Yama Rising Chapter 795: : The current year (one)
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If life is just like seeing it at first?
Qin Ye didn't know. However, seeing these people still alive here, even knowing that they are not humans, still feels a little complicated.
No one wants this.
Flowers are blooming year after year, and after all, they have been wandering between this square inch for thousands of years. Once life was as hot as the rising sun, now...Who still remembers the moment when the sun rises and falls?
With a light sigh, he slowly walked over. This earth building that stayed in the 90s looked extremely quiet and serene. No one talked to him, and no one blocked him, as if he was a traveler of time.
There is no time to waste... Qin Ye took a deep breath and rushed towards the second floor quickly.
There is no blocking!
And... there are still many people living on the second floor. There are middle-aged women holding children, middle-aged men playing mahjong with cigarettes, and Liyuan people humming Cantonese opera. There are also many villagers who look numb and stare at the sky.
He didn't look much, and quickly turned into the third floor. There is also no obstruction, and on this floor, there are obviously more children, and you can even hear the occasional sound of reading from the school.
The school is not bad. There is no Yin Ling there.
Transferring to the school is an upward ladder.
The fourth floor... Qin Ye licked his lips. The last secret place of the Huang Family Tulou was in a territory that he had never set foot on... Without hesitation, he didn't know how long it would last outside, so he rushed up at full speed.
The fourth floor is very quiet.
Here, most of them are elderly people, some are playing chess, some are playing mahjong, there are not many people, there are only less than ten. Corresponding to the entire floor, it looks extremely empty.
This is it... Qin Ye took a deep breath several times, adjusted his energy to the best state, and squeezed the door handle tightly.
These are typical doors and windows in the 90s. Yellow wooden door with a window above. At the moment of grasping, in the void, countless yin spirits screamed and screamed. He tried several times, but the doorknob rattled in his hands, but the rear seemed to be locked by something and couldn't be opened at all.
"What's the matter?" He frowned, and at this moment, he suddenly heard a little voice.
Crunch...Crunch...
Who... is scratching the glass window with his nails, and the hairy sound reaches the bottom of my heart. He suddenly looked up, just above the window, with a disheveled head staring at him! The dark nails were gently scratching the window, and they had scratched out white marks.
Chu people are beautiful!
She has loose hair, her head twisted to an angle that no one can reach, her pitch-black mouth is wide open, and black and red blood fills the window. The whole face was stuck to the glass window, and his dead white eyes looked at the unexpected guest unblinkingly.
"The incident with the old corpse in the mountain village happened a hundred years ago, that is to say... In 1995, Chu Renmei had already appeared. She was sealed here? Yes... The first time she appeared, it was four Lou. Is the situation at that time completely restored here?" Qin Ye pursed his lips, took two steps back, and suddenly kicked it.
Boom! Most of the locks in the 1990s were not strong, and this kick directly kicked the door away, and at the same time, Qin Ye's Yin Qi rose to the extreme. Fu Junling dealt with the real beauty of Chu people in the outside world, he was not sure whether this "realistic phantom" could cause harm to himself.
The door fell to the ground with a roar, however, there was no beautiful figure inside. The face on the glass window disappeared, and just as he kicked the door open, the clouds in the sky flew away, and in a blink of an eye... it turned into night.
The old man is still playing chess and mahjong. As if turning a blind eye to all this.
"Oh..." A whine of Ruo Ruo Wu came from the room. Qin Ye waited for five seconds before he walked in solemnly.
Black.
Very dark.
The sky was densely covered with dark clouds, without the slightest light. I couldn't see my fingers in the room. A voice of resentment came from the depths of the darkness: "Lang is in joy, when his concubine is heartbroken... It is not easy to meet each other and it is not easy to separate, and the abandoned wife is late to regret now..."
The five senses in his whole body have been raised to the extreme. He squatted slightly, like an agile cheetah, slowly rubbing the door with his hand, looking for the light button.
This is human instinct-convenience. The light button cannot be too far away.
As soon as he touched the light button, a chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. Without hesitation, the chains in his sleeves flew, forming a web of cobwebs around him.
Nothing.
There is no feeling of chain hitting something at all. But... he dare to swear, when he touched the light button just now... he touched... the other hand!
In the darkness, who was by his side, touched the light with him!
"Fuck..." The so-called big horror is often not horrible, but some small things personally experienced in life that can make people go from the sky to the bottom of their feet.
The hand separates with him, and he gently turns on the light. Papa papa...a light shone in the darkness, and everything in the room clearly appeared in front of him. At the same time, he suddenly realized that behind him... there was a long shadow!
Boom! The sky was thundering and trembling, and the shadow was indeterminate. It was a woman with a lot of approval, raising her hands as if she was going to touch Qin Ye's cheeks.
Dang! Xunhunsuo shot directly back from Qin Ye's palm. But...the rear is still blank.
"Heh..." He sighed deeply, turned his head back suddenly, there was nothing behind him. But from the open door, the corridor... I don't know when it was empty.
