Mu Sicheng shouted in the darkness with a trembling voice: "Bai Liu?"

Then, he heard four or five different voices answering him.

"Um."

"Um."

"What?"

"I'm here."

"Bai Liu"'s emotionless voice echoed in the tomb, and Mu Sicheng's hair stood on end. He took a step back, raised the camera to the front, and turned on the night vision mode.

On the green screen, Mu Sicheng saw a scene that made his hair stand on end.

In the narrow tomb passage, four or five twisting and deforming ghosts approached Bai Liu who was standing in the middle to observe. They stared at Bai Liu with their blood-red eyes and used their slit-like noses to sniff the scent on Bai Liu.

Their limbs and bodies look like white plasticine being molded. Their heads stick out from under their armpits and their legs fold behind their heads, assuming all sorts of twisted and soft poses. But judging by the raised skin supported by their bones, they do have bones.

Judging from the postures they were posing in... Mu Sicheng couldn't imagine how a creature with bones could pose in such a posture.

Then slowly, slowly, these minions became exactly like Bai Liu.

They stood in a row on tiptoe with their heads lowered beside Bai Liu. If he didn't look at their eyes, Mu Sicheng could hardly tell who was the real Bai Liu.

The five minions suddenly raised their heads and stared at him with their heads tilted. A black eyeball slowly fell from their pure white eyes. They smiled at Mu Sicheng who was standing opposite them, then turned their heads abruptly and moved closer.

Mu Sicheng was so scared that he almost dropped his camera.

The moment those minions approached, Mu Sicheng subconsciously turned the camera to focus on his surroundings, but when he saw what was on the camera screen clearly the next second, he was so scared that he screamed.

There were also several transforming ghosts around Mu Sicheng.

These minions seemed to be preparing to transform into Mu Sicheng's appearance, so now these minions were showing a "Mu Sicheng" face with distorted features, laughing at him with their teeth chattering.

In the chaos, a slender hand stretched out from the ghost's pale body, with a match gently held in its fingers.

A calm voice came from far away: "On the road to the underworld, follow the ghosts. When you cross the ghost bridge, hold your breath and wait for me to find you."

This is Bai Liu's voice!

wipe--!

The match was lit, and the candlestick in front of Mu Sicheng, who was curled up into a ball, was lit.

The moment the fire lit up, all the ghosts and monsters around Mu Sicheng disappeared, leaving only Bai Liu holding a match to light the candlestick for him and looking at him quietly.

Mu Sicheng raised the candlestick and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly remembered the words he had just heard in the darkness: "Wait for me to find you."

He subconsciously raised the candle to shine a light on the white willow in front of him.

The green firelight was reflected on Bai Liu's indifferent face, and there was no shadow on the ground or the walls.

Mu Sicheng's back slowly tensed up. He lifted the candlestick and moved it in front of him, trying to keep his voice steady: "Where are we going now?"

"Bai Liu" walked forward and looked back at Mu Sicheng. The smile on his face looked like it was painted on, with a strange paper texture.

"Go to the cemetery, find a coffin, and carry it to the human world."

the other end.

Bai Liu was holding a candlestick, and there was no one around him.

Just when entering the tomb, Bai Liu stepped on a revolving trap door on the ground, and stood on it to keep his balance, waiting until the minions appeared and chaos occurred. Bai Liu moved his foot and stepped on one side of the trap door, then he slid directly through the revolving door, through a passage, and fell to the next level.

Before the minions could react, Bai Liu disappeared.

Bai Liu stood up, brushed the dust off his trouser legs, and looked up at the place where he fell.

This is a square tomb chamber, not very big. Bai Liu estimated that the length, width and height are about three meters x three meters x two meters. The walls are covered with thick dust.

However, these were not what Bai Liu was concerned about. He looked around and finally set his eyes on the hinged door where he fell - this was the only exit of this square tomb.

This is a sealed tomb.

And that’s not all.

Bai Liu lowered the candlestick, and the light from the candlestick flickered, as if it would go out at any time, but the faint light was enough for Bai Liu to see clearly what was placed on the floor of the tomb.

