My House of Horrors Chapter 322: This is just the beginning (1)
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"There are other outsiders?" Chen Ge's main purpose of entering the village was to find Fan Yu and Jiang Ling. At this time, they heard the information of other outsiders, and they all got up.
"Before you came, two children accidentally entered the village because they got lost." A Qing recalled: "One man and one woman, the boy is very thin, not tall, and the girl looks only four or five years old. It looks like a porcelain doll, very cute. "
"Fan Yu and Jiang Ling!" Hearing A Qing's description, Chen Ge was more sure of guessing.
He grabbed A Qing ’s shroud: "Where are they now? Take me to find them!"
"I'm afraid it won't work." A Qing wanted to take Chen Ge's hand away, but after several attempts, he found that the man who didn't seem to have much muscles in front of him had surprising strength: "The two children When they entered the village, they were seen by other villagers. Later, the woman with the surname Zhu appeared and arranged accommodation for them personally, and took away the girl. "
"Jiangling was taken away?" Chen Ge froze.
"I heard people say that the woman with the surnamed Zhu is going to let the girls also come to the sacrificial activities. At the time, I was also surprised that this was the first time in decades that outsiders came to attend the sacrifice." A Qing struggled for a long time and finally gave up. Chen Ge grabbed his shoulder and grinned in pain.
"Wouldn't that woman see that Jiangling was born? Is she going to give Jiangling to female ghost?" Chen Ge thought about it: "Zhu Xinrou is beside Jiangling, and certainly won't sit back and watch Jiangling get hurt. There are only two thoughts. Possibly, a woman with the surnamed Zhu has a way to suppress Zhu Xinrou, or Jiangling volunteers to participate in the sacrifice. "
Fan Yu left Chen Ge with two words on the painting-go home, there should be a reason for them to return to the living coffin village tonight. Coincidentally, Ghost Stories Society also started to work on this day and set the goal Put it on Jiangling.
Everything is intertwined at one point, and the secret source is in the living coffin village.
"In addition to being careful of the aborigines in the living coffin village, be careful of Ghost Stories Society."
Chen Ge let go and gently patted A Qing ’s shoulder: "If possible, try to bring the thin boy out."
"Understood." A Qing rubbed his shoulders: "When the festival begins, the whole village will be affected, the ghosts will automatically break the wall, and the things that are sleeping in all corners will wake up. You will see The unknown side of this village. "
He speaks quickly, and when he speaks, he constantly looks out: "There are too many dead people in the village, and the yin qi is too heavy, which breeds various evil spirits. They will wake up slowly with the sacrifice, you Be careful not to provoke them, stole the child and leave immediately. "
"You said so much, where are we going to steal children?"
"The sacrificial activity starts from the ancestral hall in the center of the village. All the children will be put into the ancestral hall. Then the team will go to the well where female ghost committed suicide. All you need to do is enter the ancestral hall and find a neck when the sacrificial team leaves. Take the baby with the copper money on it, take it away. "
A Qing said that there was a pause here. He was very hesitant to take out a piece of cloth from his pocket: "The interior of the village is very complicated. Specter and monsters are hidden at the end of some roads. If you want to go out, follow this piece of cloth. Go on the route. "
He handed Chen Ge the cloth with dense lines: "Please take my children away!"
After telling a few words, A Qing left in a hurry. Chen Ge looked at the cloth in his hand. It was a sketch of the living coffin village. There were more than 20 places in the whole village that were marked with red crosses.
"He was so assured of us that he handed the map to us in advance, and he was not afraid that we would run away regardless of his child?" Uncle Bai took the map and studied it for a while, and the more he looked, the more he was surprised. He had been there when he was young, but it was all during the day.
Chen Ge shook his head: "This person has been planning for a long time and will not make such a low-level mistake. This is likely to be a fake map. The real map is estimated to be on the baby boy."
With a few words, the streets outside have changed.
The white paper lanterns were all extinguished, the village was completely shrouded in darkness, and the door of somebody ’s house was pushed open in silence, and the voice of a woman rang in the night.
She seems to be calling out a name, something she wants to wake up.
A door was pushed open, footsteps sounded on the street, and villagers with deformed bodies walked out of the house wearing masks.
They held white paper lanterns, and none of them spoke, lowered their heads past the door of Chen Ge ’s old house, and stopped a dozen meters away.
The woman ’s cry became clearer, and the quirky village disguised itself.
The night seemed like mercury pouring down, the squeezing person was breathless, bleeding spots and stains appeared on the clean walls of the village, and the ground was covered with scratches and shovel marks.
What has happened in this village is a hundred times more **** and horrible than A Qing described. What he said should be only the part he knew.
A ghost wall has already been destroyed. A dilapidated shrine appears at the intersection of the streets, and next to this shrine is a large red coffin!
The shouting of the woman has stopped, and the deformed villagers stand in front of the ancestral hall, one by one like a puppet who has lost their souls, lowering their heads, holding a lantern, and no one speaks, the scene is deadly silent.
"Crunch ..."
The door of a two-story wooden building next to the ancestral hall was pushed open. The small building is the tallest building in the entire village, and it is also the best-preserved building.
There was a chill in the dark room. A few minutes later, a woman wearing a big red coat came out.
She was pale and her lips were purplish, like a frozen dead man.
Looking at all the villagers, the woman walked to the ancestral hall, bowed three times to the coffin, and spoke some local dialects in her mouth.
After her worship, several villagers walked out of the crowd with bamboo baskets.
The basket is covered with a cloth, and the cry of the baby is heard from under the cloth.
The women walked past them one by one, opened the cloth over the bamboo basket, and looked one by one.
When passing the fourth bamboo basket, the woman stayed for a while and Zhangkou said something.
The man who carried the fourth bamboo basket was A Qing wearing a mask. His long and short arms were trembling gently, as if the woman had said terrible things to him.
After watching all the children, the woman took out a pair of blood-stained scissors from her sleeves.
She stood beside the coffin and asked the first villager to place the bamboo basket in the center of the ancestral hall, and then entered the ancestral hall alone with scissors.
The door was closed, the baby was crying, the sign in the ancestral hall made a noise, all the villagers bowed their heads in despair, and only the red coffin at the door faintly laughed.