Chapter 1385 The dead are alive

This small village is not big. It is located in a vacant lot in the middle of the old forest. There are about a dozen houses. And around it, there are several half-built wooden houses without beams. Obviously, this small village is still under construction.

But there is one thing that is very strange. It is early morning, but the whole village is still quiet and quiet, as if no one lives there. There is no breath of life in the whole village. The chimneys of all the houses are not only without cooking smoke, but also very new. Obviously, people living in this small village The people in it may have never lived or cooked.

At this time, Ma Zizai sniffed and said in confusion: "Strange, according to the information you got, the people in this small village are most likely controlled by Wong Tai Sin, but I didn't sense any breath of Wong Tai Sin. Could it be that the corpse and evil spirits are too strong, blinding my five senses?"

Hearing this, Mu Yunxi on the side sneered and said: "There are so many strange things in this world. Could it be that just because you are a disciple of a spirit medium, all strange things are related to monsters?"

"Uh, haha, the heroine is right. I am biased." Ma Zizai was not annoyed by Mu Yunxi's scolding. He just laughed dryly and looked at me and asked, "Brother Zhang, how about we go into the village and take a look?"

I shook my head and said, "Wait a minute."

This village is so weird. From the information given by those mountain spirits and the brand new houses in front of me, it can be inferred that the village was built recently, and it must be no more than half a year.

And in these six months, the people here have never lived and cooked.

Obviously, the people living here are not real "people", but if they are not people, and those mountain spirits and monsters say they are not ghosts or zombies, then what could they be ?

Just as I was squinting my eyes and daydreaming about the silent little mountain village in front of me, I suddenly heard a "creak" and the wooden door of a house was pushed open. Then, a man in ancient green robes walked out of the house.

"He's still wearing ancient clothes," I frowned slightly, and Ma Zizai beside me also had a look of suspicion.

This man had a dull look and his movements were a little stiff. After walking out of the house, he went straight to a well, tied a wooden barrel with a rope, and then threw the barrel directly into the well.

The barrel was very big and could hold at least a hundred pounds of water. Normally speaking, it would be difficult for an adult man to lift the barrel with just a rope. It was difficult to pull up such a heavy bucket of water because the rope was slippery and the wellhead was bare with no leverage.

Even if it could be pulled up, it would definitely show a bit of effort.

However, this man with a somewhat dull look did not show any feeling of effort when he was pulling up the wooden barrel. His expression did not change at all, as if he was frozen for thousands of years, and he continued to pull up with a dull look.

"Why does this expression seem to be out of touch with his movements? It's like, it's like..." Ma Zizai scratched his

head as he spoke, and Mu Yunxi beside him said, "It's like this face and his body don't belong to the same person at all." "Yes, yes, yes!" Ma Zizai slapped his thigh, and my expression darkened. I frowned and looked at him. He said, "Hey, sorry, I got a little excited."

Fortunately, the dull man didn't notice anything unusual here. He lifted the bucket and poured it into a large wooden tub with a "bang".

"Are you going to take a bath?" Ma Zizai was suspicious, but the next second, he saw the man pick up a shovel, shoveled some soil nearby, and then shoveled the soil directly into the large wooden tub and mixed it with the water.

"They are playing with mud," Ma Zi said with an incredible look on his face: "In the middle of the day, they come out to play with mud without eating. These people don't need to eat. And what about the rest of the people in the village?"

As if responding to him, they heard a continuous "creaking" sound, and the rest of the houses were pushed open. Then, one by one, people with dull expressions came out of the houses.

These people were old and young, and they all had tools in their hands. Some held hammers, some held axes, and some held chisels and saws. After coming out at this moment, these people seemed to have already divided the work. Without any communication at all, they could perfectly cooperate together and started to build the houses that had not been built yet.

"How did they manage to work together perfectly without talking?" Ma Zizai was stunned, scratching his head and looking confused.

Not to mention him, I was also a little confused.

At this moment, some of these people were mixing mud, some were using axes to build chopped wood, and some were carrying wood to the construction site. The whole process was noisy and quiet.

The reason why it was noisy and quiet was that Because the noises made while working were very mixed, chaotic, and noisy, but the people working did not say a word. From beginning to end, none of them said a word, and they did not even make eye contact.

Weird!

This scene was really too weird. Even though I was used to seeing weird things in the past year, I felt a little cold in my heart at this moment. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Have you figured out what's going on?" I looked at Mu Yunxi and asked in a low voice.

Mu Yunxi shook his head and said, "I don't understand, and I don't want to understand. Instead of just watching here, I might as well just go in and kill them all. Anyway, they are not human beings."

I shook my head helplessly, and then looked at the life lamp in Wang Wanzhi's arms.

I saw that the flame in the life lamp was not jumping as violently as before, and the flame was no longer tilted, but I could see that the flame was still twisting, which was obviously different from the normal state.

"What's going on?" I asked Wang Wanzhi. Upon hearing this, Wang Wanzhi said, "Brother Qianyu, you guessed right before. My brother is in this village."

While Wang Wanzhi was speaking, she glanced at the village casually. But the next second, Wang Wanzhi covered her mouth and screamed. Then she raised her hand tremblingly and pointed at a man in the village. Her eyes were wide open, full of fear and shock.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"That person, that person..." Perhaps because she was too scared, Wang Wanzhi's voice trembled violently when she spoke. After a long time, she finally said a complete sentence.

"That person, is, is Wang Ping!"

Wang Wanzhi's words made me stunned: "Which one of you Wang family members is Wang Ping? Point it out to me, I..."

I haven't finished my words yet, and I was shocked.

Then, I looked at Wang Wanzhi with wide eyes and asked: "You are talking about... the dead one, the one whose face was peeled off... Wang Ping"