Chapter 199 Jinjiang (1)
When Zhao Zhen realized that his memory might have become abnormal like that of the notebook's owner, he felt as if a cold wind was whistling through his chest, making him feel cold and stiff.
He barely pulled himself back from his wild and horrified thoughts, calmed himself, and immediately flipped through the notebook like a madman, skipping every page of normal narration and only reading those accounts whose handwriting was messy and powerful enough to penetrate the paper.
Zhao Zhen realized that if it was true as the owner of the notebook said, that he had forgotten all the wrong memories, then those narratives that were turned over halfway through were what that person really wanted to write down.
This meant that he could piece together what that person had forgotten from those crazy and messy accounts!
Under the cold, blinding light of the flashlight, Zhao Zhen turned the pages one by one with his frozen fingers, repeating the incomplete sentences to himself in a low voice.
The person who recorded it must have had a confused mind at the time, and what he wrote down was also upside down. It took Zhao Zhen a lot of effort to figure out what the words were from those messy lines and to sort out the truth hidden under those messy words.
Two days before the hiking team entered the Longevity Village, everything was normal. They leisurely enjoyed the sunshine, breeze, and beautiful mountains and rivers in this paradise-like village.
But one day, a team member saw a dead body at the bottom of the river while fetching water.
——Those are the other members of the team!
The corpse's eyes were wide open, as if it had died with its eyes open. Their eyes were red unlike those of a normal person. They were staring straight at the world outside the river, as if they were suppressing a heart full of resentment.
The team members screamed in fright and staggered back to the small wooden building. They found the owner of the notebook, who was also the captain of the hiking team at the time, and wanted to talk about the matter.
But halfway through his words, the team member forgot what he wanted to say.
He stood in front of the captain, his face confused.
The captain found it strange, but did not take it seriously. He just wanted to record the incident during routine record keeping.
But he only wrote a few sentences and there was no follow-up.
——The captain also forgot about this.
Then, they continued their leisurely lives as if they didn't realize that there was someone missing from the team.
However, the captain found that his room was often wet.
He felt strange, so one morning, instead of leaving, he hid in the closet, wanting to see what was going on in the room.
As a result, he saw a team member who had long been forgotten by him actually pushed open the door and walked into the room with a stench of corpse and stiff limbs.
Water dripped from the corpse, soaking the furniture and fabrics in the room. The team member had begun to swell, and rotten flesh and loose skin hung on his body, neither falling nor swaying as he walked.
When the captain saw the team member's face, he finally remembered this person.
Yes! He is my friend, a member of my team, how come I didn't notice him after he disappeared for so long? Why is he like this now? What happened?
The captain was terrified, concerned and afraid.
As a result, in his haste, he made a noise in the closet.
The rotting corpse heard the sound, slowly turned around, looked towards the closet, and staggered over.
The captain was nearly fainted by the stench of the corpse. The distance was so close that he could clearly see the swollen flesh of his former friend, and his heartbeat was already at its highest point.
But the captain forgot what happened next and did not write it down in his notebook.
However, although the captain forgot about this incident, his brain helped him remember the fear he felt at that time.
Therefore, he began to look at Changshou Village with a critical eye.
As a result, he discovered many strange things.
For example, there are no young people or children in the village, not even one.
Although the old people in the village said that the young children were not in the village because they had gone out to work, the team leader had stayed in the village for a long time but had not found any belongings of the young people in the village, nor any corresponding small wooden buildings or rooms.
For example, the chrysanthemums in the village seem to be blooming all the time.
When the captain was entering the mountains, he met other people in the homestay who were going out of the mountains to take care of things and then come back to live in seclusion. They all said that the chrysanthemums in the village had been blooming for two or three months, and the captain had stayed in the village for several months, but had never seen the chrysanthemums wither.
It seems that chrysanthemums are blooming all year round.
For example, although every household in the village has a well, they have long been abandoned and people drink river water instead.
When the sun shines, the river water is crystal clear, sweet and pure without a trace of impurities. But once the sun sets, the river water turns into blood.
