Yama Rising Chapter 782: : Old locust tree

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Huang Baokun had some unexpected questions from Qin Ye, but he still answered: "Huang Jiansen, this generation of village chief."

Qin Ye nodded and stood up: "I'll take a step first. There may be other things to ask you for help."

Li Zhenshu smiled and held up the coffee cup: "I'm quite happy. Don't plan to rest for a while? That kind of place... I'm afraid you will sleep in fear?"

Qin Ye shrugged, and after stepping out the door, it turned into a yin wind and disappeared. Ten minutes later, he had appeared inside the Huangjia Tulou.

It's still a huge locust tree, it's still a deadly corridor, it's still the sky full of cold clothes rustling, and the earth building at night carries a particularly depressing silence. It seemed that the slightest sound made by him would provoke impermanence in the dark.

Quan Jinghao looked around with great vigilance. He was afraid that Chu Renmei would appear again, and Liu Changmin was also on guard as if he was facing an enemy. Qin Ye gently brushed his fingers along the wall: "Don't be afraid, she will only appear once a night."

"The first night, six hours in the evening, there was so much time later, she never showed up again...Did you smell anything?"

Kwon Jinghao relaxed a little, sniffed, and said uncertainly: "Scent?"

It is indeed a fragrance, a very strong fragrance.

It is a natural floral fragrance without any additives. Everyone looked at the locust tree in the courtyard.

This was the first time they observed the Huangjia Tulou at night. Under the moonlight, all the weird blood red locust flowers of the locust tree bloomed. Originally, the scent of the locust tree was light and light, as if it had been washed by rain. There is also a slight sweetness, not strong fragrance. But now... this huge locust tree has a fascinating fragrance, like a rose blooming at midnight.

This is definitely not the fragrance of Sophora japonica.

Qin Ye took the lead to walk towards the courtyard. I turned on the phone lighting, looked around in the underground, shook my head, and gently touched the trunk: "There are no petals, but there are a lot of fallen leaves. This shouldn't be. According to natural rules, it is impossible to have no petals... step back! "

The last two words suddenly raised their voices, and the three of them stepped back together. At the moment of leaving, the trunk of the old locust tree... fluctuated like the surface of the water!

"Oh ...... ah ah ah ah ......" As soon as people whine heart pulling up, the trunk ...... actually raised a humanoid face!

It looked like a man, very thin, with his mouth wide open, his expression extremely painful. And... more than this one!

The whole tree, like a blown up balloon, showed painful human faces under the blood-red lanterns around it. In just ten seconds, the whole courtyard was full of wailing. They seemed to want to break free, desperately twisting and shaking, but they couldn't leave the trunk at all.

Under the moonlit night, a hundred ghosts are crying, the dead attic, the blood-red flames... all this makes people stand up!

Qin Ye has become accustomed to big scenes, except that Chu Renmei's appearance scared him, but these dead objects really didn't scare him. He dignifiedly looked at it face by face, and then stopped suddenly: "Look, these faces are... familiar or not?"

In front of him, it was Huang Xiaoqing's face!

The trunk is twisted like human skin, and her face is like flesh and blood under the skin, howling in pain and struggling desperately. It's like a tree tumor that has come alive. Incomparable.

"This is the woman you saw during the day." Quan Jinghao took a closer look and nodded: "My lord...what's going on?"

Look up, not only Huang Xiaoqing, but the entire village's faces are on this tree! Some are still alive in the Huangjia Tulou, and the other part they have never seen.

Qin Ye didn't speak, as there were more and more questions in his mind.

Someone has detained these souls here, who is it? Is this person the wicked soul? Why would he do this?

Is Chu Renmei possessing herself to kill this person?

He felt very close to the answer, but also far away. The front was blurry, and after a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Find Huang Jiansen first, then speak."

He looked up at the dark sky: "He signed the contract for the construction of the Huangjia Tulou in the 1990s, and it was completely stopped here in the 1990s... The signing time was in 1995. This shows that in 1995, Huang The home village can also go in and out freely. So... in the middle of 1995 to 2000, something drastic must have happened that made Huangjia Village what it is now."

"Why are these five years?" Quan Jinghao is inexplicable: "What if it is 05? What about 03,04? How do you judge it is 00?"

Qin Ye shook his wrist, gently rubbed the bracelet in his palm, walked towards the corridor with his hand under his hand, and said lightly: "A residential area will not be without young people. For example, the t-shirt we saw before we came in is 90 It was worn by young people who pursued trends in the late years. And through our observations in the past two days, there are not many young people in the building."

He glanced at Quan Jinghao: "They will automatically chase the trend, but in 1999, Hallyu...oh, it was the first generation of Hallyu, HOT, Shinhwa, etc. into China. There are many streets and alleys. It is their figure and the further diversification of clothing. Near the millennium, even Huaguo townships have been affected by this wind. If it were in 2000, it would be impossible not to see Hallyu-related clothing here. But now ...Nothing."

