Chapter 340: Yinshan Village

Mu Sicheng's shaky voice called out in the darkness, " Bai Liu ?"

Then he heard four or five "Bai Liu" voices in different tones answering him.

"Hmm."

"Hmm."

"What for?"

"I'm here."

"Mu Sicheng's sweat rose as he took a step back and raised the camera in front of him, turning on night vision mode.

In the green screen, Mu Sicheng sees a scene that makes his hair stand on end.

In the narrow passage, four or five ghosts of the tomb, twisting and turning, approach Bai Liu in the middle to observe him, their bloodshot eyes staring at him and their gaping noses sniffing at his body.

Their arms and legs and bodies look like white Play-Doh being shaped, their heads sticking out from under their crevices and their feet folding over the back of their heads in various contorted and soft positions, but judging by the bulging skin of the bones, they do have bones.

From the way they pose ...... Mu Sicheng can't imagine what it would take for a creature with bones to pose like that.

Then slowly, slowly, the ghosts became identical to Bai Liu.

They stand in a row on tiptoe with their heads hanging down next to Bai Liu, and if you don't look at them, Mu Sicheng can hardly tell who is the real Bai Liu.

The five ghosts suddenly looked up, staring at him with their heads cocked, a black eyeball slowly falling from the top of their pure white eyes, cracking a smile at Mu Sicheng, who was standing opposite, before turning his head violently and coming closer.

Mu Sicheng was so frightened that his camera almost flew off.

At the moment when the ghosts approached, Mu Sicheng subconsciously turned the camera around, pointing it at his own surroundings, but the next moment when he saw the contents of the camera screen, he was shocked and let out a cry.

Mu Sicheng is also surrounded by several shape-shifting ghosts.

These ghosts seemed to be preparing to take on the form of Mu Sicheng, so now they were wearing a "Mu Sicheng" face with distorted features, grinning at him with their teeth clacking together.

In the midst of the confusion, a long, slender hand reached out from the ghost's miserable, white-wrapped torso, fingers gently holding a match.

A calm voice came from afar: "On the road to the underworld, follow the ghosts, and when you cross the ghost bridge, hold your breath and do not exhale, and wait for me to come to you."

This is the voice of Bai Liu!

Fuck-!

The match is polished and the candlestick is lit in front of the shrunken Mu Sicheng's eyes.

The moment the fire lights up, all the demons and ghosts around Mu Sicheng fade away, leaving only Bai Liu, holding a match to light his candlestick, watching him silently.

Mu Sicheng raised the candlestick and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then he suddenly remembered the words he had just heard in the darkness [Wait for me to come to you].

He subconsciously held up the candlestick to shine a light on the Bai Liu in front of him.

Bai Liu's bemused face reflects the greenish firelight, and nothing shadows the floor or walls.

Mu Sicheng's back slowly tightened as he held the candlestick flat in front of himself and tried his best to keep his voice steady, "Where are we going now?"

" Bai Liu" moves forward and he glances back at Mu Sicheng, his face looking as if it has been painted on with an eerie paper-like grin.

"Go to the tomb, find a coffin and carry it to earth."

The other end.

Bai Liu is holding a candlestick and there is no one around him.

When Bai Liu stepped on a flap door on the floor as he was entering the chamber, he stood on it to keep his balance until the ghost of the tiger appeared and chaos ensued, when Bai Liu moved his foot to the side of the flap door and slid through it to the next level.

Before the ghosts could react, Bai Liu disappeared.

Bai Liu stood up, patted the dust on his trouser leg and looked up at the spot where he had fallen.

It is a quadrangular, partial chamber, not very large, Bai Liu estimated the length, width and height to be about three metres by three metres by two metres, and the walls are thickly covered with ash.

But these were not Bai Liu's concerns, and he looked around the room, eventually turning his attention to the flap door he had fallen through - the only exit from this quadrangular chamber.

This is a sealed chamber.

And it's not just that.

Bai Liu lowers the candlestick, the light wavering as if it will go out at any moment, but the faint light is enough for Bai Liu to see what is on the floor of the chamber.

The floor of the chamber is neatly and densely piled with many wine jars, which are sealed with four-sided red paper with a red thread wrapped around the neck, on which is written the word [Dien] in black brush, with two old brass bells hanging from the end of the red thread.

Red thread, bells and red paper, which is clearly the same outer wrapping as the coffin used for Bai Liu's previous wake.

I don't think there is anything in the wine jar that Bai Liu would like to see right now.

In such a small chamber, Bai Liu roughly counted about a hundred of these wine jars, which filled most of the space in the chamber.

Bai Liu stood on the altar and estimated that he would be able to reach the flap door, but there was only a thin paper seal on the altar and it was estimated that the mouth of the altar would break if Bai Liu stood on it, and the mouth of the altar would open if it broke.

On top of that, the flap door was wobbly and Bai Liu couldn't get out even if he stepped on the altar and reached the door.

The situation seems to have come to a standstill for a while, but Bai Liu doesn't panic, he has a vague feeling that there is a solution to everything here.

Bai Liu holds up the candlestick and shines it around, this time looking a little closer.

Bai Liu holds the candlestick up close to see what appears to be painted on the mud and rock walls, keeping his balance so as not to touch the wine jars placed against the walls, and using his clothes to wipe the dusty mud crusts off the walls.

The dust on the wall fell away and a fresco emerged, a faded painted design that appeared extremely old, so blurred in many places that it was impossible to see what had been painted, but with the inscription next to the fresco, it was possible to understand the meaning of the fresco in general.

