The speed at which the villagers absorb the moonlight depends on the past few days. If more people die, they will complete the absorption faster.

This peach forest has no effect on the villagers who have turned into black zombies.

Before today, the villagers were just white zombies, afraid of chickens, dogs and peach wood. After absorbing the moonlight today, they will shed their white hair and grow several inches long black hair, which is harder than white hair.

The chickens and dogs in the village also began to avoid them.

On the sixth day they will transform into flying zombies and will not be able to escape.

When they left the house, they stuffed the peach branches they had picked up during the day into their quilts and used them as cushions, pretending that they were still there to delay time.

This disguise is better than nothing. The villagers can tell something is wrong as soon as they get close, and once they find out they have run away, they will quickly chase after them.

Just then, the camera turned.

The audience in the live broadcast room saw Aunt Wei, whose body was covered with black hair, and her child jumping back and forth as they walked home. Their transformation had been completed.

More and more villagers joined in the journey, staggering along the way.

The black dog and chicken in the yard were so frightened by the sight of the crowd of villagers whose faces they couldn't see clearly that they hid in a corner and trembled.

Not all countries have corresponding cursed objects. Officials of various countries have issued announcements, offering large sums of money to purchase cursed objects that can communicate the ghost stories.

This type of cursed item basically has a limit on the number of times it can be used. According to the reminders these days, many countries' cursed items have run out of uses.

Those psychics who did not receive the official reminder in time were now lying on their cold beds, unable to sleep, waiting for the night to pass with nervous faces, not knowing what they would face next.

The tightly closed door was blown open with a bang.

Several dark shadows pounced on him and he didn't even have time to scream.

Soon, several more live broadcast rooms were closed.

Only half of the live broadcast room was still lit.

When Ajin and his friends walked into the cave, they suddenly heard an extremely angry roar behind them, which shook away the mist covering the village.

This monstrous roar sounded the death knell of the escape.

Ajin yelled, "Run!"

The physical fitness of the Chinese psychics was pretty good. They rushed into the cave. There was no light in the cave, only darkness. They groped their way forward along the stone wall. The further they went to the outside of the cave, the smaller the entrance became, and it became more and more difficult to move.

Everyone clearly heard the sound of pursuit from behind.

Countless dull and rapid footsteps and roars were getting closer and closer. The roars revealed a primitive hunger that no human could produce.

Ajin asked his two companions who were holding the chickens and dogs to walk in front to avoid being caught up from behind, and rushed out of the cave following the light.

Into the peach blossom forest.

The flowering season is over, the peach blossoms are almost withered, and there are only a few left on the trees. Some are still falling from the sky, and a faint burnt smell lingers around the nose. Looking closely, it turns out that what is falling are not peach blossoms, but paper money.

These villagers absorbed the moonlight faster than they remembered.

Ajin's brain was working rapidly. After the Peach Blossom Spring came into reality, would the power harvested be fed back into the strange stories of the weird world itself?

They have become very familiar with this road in the past few days. They move quickly through the peach forest, and the paper money that has fallen on their bodies cannot be shaken off, following them closely.

Audiences learn about science in the live broadcast room.

[Qianmo means "traffic". Qian also means "the path leading to the grave". Mo, "moqian" also means "paper money". ]

[There should be no paper money in the pre-Qin period! This is a tradition that only came into being during the Wei and Jin dynasties...ah! Sure enough, everything is Tao Yuanming's fantasy! ]

[Run! Run ...

Several people came to the shore.

The psychic holding the rooster and the dog got on the boat first. After everyone else got on, Ajin struggled to untie the rope, which was tightly wrapped around the wooden stakes.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded close to my ear.

"Are you leaving?"

He saw the expressions of Fang Hao and the others changed drastically. The pottery bowl on his body felt slightly hot. His back suddenly felt heavy as if something was pressing down on him.

A cold feeling came over his back. Ajin did not look back but calmly reached out to touch his face. There were hard and prickly hairs on his face. His face was sunken where his eyes were, and there was a scar on the thin layer of eyelid under the hairs.

He is the most rebellious little boy.

This ceramic bowl was the child's belonging when he was alive. As long as they are in a ghost story, it can locate him at any time.

It turns out that strange things are not so easy to get.

Ajin no longer hesitated and threw the cable away, "Go!"

The zombies at this stage cannot fly, so the boat cannot catch up with them once it leaves the shore.

The people on the boat gritted their teeth, paddled, and the boat left the shore.

"Yes." said Ajin.

It has come to this point, it is impossible to say it is not the case.

"Why are you leaving?"

The sound behind him was flat, and Ajin clearly felt a sharp object against his neck. It was a bamboo dragonfly with a very sharp bottom.

"What's fake is fake. This is not a refuge. It's just a fantasy that will end in vain. The future that you see with your own eyes is real."

The child's exposed skin was covered with black hair. The face in the water was unclear. His legs were on his shoulders. Ah Jin listened to the last footsteps behind him and gritted his teeth and said, "If I stay here, I will only be eaten by those villagers... Do you want to leave with me?"

Weird, emotionless, but possessive.

This kid is a thorn in the side of Weirdness. Rather than letting something he likes be divided up by others, it’s better to let him go.

Ajin is betting on its heart.

The little ghost sitting on his shoulder heard his words, and the hand that was strangling his neck stopped, thinking about his words.

Ah Jin strikes while the iron is hot: "I don't even know your name yet."

"Little fish."

The villagers behind have caught up.

The crowd was crowded and swaying back and forth, the black hair on their limbs floating in the wind under the moonlight. Ajin was secretly anxious.

"Xiaoyu, come with me."

"…Don't tell anyone else about this."

"Okay." Ajin agreed readily.

The little fish turned its head towards the villagers across the street and roared like the hero in the storybook, "Take this stick from me, Sun!"

He jumped off Ajin and rushed forward to fight with other zombies. He bit the young man's throat and tore off a piece of rotten flesh.

That fierceness temporarily stopped the villagers from approaching.

But the disparity in numbers is so great that it can’t last long.

Many broken images flashed before Ajin's eyes.

The soldier who rushed into the house kicked the old lady away. The child rushed forward to resist, bit the soldier's hand, and was pushed to the ground.

The halberds fell one after another, piercing the flesh and blood.

Blood gushed out, but the child did not cry. He just stared at those people and let out an unwilling roar.

The child was a little rascal who would bring back the stolen and robbed food to the old lady. The friends he knew were either caught and beaten to death on the spot, or died in a corner due to illness and lack of money to treat it. Only he had a strong vitality, like a weed that stubbornly lives on even though it falls with the wind.

He is a rebellious person who never gives in and fights to save his life.

People like them, once they fall, can never get up again.

“Come up!”

The departing ship approached, and the female psychic stretched out her arms.

Ajin pounced on it and grabbed it, then jumped onto the fishing boat. The chickens and dogs, which had been silent all the time, raised their necks and cried out at the same time.

Rule 7.

[Please remember, when the cocks crow and the dogs bark at the same time, it is the day you leave. Do not agree to stay and do not look back.]

The warm light penetrated the clouds and shone together with the moon's glow, tearing apart this false paradise.

A bamboo dragonfly flew across the sky.

A voice sounded above everyone's head.

It's not a global broadcast, it's the monologue of this weird story.

[“The dead are scattered all over the ground, and their bones are gradually aged by the wind.”

People in troubled times are as insignificant as ants and their lives are as worthless as grass.

If it were you, would you choose to be displaced and live a drifting life in the troubled times, or would you choose to repeat the same life year after year in the Peach Blossom Spring? 】

[It will start soon, Sanmao Biebi——]