Chapter 72
Wei He couldn't care less about all these things. He could only check the man's condition first. But when he raised his eyes, his sight fell on the man, and the mist in front of him dissipated, revealing the man's current condition.
A pair of eyes were gouged out, leaving only two bloody holes on the face, and a large hole was also dug out in the chest. The heart had long been hollowed out, and the blood had long been oxidized and turned black in the air. This person had been dead for at least more than a day, and the last time Wei He passed by here was less than half a day!
In other words, this person was already dead in the tent!
So, who opened the tent?!
Thinking of this, Wei He felt a sudden chill on his back, and a biting chill spread up. Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind him!
"Who?! Who is there?"
Wei He turned back in horror and glanced around, but there was no one in sight. The strange voice also disappeared, and the scene before him was still filled with thick fog.
He felt nervous and his breathing became heavy. The sound of his own breathing filled Wei He's ears again. He had only one thought in his mind, to leave here quickly.
After making up his mind, Wei He turned his head back and saw the rotten human face coming straight towards him. The corpse that was originally lying down actually sat up at this moment!
Wei He was less than an inch away from the corpse's face, and his nose was instantly filled with a rotten and foul smell. Nausea and fear reached their peak at the same time.
"vomit."
The strong nausea made him lean to one side, but before he could recover, he caught a glimpse of the corpse's fingers moving quietly. Wei He was so scared that he screamed repeatedly, instinctively shrank back, stumbled to his feet, and quickly fled from here.
A terrifying scream echoed through the mountains and forests, and the thick fog was left behind by him. The black lips of the corpse opened wide, and the lips trembled slightly, making a low, hoarse sound.
Rushing forward, Wei He had only one word in his mind - live.
At the last moment when his energy was exhausted, he miraculously walked out of Yougu Mountain and was fortunately rescued by a passerby and immediately sent to the hospital.
It was the early morning of the third day.
He was in a coma for a whole day in the hospital. When he woke up on the fourth day, two policemen were guarding his bed.
"Hello, we've received a missing persons report from an expedition team. One member hasn't been able to contact the group yet. Is this you?"
Wei He's head was dizzy. The long sleep made him feel a little dizzy. After thinking carefully, he just remembered the captain's instructions before entering the mountain, and then he nodded in agreement.
The two policemen took a brief note.
"Please wait a moment. I want to report a crime."
Seeing the two were about to leave, Wei He suddenly raised his voice and called them to stop.
"I saw a wooden house and a tent on the mountain. There was a dead person in the tent. He must have been an explorer from not long ago. His eyes and heart were gouged out."
Xu Guannan took over the case and led the team to search the mountain, but after wandering on the mountain for two days, they did not find the tent and corpse that Wei He mentioned. There was only an uninhabited wooden house that was already filled with dust.
After searching everywhere without any results, Xu Guannan had no choice but to lead the team to the village at the foot of the mountain to inquire about the situation from the villagers.
The village is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and there is only one road at the entrance of the village connecting to the outer highway. At the entrance of the village stands an old tree with a thick and long trunk. It takes four or five people to circle the roots of the old tree.
Perhaps because it is located in the heart of the valley, sunlight can only shine into a corner of the village when it is slightly slanting in the early morning and setting in the evening. The rest of the time, the village is almost shrouded in mist.
As soon as he entered the village, a unique cool breeze hit him. Wen Yao couldn't help but take a deep breath and feel the unique scenery in front of him.
"This place is very cool, covered with a thin layer of mist. Don't you think it's like a veil brushing against your face, revealing your true face."
Xu Guannan raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and ordered,
"Okay, find out the situation and go back early."
After entering the village and passing the first house, I slowly saw some villagers. They were shrouded in fog and I couldn't tell whether they were people or ghosts.
Wen Yao immediately ran towards the man, waving and shouting,
"Hey, uncle, you..."
The man instantly threw away the things in his hand and ran away, as if a monster was chasing him.
"What's going on? Am I that scary?"
Wen Yao fell into self-doubt.
Xu Guannan walked silently to Wen Yao's side and suddenly said,
"The fog is too thick to see people clearly. Wait until they get closer before greeting them."
Wen Yao shuddered, and a chill ran down his back.
"Boss, why are you walking so quietly?"
As the sun rose, the fog slowly receded, and the view became clear. Everyone went deep into the village and it took a long time to find anyone in the village.
"Hello, sir. We received a missing persons report and came to Yougu Mountain to investigate. Has anyone seen a simple single-person tent on the mountain?"
Wen Yao approached an old man and briefly explained his purpose.
The old man looked at Xu Guannan and his group with an ambiguous look in his eyes. He was silent for a while before speaking.
"Yougu Mountain is a forbidden area. Only mountain keepers and butterfly girls are allowed to go up the mountain. I haven't seen any tents there."
"What's that cabin on the mountain used for?"
"The mountain keeper stays in the mountains for two nights a month. That's his house."