The captain once asked the villagers what was going on, but the villagers gave him a strange answer: "You can't remember it anyway, so just think of it as an animal dying upstream."
…
All these strange things began to scare the captain.
He wanted to leave the village, but he didn't expect that every time he thought of this idea, he would forget it in the blink of an eye.
The captain made a mark on the notebook. Every time he could remember that he seemed to have forgotten something, he would make a mark on the notebook. In the end, this amounted to hundreds of times.
And the captain finally remembered what he had forgotten before.
——He forgot about the abnormality in the village, and even forgot that he was forgetting it.
No matter how hard the captain tried to remember, those memories were fleeting, leaving him no chance to write them down in full.
Even though the captain tried to write these things down in his notebook, he could never write down a single thing. He would always forget what he was thinking after writing a few words.
In the end, the captain was almost driven to mental collapse by the powerlessness caused by his own memory loss and the increasingly abnormal things in the village.
Even in desperate situations, people can still find a way to survive by relying on their willpower.
But what if willpower never existed in the first place?
If even your brain betrays you, your eyes cannot see what they should see, your ears cannot hear the most real sounds, and even the memories that can serve as evidence are all missing.
When you want to do something, you look around and are left with nothing but confusion.
That--
How do you get out of this desperate situation?
The only person you can rely on, yourself, has betrayed you...
The further back in time the notes went, the more sloppy and chaotic the handwriting became, and even the thoughts gradually became muddled and the wording became more and more crazy.
If the first few pages of the notebook had not revealed the identity of the owner, Zhao Zhen would almost think that he was reading the notebook of a mentally ill patient.
Every time Zhao Zhen turned a page, he felt shocked.
Many things were not successfully recorded by the owner of the notebook, but were finally inferred by Zhao Zhen after combining the narrative of the previous and next few pages and some pen strokes remaining on the page.
Zhao Zhen felt that even his breathing became rapid.
Even though the owner of the notebook recorded these things, he never remembered that he had ever written down what was in his mind.
It was as if those desperate words in the notes made the captain feel unhappy, so an invisible hand erased all those memories, preventing the captain from feeling unhappy at the root.
It was precisely because of the captain's forgetfulness that when he remembered that he wanted to take notes, he calmly turned to the next page and wrote down his praises for the longevity village with a calm look as if he had lived through the years.
However, when you turn to the next page, the captain's struggle continues.
It’s like a student who is so sleepy in class that he can no longer control his brain, but still tries hard to open his eyes and write down the knowledge points with the teacher.
However, his brain and mind could no longer support him to do such a thing, so he could only rely on his last obsession and force himself to write down a bunch of messy strokes.
Words overlap, sentences lose logic, narration becomes difficult, and the brain betrays the will.
Just by looking at the strokes and the ink stains from the pen tips, Zhao Zhen felt as if he could put himself in the captain's shoes and feel his despair and helplessness.
When he finally flipped through the entire notebook, he sat on the sofa in a daze, unable to recover for a while.
The captain's emotions at that time seemed to travel through time, tightly grasping Zhao Zhen's heart, making him experience the same powerless despair.
I need to... I need to show my notes to Brother Yan. There’s something wrong with Changshou Village!
Can't stay.
Zhao Zhen's mind was completely occupied by this thought.
When he stood up, his legs almost gave out and he fell to his knees. He managed to hold onto the cabinet next to him with his hands to avoid falling to the ground.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. It was difficult to tell time in the darkness without any reference points. Zhao Zhen's legs were numb from sitting there.
He stood up shakily with the help of the cabinet, his numb legs and feet. When his eyes inadvertently swept across the cabinet, he suddenly recalled what was recorded in the notebook.
The captain's record came to an abrupt end when he hid in the closet and was about to be discovered.
Zhao Zhen couldn't figure out what happened next.
And now, when Zhao Zhen looked at the cabinet, he suddenly realized that since he found the notebook in this room, it meant that the captain at that time was also in this room.
…and the place where the captain hid to escape the zombie team members was this cabinet.
