Chapter 332: Yinshan Village

The other end.

Kong Xuyang and Lamb landed firmly on the ground, and once they looked at the game map and scanned the player's identity on the system panel, they couldn't contain the smile on their faces: "Great, the system randomly drew a two-player book that was actually "Yinshan Village".

A little odd grin also appeared on the face of the lamb next to him, " Brother Kong, this copy is one we have played."

A sinister gleam in Kong Xuyang's eyes: "It seems that God wants us to take care of Bai Liu."

"Go and step on the spot first, then listen to me when you get there, I'll tell you to put your skills on." Kong Xuyang looked back at the weir and looked scared, reminding in a wary tone, " Little Yang, remember? You can't walk past that weir at night in this game."

Silent Lamb's real name is Yang Zhi, but in the game Kong Xuyang usually calls him Little Yang, which is the same accent as Little Lamb, and the audience doesn't know his real name.

When Yang Zhi heard Kong Xuyang remind him of this, he took a look at the weir covered in dark green drifting weeds and rubbed his arms, nodding with a chill at the back of his neck, "I know Brother Kong, last time we both almost got killed in this game because we took the path by the weir."

Kong Xuyang took his eyes back from the weir: "If I hadn't already gone through it, I wouldn't dare to turn on my skill [Silence] in this game, because after I did, not only Bai Liu and the others, our panels would also be frozen, and we wouldn't be able to do anything but recklessly exit the game with our skills and props. "

"The good thing is that we already know what's going on."

Yang Zhi nodded in agreement with Kong Xuyang and said, "This is the most difficult copy of Yinshan Village we've ever encountered in the game pool, if we hadn't gone through it, I wouldn't have dared to let Brother Kong open his skills, it would have been too easy to die."

"But that's the good thing about decryption-oriented copies." Kong Xuyang took slow steps towards Yinshan Village, "There's not a heavy element of fighting and killing, and the lack of a system panel doesn't matter to the two of us who already know the mystery."

Kong Xuyang sneered wistfully, "But for our opponents, that's not necessarily the case."

" Brother Kong." Yang Zhi tugged on Kong Xuyang's sleeve and cautiously came up to Kong Xuyang's ear, "I don't know if it's my memory that's wrong, you know I'm a memory skill and my memory gets confused sometimes, I always feel like I've seen this Bai Liu before."

Kong Xuyang rolled his eyes, "Aren't you talking shit? You were involved in the attack on him tonight, didn't you just meet the idiot?"

Yang Zhi stammered and whispered, "Brother Kong, I don't mean that, I think I've seen Bai Liu before this."

"Speak up, the audience can't hear you at this volume, what are you afraid of." Kong Xuyang frowned, "What did you just say, what do you mean?

"Actually it's not just Bai Liu, just the other woman I attacked tonight, I feel like I've seen her before too." Yang Zhi pulled out a whitish red bow hair string from her pocket and handed it to Yang Zhi, "It's been in my bathroom for two years, I don't know who left it behind, but I saw it on that woman's head tonight too."

Yang Zhi paused: "Boss, I always had the feeling we had attacked Bai Liu and this woman before."

"How is that possible?" Kong Xuyang denied without a second thought, "The [paparazzi] kept all the photos they took, there are no photos of these two at all."

"But ......" Yang Zhi spoke hesitantly, "I always felt something was wrong somewhere, a speedster tonight said he attacked a woman two years ago and ran her over until her guts came out, and I remember this woman, too. But I can't remember her face."

Yang Zhi looked up at Kong Xuyang: "I'm a memory skill, it's hard to forget anyone's face Brother Kong, I wonder if someone has tampered with all of our memories?"

Kong Xuyang interrupted him with an impatient wave of his hand, "Impossible, tampering with everyone's memories? You're joking, if anyone has such skills, they're not players anymore, they're gods."

"Stop talking nonsense and go into the village first."

After Kong Xu finished, he pulled Yang Zhi onto the dirt road scattered with paper money and headed for the smoky mountain village.

Suddenly an eerie breeze hit them and an eerie, playful laugh that sounded like crying came from nowhere.

The heels of the two sets of footprints left by Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi on the dirt road slowly make a small inverted triangle of footprints, as if something is following them, following their footprints one by one.

The weir, covered in floating weeds after the rain fell beside the muddy road, suddenly shook twice, a few bubbles rumbled out and another distorted laugh came from under the water.

The large red wedding robe and white birthday suit swirled under the water.

The other side.

Bai Liu dragged Mu Sicheng, who had fallen on his arm, along the muddy mountain road to the entrance of Yinshan village.

The dirt road was scattered with white money for the afterlife, which became more dense the further we reached the village entrance, and eventually the yellow dirt road was paved white with large amounts of paper money.

Bai Liu looked up at the village, which was shrouded in a misty white fog, and it was extremely dark, so at a glance you couldn't see anything in the distance, and only seven or eight houses could be made out near you.

The doors of the seven or eight houses were all wide open, dark and dark, and it felt like there were occasional shadows and footsteps, but when Bai Liu looked closely, there was nothing.

A pile of fruits and vegetables is neatly arranged in front of, or next to, the door of the room, and a bowl of water is placed next to a pile of yellow paper money that has not been burned cleanly, and two unlit red candles are poured into the bowl of water.