The floor of the tomb was filled with many wine jars neatly and densely stacked. The jars were sealed with square pieces of red paper and had red strings around their necks. On the red paper, the word "甸" was written with a black brush, and two old copper bells were hung at the end of the red strings.

Red string, bells, and red paper, it was obvious that this was the same outer packaging as the coffin that Bai Liu had used to keep vigil before.

It is estimated that there is nothing in the wine jar that Bai Liu would like to see now.

In such a small tomb, Bai Liu roughly counted and found that there were about a hundred such wine jars, occupying most of the space in the tomb. It can be said that only the place where Bai Liu had just fallen was empty, and the rest of the ground was filled with wine jars.

Bai Liu estimated that he could reach the hinged door by standing on the wine jar, but the wine jar was only covered with a thin layer of paper, which Bai Liu estimated would break if he stood on it, and the opening of the jar would be opened. Before he knew what was in the jar, Bai Liu was not prepared to act so rashly.

In addition, the hinged door was shaking, so even if Bai Liu stepped on the platform and reached the door, he couldn't get out.

The situation seemed to be at a stalemate for a moment, but Bai Liu was not panicking. He vaguely felt that everything here should have a solution.

Bai Liu held up the candlestick and shone it around him. This time he looked more carefully.

There seemed to be something painted on the earth and rock wall. Bai Liu held up the candlestick and moved closer to have a look. He kept his body balanced so as not to touch the wine jars placed close to the wall. He wrapped his hands with his clothes and wiped off the dust and mud on the wall.

The dust on the wall fell off, revealing a mural with faded painted patterns that looked extremely old. Many parts were so blurry that it was impossible to make out what was painted on them. However, with the inscription next to the mural, one could roughly understand the meaning of the mural.

The wall paintings in the tomb chamber are generally used to record some important events in the tomb owner's life. Judging from the murals, the tomb that Bai Liu entered should be the collective cemetery of Yinshan Village, commonly known as the ancestral tomb. It was not built for a certain person, but for a clan.

There are many little red figures on the mural. They are neatly dressed, building tombs, worshipping the Three Pure Ones, and praying for good weather and a good harvest.

Judging from the painting, Yinshan Village at that time did not have those strange joint burial customs. Most villagers died of natural causes and were then placed in coffins in the ancestral tomb.

Bai Liu paid attention to the age of the inscription at that time - about two hundred years ago.

That is to say, two hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was just an ordinary village. No villagers drowned, and there was no custom of putting unmarried women in wedding sedans and burying them together with the drowned people.

Bai Liu turned around, holding up a red candle and looked at the second wall.

The little figures on the wall were divided into men, women, old and young, standing at the entrance of the village with sad faces. The strong men were picked out and seemed to be dragged away by something dark. The place these men were about to go to was painted with mountains of swords and seas of fire, knives and steel guns, just like the eighteen levels of hell.

The men were pulled over by the dark, ghost-like creature. They struggled not to leave and wanted to stay in Yinshan Village, but in the end they were still pulled into hell.

They fell into a sea of ​​fire and swords, and were torn into pieces by knives and steel guns. The men screamed miserably. Even though it was just a simple and faded mural, Bai Liu could see the pain and misery of these men.

Next to the mural of a man falling into hell is the inscription: "You will never die a good death, and will never be reborn!"

Only women, old people and children were left in Yinshan Village. They stood at the entrance of the village, dressed in mourning, looking from afar at the men who had fallen into hell, covering their faces and crying.

Bai Liu turned and looked at the third wall. The fire in the candlestick became dimmer and emitted a bluish-white light. The wine altars around Bai Liu also turned silently as he turned to look at the next painting.

But Bai Liu didn't seem to notice this and continued watching unmoved.

On the third wall, a Taoist with long eyebrows appeared in the mural.

The Taoist had long black eyebrows, snow-white beard, and a golden crown on his head. He had an ethereal aura, and looked quite like an immortal. He sat on the clouds, holding up a floating dust cloud, and looked down at the world with a worried look on his face. On the ground were the people of Yinshan Village, dressed in mourning, paying homage to the Taoist.

The villagers of Yinshan Village begged and prayed sincerely, and it seemed that they finally moved the Taoist in heaven.