Zhao Zhen's hand, which was holding the cabinet, suddenly froze.
He didn't know if it was his psychological problem, but he suddenly felt a cold breath coming from behind the cabinet door under his palm.
Zhao Zhen swallowed and stared at the closet for a long time. Finally, he mustered up the courage to reach out and open the closet door to check what was going on.
When people in the entertainment industry mention Zhao Zhen, they think he is not only a dedicated actor, but also a responsible and courageous man. Many directors can't help but give him a thumbs up when talking about Zhao Zhen's spirit of hard work.
But at this moment, Zhao Zhen felt that even his heart was trembling violently, the blood in his veins was flowing wildly, and the heartbeat was like a drum ringing in his ears.
The distance of just a few dozen centimeters seemed as long as several years to Zhao Zhen.
He stretched out his fingers and grasped the handle of the cabinet door with trembling hands. He tried several times but wanted to back off every time.
Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth and finally pulled the cabinet door open quickly with great force.
“Squeak!”
The door hinges, rusted by the humid weather, made a harsh friction sound.
The flashlight illuminated the scene inside the cabinet.
In the closet that had long been covered with dust, a puddle of water fell and flowed down along the gap of the open door. A slight "dripping" sound echoed in the dark and silent space.
Zhao Zhen trembled and slowly raised his head, his eyes following the water marks from bottom to top.
Then, he looked into the eyes of a hideous and swollen face.
There was still some fluorescent cloth left on the body, which looked like some kind of mountaineering equipment.
However, the corpse was so swollen from swelling that the clothes had already been torn apart. The rotten flesh was like cut fish meat, hanging on the body of the corpse, and it was difficult to fall off.
The pale skin had long been peeled off from the flesh and blood, and was almost transparent under the flashlight, and one could even see the rotten flesh and blue-black tendons beneath the skin.
——A horribly dead body had been hidden in the closet since some unknown time.
A fine and dense chill climbed up along Zhao Zhen's back.
He couldn't help but wonder, when the staff were sleeping, sorting things, or working in the room, was this corpse staring at the people in the room through the closet door, silently with its already blurry and turbid eyes?
Even if the staff noticed something was wrong and turned around to look, they could not find anything unusual. They could only mutter something, touch their heads in confusion, and turn back to work.
After Zhao Zhen entered the room, whether he was moving the unconscious staff or concentrating on looking at his notes, this corpse... was staring at him in the dark with its empty eyes without any warmth.
After realizing this, Zhao Zhen took a breath.
He subconsciously let go of the hand that was holding the closet door and staggered back, trying to distance himself from the corpse in the closet.
After all, the notes stated that the team member walked into the room on his own after death.
This means that the body in front of him...
Or maybe, he's faking his corpse!
Just as Zhao Zhen had this thought, the corpse, which was hunched over and stuffed in the small closet, slowly raised its head and faced Zhao Zhen with its highly decayed face.
The posture in which it was stuffed into the closet was very strange, having exceeded the bending limit of a normal human skeleton.
It was as if it was a piece of soft meat with no bones at all.
And now, it was moving itself out of the closet little by little, slowly but firmly walking towards Zhao Zhen.
Zhao Zhen felt that even his calves were trembling. He immediately turned around and wanted to run out of the room.
But his eyes caught sight of the unconscious staff members, and his running posture immediately froze.
If he leaves, who will protect these people?
He could still run and still had his own consciousness, but these people had completely lost the ability to protect themselves. It was even possible that these people would die at the hands of the corpse as soon as he left.
Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth, turned around again, and wanted to rush over to move those people away.
But at this moment, the staff member who was tied to the chair by Zhao Zhen woke up slowly.
A pair of red eyeballs reflected a strange light under the flashlight.
Zhao Zhen's pupils constricted.
…
Bai Shuang locked the door after returning to the room.
Originally, she shared a room with several female staff members, but when the power went out, the staff members were not in the room. Instead, they were either on the first floor or in other places, busy with their work.
So, Bai Shuang was left alone in the room.
