"Are there other outsiders?" The main purpose of Chen Ge and his team entering the village was to find Fan Yu and Jiang Ling. When they heard the news that there were other outsiders, they perked up.

"Before you came, two children got lost and accidentally entered the village." Ah Qing recalled: "One boy and one girl. The boy was very thin and not tall, and the girl looked only four or five years old. She looked like a porcelain doll, very cute."

"Fan Yu and Jiang Ling!" After hearing A Qing's description, Chen Ge became more certain of his guess.

He grabbed Aqing's shroud and said, "Where are they now? Take me to find them!"

"I'm afraid not." Ah Qing wanted to take Chen Ge's hand away, but after trying a few times, he found that this man who didn't look like he had much muscle was surprisingly strong. "The two children were seen by other villagers as soon as they entered the village. Later, a woman named Zhu showed up and personally arranged a place for them to stay, and took the girl away."

"Jiang Ling was taken away?" Chen Ge was stunned.

"I heard that the woman surnamed Zhu was planning to let the girls participate in the sacrificial activities as well. I thought it was strange at the time. This was the first time in decades that outsiders had come to participate in the sacrifice." A Qing struggled for a long time before finally giving up and letting Chen Ge grab his shoulders, grimacing in pain.

"Could that woman have seen Jiang Ling's background? Is she planning to give Jiang Ling to the female ghost as well?" Chen Ge pondered: "Zhu Xinrou is right beside Jiang Ling, she will definitely not sit idly by and watch Jiang Ling get hurt. There are only two possibilities. Either the woman surnamed Zhu has a way to suppress Zhu Xinrou, or Jiang Ling voluntarily participates in the sacrifice."

Fan Yu left two words on the painting for Chen Ge - go home. There must be a reason why they returned to the Living Coffin Village tonight. Coincidentally, the Ghost Story Association also started to take action on this day and set its target on Jiang Ling.

Everything is intertwined at one point, and the source of the secret lies in the Living Coffin Village.

"In addition to being careful of the natives of the Living Coffin Village, you also have to be careful of the Ghost Story Association."

Chen Ge loosened his hand and gently patted Aqing on the shoulder: "If possible, try to bring that skinny boy out."

"I understand." Ah Qing rubbed his shoulders and said, "When the sacrifice begins, the whole village will be affected. The ghost wall will be automatically broken, and the things that usually sleep in every corner will wake up. You will see the unknown side of this village."

He spoke very quickly, looking outside as he spoke: "There are too many dead people in the village, and the negative energy is too heavy, which has bred all kinds of evil spirits. They will slowly wake up with the sacrifices. You must be careful not to provoke them. If you steal the child, leave immediately."

"You've said so much, where can we steal the child?"

"The sacrificial ceremony will start from the ancestral hall in the center of the village. All the children will be placed in the ancestral hall, and then the team will go to the well where the female ghost committed suicide. What you need to do is to enter the ancestral hall and find a baby with a copper coin hanging around its neck when the sacrificial team leaves, and take it away."

Ah Qing paused for a moment, then hesitantly took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and said, "The village is very complex, and there are evil spirits and monsters hidden at the end of some roads. If you want to get out, follow the route on this piece of cloth."

He handed the cloth covered with various lines to Chen Ge: "Please be sure to take my child with you!"

After giving a few instructions, Aqing left in a hurry. Chen Ge looked at the cloth in his hand, which showed a simple map of the Living Coffin Village. There were more than twenty places in the entire village marked with red crosses.

"He actually trusts us so much that he handed the map to us in advance. Isn't he afraid that we will ignore his children and run away?" Grandpa Bai took the map and studied it for a while. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. He had been to many of the places on the map when he was young, but all during the day.

Chen Ge shook his head: "This person has been planning for a long time, he would not make such a low-level mistake. This is most likely a fake map. The real map is probably on the baby boy."

In just a few words, the street outside had changed.

All the white paper lanterns were extinguished and the village was completely shrouded in darkness. In the dead silence, someone's door was pushed open and a woman's voice was heard in the darkness.

She seemed to be calling out a name, trying to wake something up.

Doors were pushed open, footsteps were heard on the street, and deformed villagers wearing masks walked out of their houses one by one.

They were holding white paper lanterns, and no one spoke. They walked past the door of Chen Ge's old house with their heads lowered, and stopped about ten meters away.

The woman's cries became clearer and clearer, and this strange village took off its disguise.

The night was like mercury pouring down, pressing people to the point of suffocation. Blood spots and stains appeared on the clean walls of the village, and the ground was covered with marks of scratches and slashes by knives and shovels.

What happened in this village was a hundred times more bloody and horrifying than what Aqing described. What he said was probably only the part he knew.

The ghost wall had long been broken down, and a dilapidated ancestral hall appeared at the intersection of the streets. Next to this ancestral hall, stood a big red coffin!

The woman's cries have stopped. The deformed villagers are standing in front of the ancestral hall, like puppets that have lost their souls, with their heads down and lanterns in their hands. No one speaks and the scene is dead silent.

“Crack…”

The door of a two-story wooden building next to the ancestral hall was pushed open. The small building was the tallest building in the entire village and also the best preserved one.

A chill came out of the dark room, and a few minutes later, a woman in a bright red coat came out.

Her face was pale and her lips were purple, like a frozen person.

Scanning her eyes over all the villagers, the woman walked to the ancestral hall, bowed three times to the coffin, and spoke some local dialect.

After she finished her worship, several villagers came out of the crowd carrying bamboo baskets.

The basket was covered with a cloth, and the sound of a baby crying could be heard from underneath the cloth.

The woman walked past them one by one, lifted the cloth covering the bamboo basket, and checked each one.

When passing the fourth bamboo basket, the woman stopped for a long time and said something.

The person carrying the fourth bamboo basket was Aqing wearing a mask. His two arms, one long and one short, were trembling slightly, as if because the woman had said something terrible to him.

After looking at all the children, the woman pulled out a pair of blood-stained scissors from her sleeve.

She stood beside the coffin, asked the first villager to place the bamboo basket in the center of the ancestral hall, and then entered the hall alone with scissors.

The gate was closed, the baby was crying, the tablets in the ancestral hall were making noises, and all the villagers lowered their heads in despair. Only faint laughter could be heard from the red coffin at the door.