My Iyashikei Game Chapter 874: The missing old people

Smelling the obvious rancid smell in the air, Han Fei walked past the advertisement: "The people are nice, the water is good, and the air is good. This place is completely different from what the advertisement says."

After walking another few hundred meters, Han Fei saw the corpses hanging upside down from the branches. Those rotting corpses were wearing bright red clothes, and each piece of clothing was embroidered with a black "shou" character.

"Stop! Don't go any further!" The leaves fell, and a strange man wearing a two-layer raincoat came out from behind the tree. He looked to be in his forties, with a thick body and a black beard.

"Isn't the village just ahead?" Han Fei didn't feel any threat from the strange man.

"That village is full of monsters!" The man in the raincoat was about to say something, but the red rope tied on the tree and the bell suddenly rang, and he immediately became nervous: "Run! Don't drink the wine in the village." Water! Be careful of the old man!"

"Is there a problem with the water? What happened in the village?" Before Han Fei finished speaking, the man got into the bushes. He was about to chase after him when the temperature around him suddenly dropped, and he smiled sinisterly. sounded.

A moment later, two old men appeared on the dirt road. They were still holding white paper lanterns in broad daylight, staring at Han Fei with cloudy eyes.

"Young man, are you lost? Do you want to go to my house for a bowl of hot porridge?"

What the old man said was very heartwarming, and Han Fei also showed a grateful smile on his face: "Thank you two old men for taking care of you."

Both sides were very polite, and everyone entered the village happily.

The leaves swayed, and after Han Fei left, the upside-down corpse fell to the ground. The bright red shroud was blown by the wind, and the pitch-black Shou character became moist.

"Our village is a natural oxygen bar, the hometown of longevity, and the average old people can live to be over a hundred years old." The old man with a white paper lantern introduced to Han Fei: "Many people came to us for vacation in the past, as well as the media. Specially to find the secret of longevity."

"Young man, just stay in the village. The outside world is messed up, but we are outstanding people, protected by gods, and no ghosts dare to come in."

At the end of the dirt road stood two huge gateposts, a white cloth was tied to one of the gateposts, and a fool was tied to the other.

He looked only in his forties, with disheveled hair, dirty body, no shoes, and blood blisters and wounds on his feet. He seemed to have run a long way and was caught again.

"Don't be afraid, he is a fool in the village. He goes crazy during the daytime. There are so many old people in the village and he is very strong. We had no choice but to tie him up." The old man seemed to be afraid that Han Fei would misunderstand, so he hurried explained.

"Crazy only during the day?" Han Fei didn't understand. Could he not see ghosts at night?

Following behind the two old men, Han Fei had just passed the gatepost when the idiot suddenly opened his eyes wide and yelled at Han Fei, "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"Why are you sick again? Shut up!" The old man picked up a branch on the ground and whipped the fool. He was so hard that every time he whipped, there was a bloodstain.

"It's okay, I'm often scolded by people, don't hit him." Han Fei set his own role as a cowardly, kind, and simple good old man.

"I don't want to hit him either, but it's useless to persuade him. I grew up with this kid, but he went crazy when he said he was crazy." The old man threw the branch aside and stood between Han Fei and the idiot , to prevent Han Fei from communicating with fools.

Another old man grabbed Han Fei's arm and pulled Han Fei into the village.

The entire Changshou Village is built in an antique style, with a second-story attic and a small farmyard. The village is very well built, but it should be a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, but it gives people a gloomy feeling.

"There are still a lot of vegetables grown at home. You can rest at my house tonight, and you can find a house to live in tomorrow. There are many empty houses in the village. If you live for three days, the house will be yours." The two old men are very enthusiastic. At first glance, you will feel that the folk customs of this village are very simple.

Going along the deserted path, the muddy road was overgrown with weeds, and from time to time there were bugs and huge mice that Han Fei had never seen before.

"Here we are." Holding a white paper lantern, the old man bowed to the door of his own room three times, then grabbed the copper ring on the door, and knocked lightly on the door: "Old lady, I brought the guests back."

There was the sound of wooden boards being pushed little by little in the room. After a long time, the door was opened by an old lady. The woman was very old, with fine wrinkles on her face, and her eyes were almost squeezed out.

"Go and heat up the porridge, this kid hasn't eaten for a long time."

"It's okay." Han Fei was very shy, acting out the inner activities of being hungry and embarrassed to speak, and the character of the character was well grasped.

The two old men had completely let down their guard against Han Fei, thinking that he was different from those guys who went to the village to "make trouble" and that he was just a poor man fleeing.

"You're tired after walking all the way, go and rest in the house." The old man sent Han Fei into the guest room, turned and left.

The warm scene ended here. Han Fei watched the old man's back through the crack of the door. His severely bent back looked like a huge piece of meat, and there seemed to be another person hidden inside.

"Changshou Village is very close to Guilou Yitiannian Nursing Home. If you want to know about Guilou, the best way is to get enough information here first."

Even with Han Fei's current strength, he can't guarantee that he can escape completely after entering the sly building. The sly building is the scariest building other than the forbidden building. thing.

Sitting on the bed in the guest room, Han Fei soon discovered a strange thing. There was another compartment inside the guest room, and the compartment door was locked.

The bed in the guest room is separated from the cubicle by a wall. Strangely, there is a window on that wall.