She sat on the bed with her muscles tense, not daring to relax at all. She looked towards the door frequently, waiting anxiously.
Wait for Yan Shixun to come back to protect them, or wait for the danger to finally come.
Bai Shuang felt that at this moment, he was like standing under a sword suspended in the air.
She didn't know when the sword would fall and bring death, nor did she know if the sword would fall.
The process of waiting for death is more tormenting than death itself.
But as he waited, Bai Shuang began to feel sleepy.
It seemed that the cold and tension had consumed a lot of her energy and physical strength, and the unchanged scene in the darkness and the inability to perceive the flow of time were paralyzing Bai Shuang's nerves, causing her to gradually lose concentration and become physiologically sleepy because of the dark environment.
Her body instinctively told her that it was getting dark and time to go to bed.
no.
Bai Shuang shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
She couldn't sleep yet, she had to wait, wait...wait for what?
A trace of confusion flashed across Bai Shuang's eyes.
She felt like she was waiting for something, but when she felt sleepy, she suddenly couldn't remember what she was waiting for.
Even when she tried to recall what happened before, her mind felt blank and she couldn't recall any memories.
It was as if her brain had fallen asleep before her.
Bai Shuang tried hard to open her eyes, but her body instinctively wanted to pursue warmth and bed. The bed suddenly became extremely attractive to her.
After struggling for a while, his brain was almost frozen in frost and unable to function, but he finally couldn't resist the desire for warmth and sleep, and wrapped himself in the quilt.
When falling into the not-so-soft bed, Bai Shuang let out a contented sigh, and his muscles, which had been tired all day, were finally able to relax.
Under the dual effects of physical fatigue from climbing mountains and crossing rivers, as well as mental fatigue from being tense, Bai Shuang, who had originally planned to sleep for only five minutes, soon fell into a deep sleep.
Her face looked peaceful, her brows relaxed, as if she was sleeping after a tiring sleep, which was the ultimate happiness in the world.
But just a few minutes after Bai Shuang fell asleep, a rustling sound came from under the bed.
It was as if the flesh had been separated from the body, half hanging and swaying, and as it crawled, it slapped the ground, making a slight sound.
The bed board also made irregular banging noises from underneath, as if something was hiding under the bed.
But Bai Shuang, who was sleeping soundly, had lost awareness of the things around him. He still slept soundly with a happy smile on his face.
In the dim light, a swollen, pale hand suddenly stretched out from under the bed.
The thing grabbed onto the bed board and slowly and clumsily pulled its "fat" body out from under the bed.
Then it stood beside the bed, lowered its head, and stared at Bai Shuang who was sleeping soundly with its red eyes.
The stench of decay filled the room, along with a damp and stuffy smell mixed with water vapor.
Bai Shuang frowned and suddenly felt uneasy as if he was being stared at by a monster in his sleep, so he twisted his body.
A corpse suddenly broke into the middle of a sweet dream. The body was rotten all over, with maggots rolling in the exposed flesh and blood. Its face was so disfigured that it was unrecognizable.
Bai Shuang, who was immersed in the comfort of happiness and peace of mind, felt her heart pounding. She wanted to turn around and run, but in her dream, her legs were completely out of control. She could only watch the thing getting closer and closer to her...
Bai Shuang was so anxious that she almost wanted to cry. She tried her best to tell herself that this was a dream, this was definitely a dream! As long as she woke up, she wouldn't have to face it again.
Wake up, wake up!!
Bai Shuang suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath in shock. Even though the temperature in the room was not high, beads of sweat still oozed from his forehead.
It took Bai Shuang a long time to come back to her senses from the shock she had just experienced.
She smiled bitterly, thinking that she might have dreamed about such a horrible monster because she was daydreaming before going to bed.
Thinking of this, Bai Shuang raised his head casually and looked around aimlessly.
There was no light in the room, everything was swallowed up by darkness, and it was impossible to tell what was what.
But when he saw the darkness around him, Bai Shuang's gaze suddenly paused.
Why did she feel that... the darkness next to her was different from other places?
Everywhere else the darkness was flat, without undulations.
