Guanshan Town Temple
Suddenly, nearly half of the dozens of white candles burning in the temple went out, and the remaining flames flickered as if they could never be extinguished.
The hangers on which the candles were hung were also swaying back and forth, and several of the wooden bars of the hangers were colliding with each other, making noises. The melted wax was shaken out and dripped onto the floor, making a "patting" sound, as rapid as if it was urging someone to die.
But there was no wind in the temple, and nothing was rushing against it.
They were so frightened that they were almost "believing everything they heard". When the candle was extinguished in an instant, they huddled together in fear, their eyes darting around, as if ghosts were everywhere to take their lives.
The guilty one's mind was full of the word "life-seeking", and he immediately screamed. He was frightened by each other's screams, mistakenly thinking that "a ghost" had come, and screamed continuously.
"What are you yelling about? The one who wants to take my life hasn't come yet, but my ancestors are scaring me to death!"
"Uncle He...a ghost is coming, a ghost is coming!" Wang Erniu looked around in horror.
"I think there's something wrong with you!"
After Uncle He turned his head and scolded Wang Erniu, he saw that his mouth was wide open, his eyes were full of fear, and he could not utter a complete sentence "ah, ah, ah..." The others were also afraid and retreated to the front of the stone statue.
Looking in the direction Wang Erniu pointed, I saw a few corners of funeral clothes sticking out from the beams, and they were still moving.
No one dared to speak. Uncle He gestured for everyone to shut up, and then led everyone to escape.
Everyone looked at each other, and at this time they united and immediately covered their mouths tightly. No matter how scared they were, they dared not make any sound that would attract that thing.
However, just as he took a step forward, a hanged body suddenly fell from the beam in front of the door.
Because the body fell suddenly and was not hanging steadily, after shaking vigorously several times, the body fell heavily to the ground.
The body had been hanging with its hair loose, and most people were dazed. When it fell to the ground, it was facing the ground and was wearing funeral clothes, so no one recognized it.
Uncle He grumbled angrily, "We're all just trying to make a living by making funeral objects. What's there to be afraid of a few motionless dead bodies? Just step over them! Go! If you're weak, just stay here!"
As soon as the young men at the front approached and Zhang Shanfeng, who was the first one to walk, raised his foot, the corpse lying on the ground immediately turned over.
As the corpse turned over, the hair that was covering its face fell apart, revealing its true appearance.
Someone whispered in surprise, "Isn't this the body of Zhang Shengshu, the young disciple of Taoist Zhang?"
Zhang Fengshan quickly retracted his foot and retreated repeatedly. At this time, the corpse's legs jumped straight, and it suddenly sat up, then quickly turned its head to look at them.
He found a comb from somewhere, closed his eyes, and began to comb his hair gently and slowly. As he combed, he asked, "Uncle He, where is my little sister?"
The comb fell to the ground, and Zhang Shengshu paused. "Uncle He, where did you take my little sister? She is only three years old, the same age as your granddaughter. Where did you take her? Why did you lie to me? You lied to me and it hurt me so much..."
Zhang Shengshu's voice was sad and melodious, filled with resentment.
Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. Zhang Shengshu opened his eyes, which were filled with blood and tears, flowing continuously.
Zhang Shengshu staggered and struggled to get up. His bones made a creaking sound as he moved, and even his movements when he stood up were very stiff.
He faced a little girl in the crowd with a dull and stagnant expression. She looked only ten years old and was being pulled by her aunt behind her.
He waved to him and said, "My dear sister, come here, come here."
Feeling the girl in her arms struggling to walk towards Zhang Shengshu, the aunt who was holding the girl quickly squatted down, holding the child, and approached her to persuade her in a low voice: "Don't go over there, Huanhuan! Zhang Shengshu is dead, he wanted to kill you, don't go over there! Zhang Qu is your brother, don't listen to his nonsense, he is trying to deceive you, he is not your brother!"
"It's my brother! It's my brother! Auntie, let me go! You're hurting my arm! Auntie! My arm hurts so much, auntie! My arm is going to fall off, auntie, it's going to fall off, it's going to fall off, it's going to fall off."
The moment the fairy tale finished its voice, her arms broke without any warning at the shoulder joint. Both arms fell off and were caught in the hands of her aunt.
The aunt missed the pull and fell backwards. Fortunately, someone else held her steady. But looking at the two hands holding the girl's arms, thick blood was oozing from the broken wounds, staining the aunt's hands.
She threw the girl's arm away in horror, and the arm fell far away, leaving a long trail of blood.
My aunt was almost scared out of her wits, and the strong man next to her immediately covered her mouth tightly to suppress her pain and pinch her to wake her up.
The girl's face changed. Like Zhang Shengshu, her eyes were filled with tears of blood, which flowed continuously. Her face was pale, and her lips and eye sockets were black.
The broken arm suddenly came alive, and the five fingers each had their own ideas. They moved randomly for a while, as if they had independent thoughts. The arm was raised, and the fingers were like legs, supporting the broken arm to crawl like a spider, and soon disappeared without a trace.
