Mu Sicheng touched his chin and was about to continue asking for details when he was startled by the sound of a bench moving in front of him.

The two old men sitting in the front stood up stiffly and pressed the frequency button to turn off the TV, but this old TV with poor contact seemed difficult to turn off. The old man kept pressing the button with his head down. The picture on the TV became distorted and layered, and the voices in it became harsh and high-pitched.

Mu Sicheng was about to ask what was going on when Bai Liu patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to look under the cabinet.

The TV plug just lay there, unplugged.

Unplugged TV, artificially dubbed voices...

Mu Sicheng slowly turned his head to look at Bai Liu, sweat dripping from his forehead. He spoke word by word with his lips: "So this is not a TV scene at all..."

"It's a real picture." Bai Liu said calmly.

The changing images on the TV suddenly changed and froze.

On the black and white screen appeared Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, who were huddled in a corner.

They had no idea when a group of women, wearing shrouds and holding shrouds, with their heads bowed, had gathered around them. Facing them were two open coffins.

A pair of blue-black crossed hands slowly stretched out from behind the narrow TV. Heads with black cracks all over their faces popped out from around the TV. Their facial features were stretched into strange shapes, and they stared at Bai Liu and the others with squinted eyes.

The old man with his back to them turned his head 180 degrees, his kind face now showed a look of hatred and resentment, his teeth were clenched, and he spoke in a voice that sounded like a dubbing from a TV:

"You descendants have finally returned. Drag them to the mass grave and bury them in peace!"

Bai Liu pulled up the still confused Mu Sicheng without hesitation, jumped over the two coffins blocking him, got up and ran.

The ghost behind them was emitting black air, and it looked like a spider with limbs and articulations sticking out from its neck and abdomen. It crawled towards the wall in all directions, chasing Bai Liu and the others with a ferocious look on its face. The two old men turned their heads to their backs, laughed at themselves, and waved their arms and legs back and forth, walking backwards to chase Bai Liu.

Although the two old men were walking backwards, they were very fast. They were about to touch the corner of Mu Sicheng's clothes in a few blinks of an eye. A look of joy appeared on their pale and old faces, their fangs were bared, and their saliva was dripping.

"Damn!" Mu Sicheng came to his senses, took the initiative and pulled Bai Liu's arm, running wildly all the way.

Mu Sicheng rushed out of the house, with those things chasing him closely. The dark Yinshan Village was filled with fog. Mu Sicheng originally wanted to go directly towards the temple, because this place must be the safest.

As a result, when they were about to run to the temple, Mu Sicheng looked carefully and found that the lights at the temple's door were flickering. Under the alternating light, he could vaguely see five figures standing next to a pile of wreaths placed on the ground at the temple's door, waving slowly at them, as if calling them to come over.

Mu Sicheng walked a little closer and saw that they were five old men wearing shrouds with dark purple faces. They had kind but creepy smiles on their faces and waved their black fingernails, which were more than an inch long.

There were seven coffins neatly opened in the temple.

"There are five here and two in the house, which makes a total of seven." Bai Liu made a quick judgment. "The Yin energy is too strong at this point. These seven old men have all escaped from their coffins. They can't go back to the temple."

Mu Sicheng asked anxiously while running: "Then where are we going?!"

Bai Liu made a quick decision: "It's not safe anywhere at this time. Let's go to the mass grave at Qiaotou."

"Ah?!" Mu Sicheng was stunned, "Why are we going there?"

"To dig a grave." Bai Liubolan answered calmly.

Mu Sicheng asked in horror: "Digging a grave?! Why?!"

"The almanac records all the weddings and funerals in the village. During funerals, the almanac will be written for the body and buried together with the almanac of the village on that day." Bai Liu explained quickly as he ran. "The tomb here was built later. The bodies buried here are those that meet certain conditions. Most people in Yinshan Village are not buried in this tomb."

Mu Sicheng responded, "You mean what happened when those men died more than a hundred years ago? Was it all written down in the almanac by this almanac master and buried with their coffins on the mountain?"

"That's right." Bai Liu nodded, "And not only that, do you remember the time in the tomb when we encountered the Paper Taoist chasing away zombies across the ghost bridge? I think those zombies are the men who died outside and were buried on the top of the mountain."

"Yes, those zombies were torn into pieces and then sewn together, just like in the TV show. They were the husbands who died on the bridge..." Mu Sicheng suddenly realized, "Yes!"

Bai Liu ran towards the entrance of the village, his breathing was uneven, but his speech was very fast: "The Paper Taoist is the incarnation of the Zombie Taoist. On the one hand, he drove these zombie men from the top of the mountain across the bridge and into the village. On the other hand, he controlled the ghosts to move the coffins of the brides out of the tombs and moved them to the village. Finally, he sucked the life force of the last seven descendants of the village."

"When the number of evil things gathers on the seventh day, the concentrated evil energy, coupled with the evil corpse-refining technique that has lasted for a hundred years, will be enough to make this zombie Taoist appear in the world and start a killing spree."

Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village and finally stopped.