But only this small area around me seemed to have a sense of ups and downs.
If you look more closely...
Bai Shuang had squinted her eyes and was trying to get closer to see the action more clearly, but suddenly she stopped.
It looks like a human figure!
She was startled, and her original sleepiness disappeared, with cold sweat on her back.
Like a stuck robot, Bai Shuang raised his head little by little, feeling both fear and eagerness to see clearly what was next to him.
However, Bai Shuang was met with a pair of red eyes.
“Snap!”
A piece of rotten meat fell from it.
It hit Bai Shuang's palm right on the ground.
The sticky and cold touch immediately spread from the palm of his hand all the way to Bai Shuang's brain.
She seemed to be frozen as a stone.
Bai Shuang moved her mouth, but her tongue seemed to be stiff and she could only make "ho ho" sounds. Her instinctive screams were stuck in her throat, making it sore that tears suddenly oozed from the corners of her eyes.
However, the rotten corpse slowly stretched out its pale palm, which was swollen like a balloon, and reached towards her head.
Bai Shuang desperately gave orders to her limbs in her mind, shouting in her heart, "Move! Move!"
Just as she watched helplessly that palm would soon fall on her face, and even the smell of decay and moisture was close at hand, she finally regained control of her body in the struggle, threw away the quilt, rolled and crawled backwards, trying desperately to distance herself from that thing.
“Get out!! Get out!! Brother Yan ahhhhhh——!”
Heart-wrenching screams rang out in the small building.
…
After leaving the small wooden building, Yan Shixun immediately ran straight to the home of the old man who had previously received the program crew.
When he went to find the guide before dark, he had heard the guide say that he had no house in the village and would stay at the old man's house every time he came.
But Yan Shixun had only taken a few steps when he suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the small wooden building next door.
It's like the "creak...creak" sound produced by the friction between a rope and wood.
No, a more accurate description would be that the rope carrying the weight was rubbing against the wood.
It was like... something hanging from the beam, swaying slowly in the wind.
Yan Shixun paused and turned to look at the small building next door with a serious look.
There seemed to be an impression in his memory, so faint that it almost disappeared, telling him to check the cabin next door again.
Next door, what's next door?
All that was in my memory was a mess of colorful colors, and lines that were so abstract that their original forms were almost unrecognizable, with white and yellow interspersed among them, and warm and weird memories intertwined.
All the contradictory impressions were boiled into an unrecognizable paste in Yan Shixun's mind, making it impossible for him to tell what was what.
Yan Shixun gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and tried hard to recall.
But his fingertips suddenly touched a semi-curved mark.
The marks left by fingernails, and judging from the direction and arc, they were made by pressing the fingernails on the palm of your hand.
Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment. He was still wondering why there was such a nail mark on his body when he was clearly not the type to sulk or resort to self-harm to control his temper.
But just as he explored deeper into his memory, it was as if a door that had been closed by external force suddenly opened, and the memories that were blocked inside suddenly burst out.
He remembered.
The reason why he was peculiarly wary of the small wooden building next door was that in the afternoon he met an old woman in the small wooden building who was completely different from the other villagers.
She was disabled in the lower body, but she was truly kind and caring, and told him, "It's good to be alive."
But when he noticed something unusual and wanted to go back to the small wooden building to find the old woman, he found that she seemed to have gone out and was not at home.
What kind of person would say something like "It's good to be alive"?
People who have experienced the struggle between life and death, or people who have already died.
Yan Shixun calmed himself down, changed direction, and walked directly towards the small wooden building of the old lady next door.
He stopped outside the fence and watched for a moment.
There was no light, no human voice.
Apart from the creaking noise, no other sound came from the room.
There was only empty silence.
This time, Yan Shixun did not knock on the gate. Instead, he simply grabbed the fence with his hands and jumped into the yard.
He was like an agile and powerful big cat, a top hunter. When he approached his prey, his paw pads fell to the ground without making any sound.
Yan Shixun gently pushed open the door of the small wooden building and walked into the place where he had been twice but failed.