The melted tears of the red candle drip into the bowl of water and condense into a dark red layer of wax on the surface of the bowl, with some black paper money ashes floating on top.

There were many firecrackers hanging from the trees in the small courtyard directly opposite the house, and because of this, the ground was littered with red cones from the firecrackers after they had blown up, now soaked and fat and soft after a fall of rain, melting rottenly into the ground, and a rich, greasy smell of fragrant oil wafting through the air.

At first glance, it is a scene following a large number of rituals.

After taking stock, Bai Liu walked into the village of Yinshan.

Mu Sicheng stayed close to Bai Liu after entering Yinshan Village, never leaving his side.

Bai Liu walked past a house whose open door was suddenly slammed shut, followed by the wide open windows that flew shut one by one.

Bai Liu's entry into the village was like a signal to the village, and as he moved in, every time he passed a house, that house would fly open and close its doors and windows.

"The violent sound of a door slamming shut was heard over and over again, as well as the sound of someone running around the room to close the door and window.

Soon the lights came on in the darkened rooms after these closed doors and windows, and dim, obscure light filtered through the windows, reflecting the shadows of the people inside.

Mu Sicheng scanned the figure and almost shouted when he saw its shape, but Bai Liu was quick to cover his mouth.

Mu Sicheng, breathing heavily, gazes at the figures reflected hazily in the white paper windows.

Some of these figures leaning against the window had only half a head, some had a large hole in the middle of their chests, and some had no arms or legs.

The shadow is reflected motionlessly in the window, and Zi seems to be watching Bai Liu as they enter, his mutilated head moving slightly, stiffly, in response to Bai Liu's movements.

The candle in the bowl of water next to the door suddenly stands up and lights itself as Bai Liu walks past, the flame of the candle jumping around and faintly glowing a greenish-purple colour.

The pile of paper money glows with red sparks of re-burning, and the foggy sky begins to scatter white money for the afterlife, falling slowly over the shoulders of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng.

The further you go in, the clearer the figures at the windows become, and Mu Sicheng can even see the bloody handprints made by their hands on the paper windows.

The figures kept approaching the window as Bai Liu walked towards the village.

At one point Mu Sicheng saw a bloodshot eye staring straight at him and Bai Liu through a broken paper window.

" Bai Liu ~" Mu Sicheng shouted in fright shaking out his wavy voice as he tugged down on Bai Liu's arm twice, "The way they don't welcome us~"

Bai Liu gave a calm hoot, "It's obvious, they're all closing up shop."

"It didn't come out and attack us voluntarily, it's not a beat-up type of copy, it's supposed to be a decryption book."

Bai Liu looked around the figures, "The most important thing we need in the decryption book is information, let's find a house and go inside."

Mu Sicheng's sweat rose: "Now?"

Bai Liu gave Mu Sicheng a light look, "Just kidding, seeing how scared you are, to lighten your mood."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

This man has a real problem with his character.

At this point someone tapped Mu Sicheng on the shoulder and Mu Sicheng was so frightened that he turned around and tried to attack someone with his monkey paw, but Bai Liu stopped him.

Standing in front of them was a very pale, haggard-looking man with a torch: "You are the youngsters who have come back to the village to deal with the matter of the ancestral graves, aren't you? I'm He Daniu, from the nearby village, and the archaeological team has bothered me to wait here for you to come."

The system panels of Mu Sicheng and Bai Liu both popped up with the message.

[System prompt: Players trigger npc He Daniu to receive the side quest - Guarding the Righteous Village]

As soon as He Daniu appeared, the lights in these rooms dimmed instantly and the figures reverted to darkness, invisible.

As if he hadn't even noticed the figures in the room, he turned to Bai Liu and waved his hand at them slowly, his tone trailing off, "Come with me, first go to the Yizhuang, your grandparents are waiting for you there."

After saying this, He Daniu went on his way, holding up his old flickering torch, saying to himself as he walked along, "I was also guarding Yizhuang in the next village, and I came to help guard it because there was no one in your village.

"There is no reason why I, an outsider from the village, should guard the Yinshan Village righteous estate."

Bai Liu followed behind He Daniu and asked, "Why can't someone from outside the village guard it?"

He Daniu paused: "Since a hundred years, Yinshan Village has not let outsiders guard the village, everything is done by themselves, ancestors have taken root here, all survive here, the native Yinshan villagers do not go outside and will not let outsiders into the village."

"So this place is still very old and underdeveloped after all these years, and it looks as if it's the same as it was a hundred years ago."

"Outsiders are not welcome here, and outsiders will be driven away if they stray into this place."

He Daniu coughed twice and continued, "That is, the last of your grandparents, who were born and raised in Yinshan Village, are all dead, otherwise it would not be my turn to help guard the corpse as an outsider."

"But I'll only be keeping watch for these two days at best, and if you don't come back I'm going to leave."

Mu Sicheng pursued the question, "Why?"

He Daniu turns back slowly and looks at Mu Sicheng with old, failing eyes: "Why? Two more days until the seventh day of the first month, and once [they] return, I, an outsider from the village, still can't stay."