Korean Wave is an important symbol of Chinese popular culture. Even... can be called a node of positioning time.

This is the benefit of fragmented knowledge in life. You will never think about when you will use some knowledge that you have heard.

He lightly drew his hand across the corridor railing: "I even think it is the problem that occurred in the three years from 1995 to 98."

At this moment, he suddenly stopped.

We're in the corridor on the first floor again...The terrifying staircase is on their right. And... just now, coming from the stairs... some slight noise.

Boom...Boom...

That was... the sound of a ball.

Qin Ye narrowed his eyes and took out his phone to check.

Four o'clock in the morning.

There are still sixty minutes from the moment of the demon at five o'clock, the last darkness before dawn.

The pitch-black corridor and the monotonous and boring sound of bounces became the only sound in this darkness. He raised his eyebrows and walked over.

"My lord!" Quan Jinghao and Liu Changmin immediately walked in front: "You, do you really want to go up?"

"Just take a look." Qin Ye gently moved the bracelets, and the Yin Qi in his whole body had risen to the peak. The last time I came here, many supernatural events, this was to warn him, it is not the time to go up.

But this time, no.

Just as he stepped onto the first step of the ladder, a bit of icy cold suddenly rose from the surroundings. A cyan yin air rushed down from the second floor like a tide. With Ruoyouruowu's wailing and crying, as if... stepping on the road of Yin and Yang.

He didn't move, but waited for five seconds. Nothing happened.

Can you go up by yourself?

He looked around in a pensive manner, and questions came to his mind.

Why?

Did you survive the next night?

Or did you see the pool of beautiful corpses of Chu people today?

Or... Did you know about Huang Jiansen? Still...

...See the true face of the big locust tree at night?

I don't know... He took a deep breath and stepped on it solemnly.

The more you go up, the lower the temperature, just a dozen stairs, and the temperature is already close to zero. He turned the corner and was about to go up, but suddenly stopped.

When you turn this corner, you can already see part of the second floor. It is very high, about five meters. But... here, there is a voice.

The clear, suppressed, monotonous bounce sound is getting closer and closer to them. The unknown horror is like a big hand holding on to the heart, causing Qin Ye's breathing to be a little short. From the first floor came the blood-red light, which was beaten by the swaying ancient locust tree into ten thousand spots of light, which was uncertain.

It was like darkness suddenly lit up.

It's like **** that goes out instantly.

Tick...At this moment, Qin Ye only felt cold in his hands. Something... dripped on the back of his hand.

He lifted it up and looked at it, a piece of chicken skin on the back of his hand. That is... blood.

Black and red blood.

Something... just above them, quietly, unblinking, straight... watching them go from the first floor to the second floor.

His Adam's apple moved lightly, his right hand was already pressed on the order of the palace, and then he suddenly raised his head.

On the corridor from the second floor to the third floor, I don’t know when, rows of naked and pale children of five or six years old, sticking out their heads from the gap in the stair railing, smiling with their mouths open, dead Stare at him!

They look exactly the same, their bodies are as pale as powder, but their eyes are pure black. The heads were tilted to sixty degrees, maintaining the same smile. Black and red blood flowed from the gap between the teeth, dripping down, each dead white hand, grasping the railing with the left hand, and the right hand... he was about to touch the top of his head!

"One...to...play..."

With a hoarse childish voice, Qin Ye's throat tightened and immediately left the place. But at this moment, at the corner of the second floor, suddenly there was a slap...

Click... a hand, gently pressed on the corner, and then... a tall figure finally appeared in their eyes on this suffocating night.

It's very tall, more than two meters in length. Wearing a hat, the hat is covered with yellow talisman paper, holding a broken oil paper umbrella. He is wearing colorful clothes, which are entirely made up of pieces of cloth, which are draped in a mess.

And what he took in his hands...was a human head!

The head of a boy, there is no blood, only messy yellow hair caused by malnutrition. And a two-meter-tall giant, with the same sound in his mouth, murmured: "Big rabbit is sick, two rabbits, three rabbits buy medicine, four rabbits boil..."

"Five rabbits are dead, six rabbits are carried, seven rabbits are digging holes, eight rabbits are buried..."

Sha Sha Sha... The dense branches and leaves of the old locust tree are like countless ghosts in the dark night, with this scene of monsters scalping people, even Liu Changmin trembles slightly.

It's so weird... it's far beyond the third tunnel he's been in.

This is not pure horror, but a repressive, unknown, even feeling behind me... as if someone is watching me all the time...horror.

The monster's feet did not move, and its body floated straight forward. But just as he passed the corridor, he suddenly stopped.

The ball was still patted monotonously, but the head was like a robot. Kakaka turned around and looked straight at Qin Ye: "Living people..."

"Big brother... accompany... me to play? OK?"

Qin Ye smiled: "Okay."

"You come down or I go up?"