As soon as he opened the door, he was suddenly confronted by a pair of feet.
Yan Shixun's pupils shrank, and he immediately looked upwards along the pair of feet that were at the same level as his line of sight.
The old woman who had been alive and well when they met in the afternoon was now looking down at him from above.
The rope was tied tightly around her neck, and the knot in the rope prevented her from escaping.
As if due to suffocation, her eyes were wide open, filled with blood, and her entire eyeball was almost out of the socket.
But even so, the old woman's face still retained kindness and peace. She did not stick out her tongue because of being hanged, nor did she turn into a hideous look of death.
It was as if, even before her death, she was too kind to scare others.
Yan Shixun looked up and looked into the eyes of the dead old woman. He couldn't believe that the old woman who had kindly advised him "it's good to be alive" in the afternoon had turned from a vibrant life into a stiff corpse just a few hours later.
Yan Shixun even wondered whether the old woman would have died when he came to the small building for the second time?
After standing silently at the door with his head raised for a while, Yan Shixun retracted his gaze and started walking again.
He walked forward, without any disgust or fear because the old woman was already dead. Instead, he raised his hands, hugged the old woman's legs, and lifted her down from the hanging rope, then gently placed the already stiff body on the sofa.
Yan Shixun pulled over the sofa blanket beside him, took a last look at the old woman's face which remained kind even in death, sighed silently, and then draped the blanket over the old woman.
Even though he was at the old lady's house in the afternoon and did not have that meal, he appreciated the old lady's concern for him.
The exorcist who does not casually create karmic relations with others also has a soft heart and is willing to take the initiative to create karmic relations that he does not have to bear.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and recited the mantra for rebirth in a low and rapid voice.
If you have no sins... then go and reincarnate.
No matter what you have done in your life, the underworld will judge your sins and weigh your merits and demerits.
If you are a pure soul, you will naturally go to your next life.
Yan Shixun stood in front of the sofa for a few seconds. When he raised his eyes again, he had regained his usual calmness and sharpness.
Since the old woman who knew the truth had died, the only things left for him here were the chrysanthemums in the garden and the dry well, which still had some meaning worth exploring.
But just as Yan Shixun was about to take a step forward and leave the small wooden building, his ears suddenly moved and he keenly heard the sound coming from upstairs.
It was like the last gasp of an animal before death, each heavy breath was vaguely filled with blood foam, and all the words were stuck in the throat, unable to come out.
Every inch of progress is a difficult crawl that uses up all one's strength. The sound, so soft that it can hardly attract the attention of others, is all that a life can leave in the world before it dies.
Yan Shixun turned around decisively and went upstairs.
Then he saw that the guide he had wanted to find for the elderly in the village was lying on the wooden stairs of the old woman's house.
The guide's throat was cut by a sharp blade, and a steady stream of blood gushed out from the wound, flowing down the stairs and forming a winding river of blood.
No matter how hard the guide tried to cover the knife wound on his neck with both hands, it was in vain.
He lay upside down on the stairs, his eyes so stiff that he could hardly move, but he caught sight of Yan Shixun at first sight.
The guide opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to Yan Shixun, but when he opened his mouth, only a "ho ho" sound came out. Blood foam filled his mouth, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth and all over his face.
The guide looked at Yan Shixun with helpless despair, no longer with the inexplicable arrogance he had when they met in the villager's house before.
He seemed to be asking Yan Shixun for help, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Yan Shixun didn't even need to think, he immediately rushed to the guide and squatted down. He grabbed the guide's head with his slender arms, and with his other slender fingers together to form a sword, he quickly wiped the guide's wound.
His lips opened and closed, and the bleeding spell was quickly uttered into the air.
"...Drink three times to stop the long-flowing water, and stop the blood in the meridians."
The bleeding from the guide's neck wound stopped immediately.
However, the guide's condition did not improve.
His face turned grayer even faster than before, losing all its color in an instant, with dark circles on his forehead, like a dying man.
The guide had a complete view of Yan Shixun's actions.
