Chapter 337: Yinshan Village

Kong Xuyang sits with a sullen face on a bench, his cheek flesh twitching as Yang Zhi stands next to him, patting his back to calm him down.

Bai Liu sat calmly on the bench opposite Kong Xuyang, smiling at him in a friendly way when he saw how angry he was.

Kong Xuyang was so angry that he almost took off, glaring at Bai Liu as a sign of intimidation. He hammered his knee hard, but didn't expect to give himself a knee-jerk reflex, kicking his leg at Bai Liu in a very delicate manner.

Bai Liu smiled again, "You're so cute, homeboy, playing with this."

Yang Zhi turned her head and bit down on her lower lip to keep from laughing out loud.

Kong Xuyang: "......"

It doesn't matter, your life goes by quickly.

Bai Liu thoughtfully changed the subject, "Hometown, you're willing to trade with me, and you didn't kill my teammate, you're a generous man, so I won't blackmail you.

Kong Xuyang's face twitched twice when he heard Bai Liu refer to himself as [The Thick Man], and then he said warily, "What's that?"

"I just want you to chat with me for a while." Bai Liu looked at Kong Xuyang with a smile on his face, "Although I was born in Yinshan Village, I don't seem to remember anything, and I hope you can show me around."

Kong Xuyang's eyebrows twisted into a twist: "You went around in such a big circle, just to get me to take you?"

Bai Liu nodded fervently, "I don't know the place well and I'm scared to go alone."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Mu Sicheng, who was cowering far away from the coffin next to the idol, and slowly moved his gaze back to the urn Bai Liu had used for his feet.

Kong Xuyang: "......"

What do you mean, you're scared, Bai Liu? Can you go back and look at the way your teammates are behaving before you try to make me feel better?

Bai Liu seemed not at all worried that Kong Xuyang would leave him behind, and after a simple verbal agreement was reached, he started chatting with each other with a smile on his face: " What are Brother Kong and Brother Yang doing back in the village this time?"

Yang Zhi, Kong Xuyang: "......"

It's not unusual to be called brother.

Yang Zhi looked at Kong Xuyang for a moment, and only after receiving his approval did he mysteriously explain, "We've come back to do a piece of heritage business."

Bai Liu suddenly said, "Oh, Brother Yang and Brother Kong are back to rob a tomb?"

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi are both in a state of shock.

That's right, they are playing the role of two tomb robbers, and the main purpose of their return is to steal a burial object from the main chamber of the excavated tomb, which is also a side mission of their identity.

Kong Xuyang had no intention of concealing Bai Liu's identity, as the chamber they were to visit happened to be underneath Bai Liu's ancestral home, and they would not have been able to enter without Bai Liu's "descendants" leading the way.

Bai Liu is deep in thought.

The chant of the bride in the coffin just now mentions three kinds of people who shall never leave the village of Yinshan alive.

One is the one who disrespects his ancestors, which is clearly about the spiritual anchor Mu Sicheng .

One type of thief is the chicken and the dog, and these are, unsurprisingly, Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang.

There is also the one who forgets his ancestors.

Bai Liu lowered his gaze to the Evil Maoshan Handbook in his arms - this was talking about him.

Yinshan village ancestors revered Taoism, believe in Taoist, the faith in this is very devout, the result Bai Liu actually engaged in an evil art back, but also used to borrow yin money to pay off debts, unfaithfulness, injustice and filial piety he accounted for a complete.

From what we have seen so far, his status should be the most dangerous and the most risky.

But the higher the risk the greater the reward, and Bai Liu, although he remembers nothing, is not repulsed by this identity and is happy to continue on as it was set up.

For example, keeping the first seven.

Bai Liu looks at the niche facing him, which has a black and white photograph of a loving-looking grandmother holding his shoulders.

Bai Liu's face in the black and white photograph has an unfamiliar smile on it.

Early the following morning.

When Bai Liu woke up, he and Mu Sicheng were the only ones in the temple, Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi had gone off somewhere.

Mu Sicheng followed Bai Liu sleepily to the entrance of the temple and also looked down and became completely awake with fear: "Holy shit, what the hell is this!"

The wreaths placed in the temple were in a mess, scattered on the ground as if they had been wheeled up and viciously smashed by someone, and the ground was littered with scattered white paper flowers.

But these were not the creepiest of all. The creepiest of all were the dense, yet neat rows of small footprints at the entrance to the temple.

The footprints are only half the size of a child's hand, in the shape of a triangle, with only the forefoot, as if a group of people were tiptoeing back and forth around the entrance to the temple, following a certain pattern, as if they wanted to enter but could not get in, and were finally forced to leave.

Bai Liu looked at the footprints for a moment, then looked down and followed the departing footprints out the door.

"Hey!" Mu Sicheng saw Bai Liu leave and got anxious too, he looked at the odd footprints with trepidation for a few moments before finally stamping his foot and gritting his teeth and following, "You're not afraid either!"

Bai Liu walks on obliviously.

These bunches of footprints circled the temple, seemingly trying to find the entrance to the temple, and after circling a few times in vain, finally headed for the village.