Lying on the bed in the guest room, you can see the window connected to the compartment when you look up.

Han Fei approached quietly, the window was blocked by cardboard, and only by removing the piece of paper could he see the things placed in the compartment.

He was about to lift the cardboard when the door was pushed open suddenly, and the wrinkled old lady came in with a bowl of hot porridge.

She lowered her head, and the blood vessels on her two arms protruded, like trembling dark green worms.

"Eat more, you won't have anything to eat at night." The old lady's voice contained no emotion, numb and gloomy, like a seriously rusted machine.

"Thank you." Han Fei looked at the rice bowl on the table, which contained freshly prepared porridge with wild vegetables and grains.

Han Fei picked up the chopsticks and stirred them carefully. He found three coins and a strand of black hair at the bottom of the bowl.

"Is this porridge for the dead?"

Han Fei put his chopsticks flat on the table. He picked up the coins and wanted to find out the old man's tone, but when he walked out of the guest room, he found that the sky outside had darkened a lot.

The flow of time inside this Longevity Village seems to be much faster than outside, and a force is extracting the time of all living people, accelerating the aging of the villagers.

The white paper lantern on the ground was gone, and Han Fei didn't stay in the yard. Curious, he pushed open the kitchen door.

The scary picture in the imagination did not appear, the kitchen is very normal, just like a very ordinary farmhouse, there is nothing worth noting.

"That bowl of porridge is made here? But why is the pot clean and there is no trace of use?"

Exiting the kitchen, Han Fei looked towards the main house. He clearly remembered that when the old lady opened the door for him, there was a sound of wooden boards being pushed inside the house, which seemed to come from the main house.

Looking inside through the crack of the door, there are a lot of wooden furniture in the main house, but there is nothing else worth noting.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Han Fei turned to look at the door in the compound.

A village woman with heavy makeup stood at the door holding a bamboo basket. She said she was a village woman. In fact, she was at least in her fifties. It was just because of the thick layer of makeup on her face that it was a little hard to guess. her real age.

The village woman didn't expect that there were other people in the house. Her strange eyes fixed on Han Fei, the powder fell from her face, and a terrifying smile appeared on her red face.

"You are?" Han Fei was terrified by her look, and said directly.

"Me? Oh, I'm the daughter-in-law of the owner of this household. I'll bring him food." The village woman lifted the bamboo basket covered with black cloth in her hand and placed it in the kitchen.

During the whole process of her movement, she glanced at Han Fei intentionally or unintentionally.

"Did you just enter the village today? Have you had porridge? When you go to bed at night, be careful not to turn over. It is best to sleep on your stomach. This way... you will sleep more comfortably." Village woman She talked a lot. After she put the bamboo basket away, she wanted to grab Han Fei's hand, but Han Fei avoided him: "I'm like you. I came in from the outside. I might not be used to it at first. But slowly you will find that you don't want to leave here at all."

She still looked at Han Fei with that terrifying smile: "My house is on the west side of the village, if you are not used to living here, you can come to me."

The village woman left with some reluctance. Han Fei closed the door of the yard, ran to the kitchen and opened the bamboo basket to take a look. There were huge mice and many cocoons that had been forcibly peeled off in the basket.

"Can this village become a stronghold for survivors? It feels like all the living people are abnormal, and their changes should be related to that mysterious building."

Han Fei returned to the guest room, and he realized something was wrong when he entered the door. The chopsticks that he had laid flat on the table before were stuck vertically in the porridge bowl, and the strand of black hair disappeared.

"No one should have come in during the time I was away. It seems that the dirty things are hiding in the compartment."

Walking to the table, Han Fei stirred the bowl of porridge that had cooled down again. A strand of black hair at the bottom of the bowl had now turned into white hair.

It was getting late, Han Fei didn't go out again, he lay on the bed in the guest room.

When the last ray of light disappeared, darkness enveloped Changshou Village. Han Fei felt that his whole body was wrapped in an abnormal chill. He frowned slightly: "I seem to be in a ghost now? This Changshou Village will be surrounded by ghosts at night. Hateful ghosts swallow it?"

The flow of time seemed to slow down, and Han Fei was deeply tired, as if there was a voice deep in his heart urging him to fall asleep as soon as possible.

Holding his breath and adjusting his breathing, just as Han Fei was fighting against the inexplicable drowsiness, he suddenly heard the sound of fingernails snapping on the wall.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Han Fei stared at the window on the partition wall.

The cardboard blocking the window bulged slightly ~IndoMTL.com~ as if the window had been opened from the inside.

The old cardboard was scratched by fingernails, and slowly, a hole appeared on it, and a pale finger protruded from it.

The fingerprint was burned off by the fire, and the finger slid down, and the bright red blood slowly soaked the cardboard.

The night deepened, the cardboard slowly fell, and a human face appeared on the other side of the window. Its deformed body protruded a little bit, and its arms stretched out to the bed in the guest room.

This scene was so terrifying that it was so depressing that people could not breathe.

The monster's lower body was still in the compartment, but its upper body had already protruded from the window, and its fingers were about to touch Han Fei's cheek.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei looked at the ghost who was close at hand, and his lips moved slightly: "Touch the secret deep in the soul."

He braced his body on his arms and slammed into the twisted face of the monster!

(End of this chapter)