He forced the corners of his mouth open and gave a bitter smile. He raised the hand that was originally covering the wound on his neck and grabbed Yan Shixun's sleeve.
"it's useless."
The guide's voice was hoarse and weak, like a candle that would be extinguished by the wind: "He dedicated me to God. I am destined to die tonight, no matter what you do."
He smiled miserably, and his originally honest face revealed desperate powerlessness and insignificance.
"How can humans... fight against gods?"
"It was God who gave me life. Now, God is taking it back. I can't stop him. I can't..."
The guide grabbed Yan Shixun's sleeve tightly, but his pupils were gradually becoming blurred.
Yan Shixun realized that the guide must know some secrets of Changshou Village, so he immediately grabbed the guide and asked hurriedly: "Changshou Village! What's going on in Changshou Village? Is there a ghost here?"
The guide looked up at Yan Shixun with difficulty.
When a man is about to die, his words are good.
The guide originally did not want to tell the people outside the mountain what he knew. He even had a malicious pleasure in watching the stupid people outside the mountain jump into hell one by one, while he looked down from above and watched their struggles before death.
But he never imagined that one day he and those who were sacrificed would end up in the same situation.
The guide thought he was one of the villagers, but he didn't expect that in the eyes of the villagers, he was also an outsider and a life not worth mentioning.
After losing his temper at the old man’s house in the afternoon, the guide left angrily and prepared to stay overnight at another villager’s home.
But the old man found him with a good temper and told him, "Xiao Ju is dead, you go and deal with her body as usual." The old man also apologized to him with a smile and said a lot of nice things.
The guide's self-esteem was greatly satisfied, and he happily agreed. After dark, he came to the old woman's house.
However, he didn't expect that what was waiting for him was a whole wooden building filled with rotting corpses.
The undefeated guide finally succumbed to the zombies, feeling the blood draining from his body bit by bit, along with the warmth of his human body disappearing.
He lay on the stairs in despair, and suddenly felt that what he had been pursuing all along seemed just a joke.
What is the most perfect life, what is a life that will never suffer...ha, haha!
In fact, in the eyes of those people, I am no different from other outsiders.
They were just sacrificial pigs.
It’s a pity...he realized it too late.
It's too late for anything.
Just when the guide thought he was about to die, he didn't expect that Yan Shixun, whom he disliked the most, would appear in his sight, and look like he wanted to save him.
The guide thought it was ridiculous and thought Yan Shixun was hypocritical, but he was still impressed by the warmth of care.
So, he grabbed Yan Shixun's sleeve, and with all his strength, he squeezed out the syllables from the blood foam in his throat: "Leave... Changshou Village."
"River water, upstream, chrysanthemums, offering sacrifice to the gods..."
The guide's voice became softer and softer, and the last syllable became a breathy sound, dissipating into the air as soon as it came out.
The hand that was holding Yan Shixun's sleeve also slipped and fell on the stairs.
A look of surprise flashed across Yan Shixun's face for a moment, and then he fell into deep thought.
The guide's last words before he died were obviously a sincere attempt to remind him of something.
Upstream of the river...
Yan Shixun gently put down the guide's body, casually pulled over the curtain beside him and shook it open neatly. The curtain fluttered in the air and then fell on the guide, wrapping the body.
Gave the guide the last bit of dignity.
Yan Shixun didn't even glance at Xiaolou, and walked out of the building with his long legs.
If what the guide said was true, then he would have to go upstream to see what was there.
If the abnormality in Changshou Village comes from upstream, this trip must be made in order to eradicate it.
Yan Shixun's eyes were gloomy and he had already made a decision in his heart.
He stood at the door of the small building, looking solemnly into the darkness.
But in the yard, the white and yellow chrysanthemums were still stretching their petals in a mysterious way, swaying gently in the wind.
The similar environment aroused Yan Shixun's memories that had been forgotten to a faint level. When he was in the small wooden building, he remembered the strange things that he had tried so hard to remember before, and all the doubts resurfaced from his memory.
Why can we see chrysanthemums everywhere in the village?
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