The Taoist priest held up the floating dust and descended to the mortal world step by step up the cloud ladder. He landed at the gate of Yinshan Village. People knelt on the ground at the entrance of the village, holding up the fattest three kinds of livestock and rice and wine to offer to the Taoist priest who had descended to the mortal world.

The Taoist accepted it.

Bai Liu turned to the mural on the fourth wall. The altar under his feet was getting closer and closer to him, from being some distance away to being right next to Bai Liu's legs, as if it was intentionally trapping him.

The Taoist priest on the fourth mural suddenly changed from an ethereal appearance to a green-faced, fang-like person with frowning eyebrows and raised eyes, sharp black nails, and all kinds of yellow talismans stuck all over his body. He looked exactly like a suppressed demon.

The Taoist held up the dustpan and beat the people of Yinshan Village like a whip.

He forced the people of Yinshan Village to jump into the water and drown, turning them into water ghosts. He put unmarried girls into wedding sedans and buried them alive in a cemetery, where they were suffocated to death.

The Taoist seemed to be planning some grand ceremony. He dug the girl who had been suffocated to death out of her grave, dressed her in formal wedding clothes, put her in a coffin, and buried her in the ancestral tomb.

He pulled the body of the drowned man out of the pond, and the Taoist stuffed the swollen body into a shroud, covered it with a straw mat, and buried it by the roadside.

Innocent passers-by were constantly dragged into the pond and drowned by the water ghost corpses buried on the roadside, becoming substitutes and ghosts for the Taoist to control.

When the bodies of the drowned people had filled the pond and no new passers-by could drown in the pond, the Taoist finally appeared again.

His face became increasingly darker and drier, his eyes were like those of a deer, his ears were pointed, his eyes were sunken, his genitals were purple, his fingers were like steel, and he walked and sniffed at the same time. He did not look like a living person at all, but rather like a zombie.

The Taoist zombie dug out the corpses from the pond and threw them to the back mountain. He also dug out the corpses of the Yinshan villagers that had been buried on the roadside. At this time, the corpses were almost decayed, with only some rotten meat and bones left. The Taoist collected these dry bones in a wine altar, sealed them with red paper, red string and bells, and placed them in a side tomb chamber of the ancestral tomb.

The Taoist seemed to be using the tomb and these corpses to set up a formation.

Some of the murals in the middle have become blurred, leaving only the last one, which shows the closing of the ancestral tomb.

The Taoist was lying in the main tomb with talismans all over his body, surrounded by a dozen bride coffins serving him. The rest of the side tombs were filled with various ghosts and wine altars.

The burial objects in a normal tomb are gold, silver and jewelry. This Taoist occupied someone else's ancestral tomb and used extremely overbearing things like the Red and White Evil Spirits as burial objects.

Using the bodies of people's ancestors who were tortured to death as burial objects and building a temple underneath their ancestral home, such a heavy negative energy is enough to affect the descendants living above.

This Taoist wanted to transform all the people in Yinshan Village into red and white evil spirits from generation to generation, and continue to serve as his burial objects.

No wonder the later villagers of Yinshan Village died a miserable death. This Taoist priest had performed such a magic to trap the people of Yinshan Village a hundred years ago. How could the people here have a good end?

The magic tricks used by this Taoist were extremely sinister and extremely detrimental to one's virtue in Taoism. This magic trick lasted for more than a hundred years, and it did not stop until the last few villagers who remained in Yinshan Village were forced to drown by this magic trick. He even summoned back Bai Liu and other the only remaining descendants of Yinshan Village to continue to torture them to death.

Bai Liu's gaze stopped on the face of the Taoist lying in the main tomb chamber on the mural.

If they were not dead, the Taoist would have been dissatisfied and would have woken up.

Over a hundred years, countless people have died in vain and their resentful spirits have created zombies. What will happen when they wake up?

The author has something to say:

[Eyes like deer, pointed ears, sunken eyes, purple pubic region, fingers like steel, sniffing as it walks] This description of the zombie is from the Maoshan Secret Book of Curing Evil, but some of it is made up by me, so don't take it seriously.