Boom! While he was observing intently, the door he knocked over suddenly bounced from the ground and closed on the door. At the same time, there was a click of the lock.
There is dead silence.
"Widows and loneliness... not so good, right?" Qin Ye laughed mockingly, then looked at the room solemnly.
This floor was almost completely opened up—at least from where he looked, it became a circular room. The middle is isolated by an antique screen. In the area where he is, there are countless photos and paintings.
Most photos are blurry, 99% are black and white, only 1% are color, and the pixels are not high. But it's enough to see what's on it.
People.
All are people.
It's also a family portrait of the Huangjia Tulou, but they wear different clothes.
The original photo was in color, and there were hundreds of people on it. Wearing clothes from the 1980s and 1990s. Military uniforms, work clothes, cultural shirts that just became popular, etc. Expressionless, like a group of living dead... No, it's just a shot of a group of living dead.
In the middle, sitting in the middle is a middle-aged man, Qin Ye's eyes moved slightly, this man...he is very familiar.
Huang Jiansen.
He glanced at it once and walked to the second picture.
These photos are all posted on the wall, the spacing is not too big, at least there are hundreds of them. And this one, older than that, should be a photo from the 1960s and 1970s. It was almost entirely dressed in the green uniform of the sea soul shirt that was popular at that time, but... this is a black and white photo.
In the 1960s and 1970s, color photos were not promoted. The domestic color photos basically expanded rapidly during the 80-85 years. Around 80.81, large cities began to use color reversal film for shooting. At that time, color expansion equipment was rarely seen in China, and negative films were basically processed by hand. In 1984, 1985, color expansion spots in major cities across the country became common.
He glanced at him and was about to leave. He had just walked two steps before he was taken aback, then suddenly turned around.
No...
The number of people is wrong!
No
It's his memory, but... the other party is too obvious!
On the left side of the crowd, a woman with disheveled hair and a blue gown sits quietly on the side of the crowd with her hands on her knees.
"Chu people are beautiful...this is a supernatural photo!" Qin Ye gently rubbed his fingers at the beautiful figure in the photo, and muttered, "But...why?"
Chu people are beautiful... but sixty-six people were killed overnight, including those from the village and the engineering team. But the village...looking at this photo, she obviously accepted her! Because there was a stool just under the opponent's body, which was obviously placed for this ghost!
Why accept her?
Because... she is also a victim?
The answer is probably hidden on this floor... He put aside his doubts and continued on. There are more black-and-white photos ahead. Obviously, it has entered the era of the Republic of China. It is the same group of people, the beauty of Chu, and the same posture, as if they are telling the history they have traveled through and the vicissitudes of life witnessed.
They wore long gowns, some with melon hats, but their costumes changed, their hairstyles changed to Qing dynasty hairstyles, and they wore big braids. Others, even the seating position has not changed.
In the last of these black and white photos, he saw...the beauty of life.
"This should be around 1880...Seventh year of Guangxu..." Qin Ye sighed lightly. The reason why he believed that the other party was Chu Renmei was because the other party was still sitting in the same position, wearing a blue long gown. Still sitting in that chair.
He didn't dare to delay any longer and continued to look down, but the next step was portrait painting.
It was a sketch of the whole village, and the painter was very skilled and painted vividly.
In the Qing Dynasty, even black and white photos were not popular, no...not even at all. However, when Western sketches were introduced into China, the nobles in the court had their own masters of sketching. The folks are very rare. But as an entrance to the sea, the people of Fulin Road naturally have a way to find a painter. But...
Qin Ye's brows have been deeply furrowed, he backed a few steps, and looked at the pictures on the wall. The doubt in my heart is getting stronger.
"Where is the problem..." He had a strong sense of incongruity, but he didn't think of the problem for a while. Continue to step back: "Obviously it is a normal photo, I always feel that something is wrong...what is the problem?"
At this moment, his back suddenly stiffened.
Behind... I hit someone.
A cold human body, exuding a rancid smell. The human body is already stiff and the muscles are like rocks. And... a weird, short breath of "Uh uh uh..." sounded from the opponent's throat.
Swipe--! The sky and the earth spread out again, but just now it seemed like an illusion, there was nothing.
But when he turned his head, he suddenly found...In the photo, at the moment he turned his head, his beautiful posture changed!
She... is pointing at the location of the Central Village Chief, Huang Jiansen!
"Huang Jiansen..." Qin Ye blinked, and suddenly reacted, his eyes lit up: "That's right... That's it!"
"This is a record...For the living dead, this is more than just a photo, it is an ironclad evidence of how long they lived!"
"Like Li Zhensuk engraving the characters on her body, the other party changed the way. But as long as they look at these photos, even if they are suppressed by the balance talisman, they only have a century of memory, but as long as they are not fools, they can infer whether they live. How long has it been!"
"They... let themselves remember this hate, remember who made them like this! They did this deliberately... because of..."
He quickly ran towards the rear.
Because... these paintings are likely to have the true identity of the instigator!
Hidden in... the original painting!
They don’t want it, they don’t want it, they don’t want to! Even if they die, they have to drag each other to the funeral!