The paintings on the walls of the tomb are generally used to record some of the events of the owner's life. The tomb Bai Liu came into, judging from the murals, must have been a collective cemetery in the village of Yinshan, commonly known as an ancestral tomb, and was not built for a particular individual, but for a clan.

The mural shows a number of small red figures, dressed in full regalia, building a burial chamber, making offerings to the Three Purities and praying for good winds and rain and a good crop.

From the painting, it appears that the village of Yinshan at this time did not have those strange practices of joint burial, and that most of the village people died normally and then went to their ancestral graves in coffins.

Bai Liu notes the date of the inscription at this time - about two hundred years ago.

This means that two hundred years ago, Yinshan was just an ordinary village, with no village people drowning and no custom of burying women who were not yet married in a wedding palanquin with the drowned.

Bai Liu turns his body and holds the red candle up to look at the second wall.

On this wall these little men are divided into men, women and children standing at the entrance to the village with forlorn faces, strong men selected and seemingly pulled away by something dark, and the place where these men are about to go is painted with mountains of swords and fire, guillotines and steel spears, like the eighteen levels of hell.

The men were pulled through by dark, ghost-like things. They struggled not to leave, wanting to stay in the village of Yinshan, but in the end they were pulled into the inferno.

They fall into the fire and the sword, shredded by guillotine and steel, the men screaming in horror, and even if it is only a crude and faded mural, Bai Liu can see the pain and misery of these men.

The inscription next to the mural of the man falling into hell reads [A good death and an eternal death! .

The only people left in the village of Yinshan were women, old people and children, who stood at the entrance of the village draped in mourning, looking away from the men who had fallen into hell, hiding their faces and crying.

Bai Liu turns to look at the third wall, the candelabra's fire growing darker, glowing green and white, the wine jars around Bai Liu turning silently as he turns to look at the next painting.

But Bai Liu seems to be unaware of this and continues to read on unperturbed.

A long-browed Taoist appears on a mural on the third wall.

This Taoist man, with his long black eyebrows, snow-white beard and golden crown on his head, has an immortal aura and a certain sense of morality.

The villagers of Yinshan begged and prayed so hard that they seemed to have finally touched this Taoist man in heaven.

The Daoist held up a floating dust and descended from the earth step by step, landing at the entrance of the village of Yinshan, where a crowd of people knelt at the entrance of the village, holding up the three fattest animals and rice wine to offer to this Daoist who had descended from the earth.

This dawg picked it up.

Bai Liu turned towards the mural on the fourth wall, and the altar at his feet had moved closer and closer to him, from being some distance away to being right next to Bai Liu's legs, as if deliberately trapping him.

The Daoist on the fourth mural changed violently from an immortal aura to a green-faced, fanged, cross-eyed man with green and black sharp nails, his body covered with all kinds of yellow talismans, living as a suppressed demon.

This Taoist held up a floating dust and drove the people of Yinshan village like a whip.

The people of Yinshan village were forced by him to jump into the water and be drowned and turned into water spirits, and the unmarried girls were put into his wedding palanquin and buried alive in the cemetery to be muffled.

The Taoist seemed to be planning some major ceremony, and the girl who had been muffled was dug up from her grave, re-dressed in her grand wedding clothes into a coffin and buried in her ancestral tomb.

And the drowned man's body was fished out of the weir by him, and the swollen body was stuffed by the Taoist into a life jacket, covered with a straw mat, and buried by the roadside.

Innocent passers-by are constantly being dragged into the weir and drowned by the corpses of water spirits buried by the roadside, to become stand-ins and ghosts for this Taoist to drive.

By the time the bodies of the drowned had piled up in the weir, and no new passers-by had managed to drown in it, the man finally appeared again.

His face was becoming darker and drier, his eyes were like those of a swine, his ears were pointed, his eyes were sunken, his three palaces were purple, his fingers were like steel, and he sniffed as he walked, not resembling a living person at all.

This Taoist zombie dug out the corpses from the weir and threw them into the back of the hill. He also dug up the bodies of the people of Yinshan village who had been buried by the roadside before, by this time the corpses were almost decomposed, only some rotten flesh and bones remained.

The daoist appears to be using the chamber and these corpses to set up a formation.

Some of the frescoes in the middle are blurred and only the last painting of the closed tomb of the ancestor remains.

This man lay covered in talismans in the main chamber with a dozen bridal coffins standing around him, while the rest of the side chambers were filled with ghosts of various colours and also wine jars.

The normal burial goods in a tomb are gold, silver and jewellery. This Taoist hijacked someone's ancestral tomb and used something extremely overbearing like the Red and White Double Furies for the burial.

The use of the bodies of people's ancestors who died of torture as burial objects, and the construction of a house underneath their ancestral home, is heavy enough to affect the descendants who live on it.

This Taoist wants to refine all the people of Yinshan Village for generations to become Red and White Furies and continue to give him burial goods.

No wonder all the subsequent villagers of Yinshan Village were not allowed to die well. This Taoist made such a spell to trap the people in Yinshan Village a hundred years ago, how could the people here end up well?

The technique used by this Taoist was extremely sinister and destructive in Taoism. It lasted for more than a hundred years until the last few villagers in Yinshan Village were forced to drown by this technique, but it still did not stop there, and Liu Bai, the only remaining descendant of Yinshan Village, was summoned back to continue the torture to death.

Bai Liu's eyes rest on the face of the Taoist figure lying in the main chamber of the mural.

If they hadn't died, the daoist would have had to wake up without getting what he wanted.

What will happen when a zombie wakes up after more than a hundred years and an unknown number of people have died in vain, trained by the Qi of resentment and fury?