On the bank of the Blood River, the blood-colored chrysanthemums quickly faded in color, turning into pure and flawless white, swaying slightly.
And the next moment after the chrysanthemums bloomed, the human skins that were originally lying on the ground swelled up again as if they were inflated.
It is full of flesh and blood, but has no bones. It is as soft as a worm that has no ability to control itself.
The rotten corpse raised its head and looked quietly at the small building with its unrecognizable and horrible face, then it moved its swollen legs stiffly and clumsily.
At the moment when the chrysanthemums bloomed, Yan Shixun, who was walking in the living room of the small building, suddenly stopped.
He could feel that all the memories of the corpses and the battle were quickly fading from his mind.
The same was true for everyone else. The terrifying scene quickly disappeared from their memory.
It’s as if only happy and joyful memories are allowed to exist here, and all negative emotions will be erased and not allowed to exist.
After a few breaths, everyone who was originally nervous and vigilant suddenly relaxed.
Only Yan Shixun clenched his palms tightly, staring at the front with a look so fierce that it seemed to be real, and struggled desperately with his own willpower.
In the end, even though his memory had faded, Yan Shixun still remembered one thing.
——Go find a guide and ask him about the Longevity Village.
The guide is hiding something important.
But the others...
Yan Shixun blinked his eyes, feeling that some thought flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch it at all.
It's strange... It's like an invisible hand erased a memory.
Yan Shixun's eyes were gloomy.
He could remember that he had forgotten something, but he could not remember what he had forgotten.
Perhaps, I will get the answer to this question after finding a guide and asking him clearly.
Yan Shixun calmed himself down, pushed open the door of the small wooden building, and walked out.
After watching Yan Shixun disappear, the others suddenly forgot why they were standing there.
"Strange, do I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of my sleep?"
Nantian muttered to himself and walked into the room, scratching his hair in confusion.
He was woken up in the middle of his sleep and had no idea what had happened before that.
As for the other guests, they all remembered something to some extent.
But those memories are as distant as dreams. The overlap of illusion and reality makes them unable to tell whether they really happened or are just the sequelae of nightmares at night.
Everyone stood in the living room, muttering to each other for a long time, looking at each other.
"The power is out. Why are you standing here instead of sleeping?"
"I seem to remember that we have to travel tomorrow? Go to sleep quickly, or you won't be able to get out of bed."
"That's strange, what did I come out for?"
Everyone was completely confused and could only return to their rooms with full of doubts.
Only Lu Xingxing was there. He seemed to be struggling with something invisible. His expression changed from excited to depressed. After struggling for a long time, his expression finally returned to calm.
Lu Xingxing glanced around the living room and found that there was no one there. The huge living room was dark, with only the flashlight at hand illuminating a little space.
He vaguely remembered that someone who was very important to him seemed to ask him if he had something to ask.
Although his memory was already fuzzy, Lu Xingxing, who felt that he had shouldered a heavy burden, still grabbed the quilt, solemnly spread it on the sofa, and prepared to sleep on the sofa.
——Although he forgot what the task was, if he slept in the living room, wouldn’t everything be solved?
No matter who wants to come in, they must walk past him, thus ensuring the safety of others.
Lu Xingxing nodded in satisfaction, sighed, and slid her cold body into the quilt.
A rustling sound quietly sounded in the darkness.
The rotten corpse, whose body had been swollen again, climbed through the window, climbed up the railing, and entered the small wooden building.
However, no matter whether it was Nantian who was sleeping in the room when the rotten corpse passed by, or Zhang Wubing who was looking out the window anxiously worried about Yan Shixun, everyone turned a blind eye to the rotten corpse passing by them.
The cold river water dripped from the rotting corpse, leaving a long trail of water on the floor.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the corpses that had entered the small building disappeared again.
Lu Xingxing, who had decided to sleep in the living room, suddenly sneezed. He suddenly felt that the living room was indeed not as cold as the bedroom. Why was it a bit cold?
He rubbed his nose, but didn't notice that a shadow was cast from beside him, almost covering him completely...
But upstairs, it was a completely different scene.
Ye Li was stepping on the unconscious staff member and looking down at Zhao Zhen who was sitting against the wall, with no emotion in his narrow eyes.
Zhao Zhen looked at Ye Li in shock, then looked at the staff member who had fallen to the ground, and felt surprise and fear in his heart.
He had never thought that the man next to Brother Yan would have power that was no less than Brother Yan's.
Zhao Zhen originally thought that he would definitely be injured under such a close and rapid attack from the staff.
However, he did not expect that this person would appear just when he called for Yan Shixun's help.
The staff member who was about to attack him was kicked over by this man and saved him effortlessly.
Zhao Zhen suddenly understood Lu Xingxing's respect for this "master's aunt".
This kind of power... is too terrifying.
Zhao Zhen was filled with emotion.
Ye Li's eyes were silent as he looked outside the small wooden building.
Shi Xun’s breath...disappeared from the small wooden building.
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