She walked to Zhang Shengshu's side and stood still, wanting to reach out to her brother for a hug, but when her shoulders moved, she remembered that she no longer had arms.
Zhang Shengshu's body was stiff, and the joints of his limbs were no longer as flexible as when he was alive. Even if he wanted to hug her, he could not do so steadily. He could only put his hand on her shoulder in response.
"Now that we're all together, let's all stay."
As soon as Zhang Shengshu finished speaking, ten corpses suddenly fell from the beams, just as he had fallen. As they fell, they began to struggle, waving their arms and bumping into each other.
Immediately, several elderly people were frightened to death.
After seeing the shrouds worn by the ten corpses, they were able to recognize them as the hems of clothes sticking out from the beams of the house.
Logically speaking, the corpse lying on the beam would definitely not move, unless the corpse wearing the shroud moved.
Realizing this, everyone huddled together as best they could, huddling in front of the altar. Escape was impossible; the ten corpses had blocked all their escape routes.
Uncle He calmly approached the altar. Just as he put his hands behind his back, a dirty crawling child rushed out from under the altar, bit Uncle He's hand, and tore off a piece of flesh.
He withdrew his hand in pain, and the blood continued to flow.
When Uncle He saw the child's face clearly, he was stunned.
Even though her face was stained with dust, her messy hair was covered with mud, and the sweetgrass roots stuck diagonally in her bun were particularly conspicuous, and her clothes were so dirty that the original style and pattern could not be seen, and she looked extremely disheveled, but Uncle He would never forget those bright big eyes.
Over the years, whenever he closed his eyes late at night, this pair of bright big eyes and this face would appear in his mind.
"The hay in her hair is sweetroot! This kind of sweetroot only grows in the cracks between the rocks in the back mountain! She must have crawled out from the back mountain!"
"She's so pitiful, so small! Whose child is she? When did such a three-year-old girl appear in our town?"
Zhang Shengshu opened his arms to the three-year-old girl and said, "Sister, come here, come to your brother."
She immediately spat out the meat in her mouth, spat out a few mouthfuls of blood foam, and crawled towards Zhang Shengshu quickly and swiftly, sitting beside him obediently.
Zhang Shengshu said, "Uncle He's face isn't looking good. I think he feels the same way about me, unable to forget his sister's appearance. But, Uncle He, such a kind and loving elder, wouldn't even care if his granddaughter became like this?"
Uncle He said, "Playing tricks! When your master adopted you, he probably never imagined that all the skills he taught you would be used by you to control corpses and scare people!"
"I'm playing tricks? I hope I'm just playing tricks using the techniques my master taught me."
Zhang Shengshu looked at his two sisters, tears and blood welling up in his eyes. His vicious eyes softened and were filled with more heartache and regret.
When his gaze fell back on Uncle He, the hatred in his eyes was once again revealed. "Isn't there enough resentment on this mountain? Everyone in Guanshan Town has added fuel to the fire of this lingering resentment and anger, and now, they have brought disaster upon themselves. This great ability is attributed to me. Uncle He, the culprit, really thinks highly of me."
Faced with the suspicious gazes of the crowd, Uncle He had no intention of forcing himself to endure the criticisms of others.
He said bluntly, "Now that we've brought up ugly things, you insist on forgetting them and want to put the blame solely on me. Then don't blame me for bringing it all out into the open. You've gotten the most benefits. Every family has personally sacrificed their own young sons' lives. The coffins in the back hills are filled with corpses, and the black cats are all raised with shiny fur. You and I are the same, so why look at me like that?"
Someone in the crowd quickly retorted, "This is in the Immortal Temple! Be careful what you say and do, Uncle He!"
"I'm the only one left in my family! How can I be afraid of these two man-eating monsters? You're the ones I should be afraid of! Do you know who this three-year-old girl, who no one can recognize, is? She was a sacrifice who died in the mountains behind seven years ago!"
"Oh, please don't blame me, Immortal, please don't blame me." After clasping his hands in worship at the stone statue, he said to He Shu, "Among the sacrifices seven years ago, only your granddaughter was three years old. You should know when to stop talking nonsense! She's been dead for seven years, and only bones are left. How can she still be alive like a newly dead person?"
"The existence of immortals, those black cats your age eating corpses, sacrificing their young to immortals in exchange for wealth, and the eleven corpses that resurrected last night—are these things normal compared to the three-year-old girl who died seven years ago and resurrected?"
Uncle He reached under the table and fumbled around, pulling out a roll of cloth. He held it over the brightly burning incense candle flame, intending to light it.
Seeing this, everyone stopped being afraid and rushed towards Uncle He, trying to grab the cloth roll.
Uncle He didn't know where he got the strength from, and he refused to let go. During the struggle, when the cloth roll was torn apart, the expressions of the living people, including Uncle He, were more terrified than seeing a zombie.
"The soul-calling banner is burnt out!"
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