Chapter 784: The Secret of Immortality

"This is actually... a living being?"

I squatted on the wall of the courtyard, eyes wide open, a look of astonishment.

I thought that all the people in this village had died, but I never expected that a living person who was still breathing would appear from nowhere. This was indeed something I never expected.

"Fuck, who are you, and what are you doing squatting on the wall?" The man was also scared enough, his calves were trembling, and at this moment, he was holding a wooden sword, trembling and pointing at me.

"Speak, are you a human or a ghost?" Seeing that I didn't say anything, the panic on his face became more intense. While asking tremblingly, he quietly retreated, obviously trying to run.

I don't know why, after seeing this scene, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

Moreover, I actually saw some of the shadows of Hu Zi and I in the village in him.

"I guess Hu Zi and I were not much better than him in the past. We were scared to death at the slightest disturbance."

I shook my head, made a gesture to him to keep quiet, and then jumped down from the courtyard wall.

"You, are you a human?" The man saw me jump down and immediately took two steps back, but maybe he retreated too fast, and his feet were stumbling and he fell to the ground.

"Ouch, my butt!" He muttered and cursed, then sat up with his butt covered, looked at me and said: "Don't you know that scaring people to death? What are you doing squatting on the wall at night?"

I laughed after hearing his words, but just as I was about to speak, I suddenly heard footsteps from the darkness. I and the people in front of me were all startled, and then we all rushed to the wall and climbed up one after another.

"Hey, give me a hand." The wall was at least three meters high, which was nothing for me, but not for him. At this time, he was holding the edge of the wall with both hands and trying hard to climb up, but maybe he was too thin, and although his arms were tied straight, he had no strength at all.

I shook my head helplessly, then reached out and pulled him up.

"Oh my god, I'm so tired." He sat next to me, wiped the sweat off his face, and muttered breathlessly. Then he turned to look at me, looked me up and down, and suddenly asked, "Where did you come from? You're not from our village, are you?"

"Hush." ​​I waved my hand, motioning him not to speak. He rolled his eyes, but squatted on the wall obediently without saying anything.

After about a few seconds, I saw a woman slowly walking out of the darkness.

This woman should be around 40 years old. Like the old man before, she also had a yellow-orange oily sheen on her body, and her movements when she walked were very unnatural, as if she was a puppet, and her eyes were also dull.

I saw her walk to the wooden door, raised her hand and knocked on the door, then stood quietly in front of the door waiting without saying a word.

"Another clumsy one." The person next to me muttered in a low voice, with an expression of habit on his face.

"Clumsy? What do you mean?" I couldn't help asking, but he didn't say anything, just pointed his chin at the darkness not far away.

I looked in the direction he pointed, and then I saw six or seven people staggering out of the darkness.

These people looked much more dull than the old man and the girl before, but they were also surprisingly quiet. When they came to the wooden door, they lined up unconsciously, as if they were waiting for something.

"What are all these people doing here?" I thought to myself that it was strange.

A group of people who came back to life from the dead, in the middle of the night, all ran to the Xu family's house. Who exactly is this Mr. Xu, and what does the reason for these people's behavior have to do with Mr. Xu?

I turned my head and glanced at the person next to me, and saw that he had taken out a piece of oil cake from somewhere and was sitting on the wall chewing it. When he saw me looking at him, he subconsciously put the oil cake in his arms, as if I was going to steal his oil cake.

"Are you from this village?" I asked in a low voice.

He nodded when he heard it, and then while chewing the oil cake in his mouth, he said vaguely: "What about you? Where are you from? Are you also here for Mr. Xu's immortal method?"

"Immortality?" I was stunned when I heard it: "What do you mean?"

"You don't know?" He looked at me strangely, and when he saw that I didn't look hypocritical, he said, "Many outsiders have come to our village, saying that they were donkey friends and came to travel, but who would believe it? Who would have nothing better to do and come to this deep mountain forest to travel? They all came for Master Xu's method of immortality. But..."

He snorted complacently, and then continued, "Most of these people never came back. They either disappeared mysteriously or were scared crazy. Anyway, no one could escape from our village unscathed. You see, you are quite good-looking, so I advise you not to repeat the mistakes of the previous groups of people."

I touched my chin when I heard it, and thought to myself that Master Xu of the Xu family was not as simple as I thought.

However, I have often heard of the method of longevity, but no one has been able to do it.

But this is the first time I have heard of the method of immortality.

"Could it be that these people were resurrected by Master Xu using the method of immortality?" I murmured in a low voice while looking at the people queuing at my feet.

At this moment, the whole village was pitch black. I didn't know whether it was cloudy or what, but the crescent moon that was just hanging high in the night sky had quietly disappeared. For a moment, the whole village was so dark that you could hardly see your hand in front of you.

However, in this thick darkness, people with dull expressions would walk out of the darkness from time to time, and then line up consciously, waiting in front of the Xu family's mansion. In

just ten minutes, the line was very long. I roughly calculated that there were no less than twenty living dead people queuing here.

"Apart from you, are there any living people in your village?" I couldn't help asking.

"Why not? Of course!" He rolled his eyes at me, then lowered his voice and said, "But... it's better to be dead than alive."

"What do you mean?" I asked with narrowed eyes.

He hesitated for a while, then shook his head: "It's useless to tell you, it's almost 20 years, even Master Xu hasn't found a solution, so we can only do this to help them hang on, alas!"

After he finished speaking, he sighed, and I wanted to ask again, but his expression suddenly changed, his eyes bulged suddenly, and then he actually picked up the wooden sword and bit it in his mouth, his hands tightly grasped the courtyard wall, and beads of sweat as big as beans mixed with a faint stench emanated from him from time to time.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked in surprise.

Hearing this, his eyes slowly turned around, staring at me with a painful expression, and said in a trembling voice: "Itchy, damn, it itches me to death!"

After that, he loosened his hands that were clasped on the courtyard wall and grabbed at his body fiercely.