The ghost behind him roared in fear from a distance, as if it was afraid of something here and did not dare to approach easily. And next to the archway at the entrance of the village in front of Bai Liu, there stood a tall Taoist zombie with his hands raised, his face and body covered with yellow talismans, but the patterns did not move.

Bai Liu looked at the zombie quietly for a while, then suddenly walked forward and tore off the two Yin Corpse Talismans on the zombie's face.

After removing the two symbols on the zombie's face, its face was roughly exposed.

Unlike its tall appearance, the zombie had its eyes closed, the area around its eyes was dark, its eyebrows were delicate and handsome, and its skin was deathly pale.

Mu Sicheng took another breath of cold air when he saw it. His eyes repeatedly moved between Bai Liu's face and the zombie, and finally his eyes became almost mosquito-repellent: "...Bai Liu, this zombie looks just like you!"

Yes, except for the height, this zombie looks almost exactly like Bai Liu, who has been working overtime for a week and looks lifeless.

Bai Liu was very calm: "I use evil magic, and this zombie Taoist is also good at it. I should be his descendant. It's normal for me to look like me."

"You already knew that this zombie looked like you, so when you released it, you used so many Yin Corpse Talismans to cover its face so that Kong Xuyang and the others wouldn't find it." Mu Sicheng suddenly realized something, "This zombie didn't chase you because you're his descendant, right?"

Bai Liu said calmly: "I think so."

"...Strange..." Mu Sicheng touched his chin, "Didn't you say that Kong Xuyang and the others played the game once? They are so afraid of this zombie, so they must have seen it before, right? Seeing that the face of this zombie looks the same as that of a player around them, didn't they discover the setting of role-playing descendants?"

"I've thought about this question as well." Bai Liu seemed to be thinking about it. "But judging from their final reactions, I think Kong Xuyang was very afraid of close contact with the zombie and avoided it. As soon as the zombie approached him, he shrank his head and crawled on the ground. I feel like he has never faced this zombie directly before."

"Yang Zhi kept turning his head to look at the zombie. I think he must have seen the zombie's face before."

"Now that you mention it, I also find it a bit strange. Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang should have played this game once, but Yang Zhi seems to be completely ignorant of many things. Just like us, he has been asking Kong Xuyang in the temple, but he knows some things more clearly..." Mu Sicheng frowned and thought deeply, "For example, Yang Zhi has obviously faced this zombie before, but he doesn't seem to know that it was set up by later generations. It is obvious that he can guess it just by looking at the zombie's face."

"Why can't Yang Zhi remember it? This game is so scary."

Bai Liu suddenly changed the subject: "Under what circumstances do you think people would forget a scene that had a strong impact on them?"

Mu Sicheng thought for a moment: "Meeting someone with a greater impact? Too forgetful? Losing memory?"

"Tsk." Mu Sicheng shook his head and frowned. "These reasons are a bit far-fetched. Besides, Yang Zhi doesn't look like he has lost his memory. It's us who have lost our memory. How come he doesn't remember this scene? It's really strange."

Bai Liu slowly turned his head to look at Mu Sicheng and smiled: "You reminded me."

Mu Sicheng's scalp tingled at Bai Liu's laughter: "What did I remind you of?"

"In addition to amnesia, a person may also confuse and forget the strong impact scenes he encountered." Bai Liu looked at the zombie's face that looked like his own, "That's confusion."

Mu Sicheng was confused: "He got it mixed up? That's impossible, right? It wasn't something that happened decades ago, how could he get it mixed up?"

"If this happened decades ago to Yang Zhi," Bai Liu said with a smile, "Don't you think that we lost our memories as soon as we entered here? In a competitive game, isn't this a bit unfair to us two contestants?"

Mu Sicheng hesitated: "What do you mean?"

"I was thinking." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "This is a game with strange settings such as ghosts and gods. Does Yang Zhi, as a player, have his own abilities, such as a talisman that devours memories?"

"And the decades of memory that consumed our two people caused his own memory to become blurry, making his own memory confused and unable to remember many things he experienced in the last game."

"Including this zombie's face."

Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu's inference was ridiculous and was about to open his mouth to refute it, but when Mu Sicheng thought about it carefully, he found that all the contradictory points of Yang Zhi's statement matched up, so he had to swallow his rebuttal.

It is really disgusting and nauseating to have your memories swallowed by someone else, just like the diary you hid without your parents' knowledge was made into a PPT and played on a loop in front of a stranger who has ill intentions towards you.

Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms and asked, "What if Yang Zhi really swallowed our memories? He won't find something in our memories to use against us, right?"

"Deal with us?" Bai Liu smiled nonchalantly, "Is your memory such a harmless thing?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned: "No, it would be bad if a rubbish like Yang Zhi read my memory!"

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze from Mu Sicheng, looked at the endless darkness outside Yinshan Village, and said calmly: "Some people's memories may be like cotton candy. Nothing serious will happen if you swallow it, and it will taste sweet again. Some people's memories may be like diaries. If you swallow them, you will get a handle to kidnap someone."

"I think that if I had developed this kind of personality, my memory would not be a pleasant one."

Bai Liu smiled and turned back, "Swallowing it would probably be as painful as swallowing a razor blade."