"Have you heard of anyone dying in the mountains recently? And what about the Psylocke girl you just mentioned? What does she do?"
A look of silence flashed across the old man's brows, and his expression was evasive, avoiding Wen Yao's sight. There was a hint of disgust in his tone, as if he had thought of something dirty, and he said perfunctorily,
"I don't know. I've never heard of it. If you want to know what Psylocke does, go to her house and see for yourself."
As he spoke, he looked behind Xu Guannan.
Following the line of sight, there is a house diagonally opposite at the back. There is a doorplate in the style of a Psylocke hanging on the door. In front of the door stand two square stone pillars as tall as a person, engraved with strange inscriptions, which seem to be an ancient language.
Wen Yao looked at the inscription curiously for a long time.
"What's this? I can't understand the inscription at all. Is there such a strange handwriting in the world?"
Xu Guannan ignored him and replied calmly,
“I think only the villagers can understand it.”
"Boss! Look here! There's a line of words written on the back of this stone pillar. It's written by someone: 'Thick fog covers up the crime. It's not heaven but hell.' It's really creepy."
Xu Guannan ignored Wen Yao's words and his eyes fell on the closed door in front of him. The door frame was covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one had lived there for years.
Wen Yao stared at the line of words in a daze, feeling puzzled. The words seemed to be dark black, but vaguely made people feel that it should not be this color. A guess arose in his heart, and he unscrewed the mineral water bottle in his hand and poured water on it.
After being slowly moistened by water, Wen Yao saw with his own eyes that the handwriting slowly dissolved in the water and began to disappear.
Wen Yao's eyes lit up, and he understood instantly. He immediately turned to Xu Guannan and said,
"Boss! This is blood!"
Xu Guannan's hand stopped in mid-air, and he had not yet pushed open the door.
“Bang—”
“Bang—”
“Bang—”
A long and heavy bell rang in everyone's ears. The villagers on the street were terrified and hurriedly ran into their houses, closing the doors tightly. Their panicked words were still floating in the air.
"The sacrifice has begun, and the sacred pig will lead the way."
Outside the house, Xu Guannan and his group of outsiders were the only ones left.
Wen Yao was a little flustered for a moment, not knowing what was going on. He was uneasy and stared at the direction where the bell sound came from. His feet moved closer to Xu Guannan involuntarily, and his throat moved slightly.
"Boss... Boss, what's going on?"
"Everyone, don't panic. Stay together and don't act on your own."
The sound of bells rang in my ears, getting closer and closer. The sound of the tripod shook my heartstrings, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in my heart.
Just as the bell sound came from, a thick fog swept in and instantly enveloped the entire village. Xu Guannan and others did not dare to act rashly. They were in a state of confusion and waited for the next scene.
Thick fog covered Xu Guannan and others layer by layer. The sound of the bell kept getting closer along the village road and finally appeared in front of everyone.
A team of people in white clothes marched in the center with two wide wooden carts, about 5 meters long and 4 meters wide. A large clock was erected on the first cart. An elderly man with white hair and beard stood in front of the clock. He was in a relatively strong figure, holding a long stick and ringing the bell rhythmically.
On the second wooden cart, there was a huge round object, which looked like a flat and large domestic pig. The pig's head was intact, the pig's skin was completely peeled off, the bones were completely removed, and the skin on the limbs and abdomen was bulging. If you look closely, you can see the swollen red blood vessels on the belly. The whole body of the pig was covered with strange marks and incomprehensible characters painted with ink, and even the sound of the bell revealed a strange charm.
On the side of the pig's belly facing Xu Guannan and others, a long and narrow suture was exposed. The suture threads were rattan sticks as thick as a thumb. The wound was flat and the sutures were dense, which showed the proficiency of the person who did the work.
When the wooden cart passed by, Xu Guannan saw clearly the woman sitting in front of the pig's body. The familiar face and figure flashed before his eyes. Xu Guannan's eyes widened instantly, and he stared at the person on the cart with a frown.
Even through the fog, Xu Guannan could still recognize Lin Sheng's figure at a glance, and her face was also painted with the same strange characters and pictures. Suddenly, the woman slowly turned her head and their eyes met.
But at this moment, Wen Yao suddenly grabbed Xu Guannan's hand and looked at him with horror. After the team passed and the thick fog gradually dissipated, he slowly spoke,
"I saw that the pig-headed man on the carriage had its eyes still moving. His body was ripped of tendons and bones, yet he was still alive."
Xu Guannan seemed not to hear and asked on his own.
"Did you see that just now? The woman sitting in the front of the car is Lin Sheng."
Wen Yao suddenly stopped talking and turned back to look at the team, but unfortunately they had already disappeared in the thick fog and were no longer visible.
"Where is it? Where is it? This shouldn't happen. Why would Sister Lin come to this damn place? Boss, are you seeing things? I feel like everything here is wrong."
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