Mu Sicheng holds his camera up to film, rubbing his arms and chattering his teeth as he looks at the bizarre footprints.

The footprints look like a group of people walking on tiptoe together, still walking at about the same size, each footprint leaving the same spacing to the naked eye, until they reach the village avenue, where the regular and dense string of footprints begins to disperse.

The footprints went from the avenue, one or several at a time, towards the various houses in the village, and the footprints disappeared in front of the doors of the houses, as if they were returning home.

Mu Sicheng was just about to breathe a sigh of relief as he filmed this, but soon Bai Liu dealt him the final blow.

Bai Liu followed the footprints to the door of the house, where they disappeared into the muddy ground in front of the door.

That tiptoe footprint suddenly landed on its heel and became a full footprint, and two hand and paw prints appeared, and the five-fingered position of these two palm prints was still reversed.

Here, it seems, the homecoming 'man' drops his heels while landing on both hands and begins to crawl twistedly on all fours towards the house.

Mu Sicheng's hair stood on end: "What the hell is this!"

Bai Liu got up and he looked towards the door of the room that was left with a hidden gap: "Just go in and see."

With that, Bai Liu pushed open the door.

The age-old wooden door gave a long, distant creak before slowly opening.

Inside, the house is dusty and although it is daylight, the light is still extremely dim and only the outlines of some furniture can be vaguely seen.

Mu Sicheng gulped and walked inside with his camera in his shaking hand.

As soon as you enter the house, you can see why it is dark inside. The whole house is sealed, with only two tiles at the top that are translucent and act as skylights to let in light, and old hanging electric lamps hanging from the beams, with cobwebs wrapped around the wires.

In the corner there is also the hearth where the firewood is stacked, on which sits a large rusty iron pot with a few chipped ceramic jars around the edge that appear to be used for spices.

Mu Sicheng tries to turn on the lights but fails, waving the dust in the air and choking and coughing to Bai Liu, who is walking ahead of him, "I don't know how long this place has been inhabited, the lights don't even run."

"That's not necessarily true." Bai Liu held up his torch to the wall, "Didn't we just follow one in? Maybe it lives here."

Mu Sicheng scalp: "Don't make jokes like that ......"

His voice ended abruptly as he looked at the wall Bai Liu had illuminated with his torch.

It was so dimly lit, and Mu Sicheng had been looking at the camera screen, that he didn't even notice that the whole house, the floor, the walls, even the beams were covered with the kind of muddy hand and foot prints on all fours that they had just seen outside the house.

Bai Liu now illuminates a wall so thickly covered with muddy hand and footprints that it is painted a greyish-yellow colour, and if you don't look closely, you'd think the wall was just a mud wall.

But on closer inspection ......

The hand and footprints are so distorted that they look as if they were made by chopping off human arms and feet and dipping them into the mud on top of the wall.

Bai Liu walked on as if he didn't see the hand and footprints, calmly holding his torch.

Mu Sicheng did not want to follow him for several times, but he was afraid to go out alone and had to follow.

Passing through a hall with a few burned-out candles in the corner, Bai Liu arrived at the bedroom of the house.

The bedroom is furnished with two raised wooden beds hung with mosquito nets and draped with light air, facing an FM television set that is at least twenty years old and next to a cobwebbed fan.

Mu Sicheng didn't dare to look around at all, he kept his eyes fixed on the camera's small screen, which showed only Bai Liu.

Bai Liu lifted the mosquito netting hanging over the wooden bed and stepped over the edge of the bed to peer in, his figure half hidden by the white gauze.

Mu Sicheng was filming with his eyes fixed on it, then he suddenly let out a cry of horror.

Bai Liu turned back to me, "What's wrong?"

Mu Sicheng, his face white with fear, pointed shakily at the bed where Bai Liu had stuck his head in: "Just now, there was a crooked head sticking out from under the bed!"

Bai Liu dropped to his knees and without hesitation looked under the bed.

Mu Sicheng almost pulled Bai Liu from looking under the bed, his voice almost splitting in fear: "What the hell are you looking at! Let's go out first! Would I lie to you? There's really a white, white head sticking out, looking at you askance!"

Bai Liu pulled Mu Sicheng over, held his chin and made him look at the bottom of the bed, his voice calm: "See for yourself if there is a human head."

Mu Sicheng's eyes were closed tightly at first, and only after a moment did he carefully open one eye and say in a daze, "No, no more."

"But I really just saw it!" Mu Sicheng held up the camera and handed it to Bai Liu to see.

Bai Liu said blandly, "If you did see it, and now it's not under the bed, the odds should be that it's on the bed."

Mu Sicheng is playing it backwards, and his face freezes as if he suddenly realises something. He carefully hands the camera to Bai Liu and, without daring to breathe, moves the finger holding down the rewind button to take the selfie.

The camera shifts from a video camera to a selfie, and the view of the screen shifts so that Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng's heads appear on the screen.

But more than that, a third head appears in the screen.

A ghastly, lopsided head is sticking out of the bed, hands on the edge, and under the cover of the mosquito netting, alongside Bai Liu, they are looking under the bed.