Here Lies The Wicked

Looking at the villagers and laughing, nailing the human body into a "scarecrow", the practitioners on the roof looked bad.

This is no good, simple, helpful villager!

This is a bunch of psychopathic lunatics!

In the rice fields, more bodies began to be found by the villagers, all without exception, nailed to the blood of "scarecrows”, looking extremely bloody and cruel.

And these bodies, they're all practitioners who got into the field yesterday by mistake.

More than a dozen people.

Turns out, the “scarecrows” that were inserted in the fields were not scarecrows, but corpses of people who had traditionally died in the rice fields where they ate people.

However, because it was too far apart to see clearly, everyone, including Fang, subconsciously took the doll form nailed to the field as a scarecrow.

People see dolls dressed like human beings in croplands, and they usually become scarecrows at first sight.

And there are more than twenty practitioners who have traditionally died in the fields!

Too many!

Farther afield than you can see, there's more!

The so-called peaceful life of peaches is nothing but a strange world of eaters deliberately decorated with powder!

There's no real source of peaches in this world.

It was just the naïve imagination of the beginning and the obscuration of the imagination.

Under the mask hidden in this calm world, great terror is slowly being revealed.

“If they can see the bodies, why can't they see us? Must be pretending not to see us! Yeah, that's right, it must be a fake! ”

“But if they pretend they can't see us, what exactly is their purpose? ”

Watching the villagers behave strangely, more and more people began to riot and discuss, and everyone looked gloomy and heavy.

The national practitioners, who had treated the villagers in good faith, began to show their harshness, one by one.

“Humph! There's no reason why these villagers should be crazy! Only a lunatic would see a corpse so excited, and say it's funny to nail the corpse as a 'scarecrow' to get rid of birds and boars! But there are only dead people here. Where are birds, boars, not a bunch of hypocritical lunatics? ”

Others say that villagers are a bunch of mad grudgers after death and cannot interpret their behavioral logic with ordinary people's minds.

However, there are other voices for discussion in the crowd.

“I don't think these villagers are necessarily faking it. This is a world of dead people under huge graves, so dead people can only see dead people, don't be too surprised, right? ”

This view was echoed by more people.

“Makes sense. ”

“I don't think these villagers look fake, either. It's impossible for a whole village to pretend like this, right? Even if they're grudges, not people, they're perfectly disguised. ”

The differences between the two sides were half the number, and it was only right to feel that one's analysis was the right one.

“At present, these villagers have no malice towards us, and their interest in corpses, merely nailed to farmland as‘ scarecrows', has not developed into evil corpse-eating or special preferences. Whether they can see us or not, as long as these villagers do not proactively engage us, we will not proactively engage these villagers to avoid unexpected changes. ”

“Yes, no mistake, don't move the core issue! We're going to safely into the mountains, as long as these villagers can really open the way for us, whether they can see us or not, and what they're going to do with the bodies! Don't let anyone proactively mess with these villagers, or we'll be enemies! ”

Soon after that, these people from different interest groups, people with ghost births, unified their thoughts, and now the most important thing is to find a way into the mountains, the others are secondary.

During this period, the parties have not participated in the discussions.

Because his eyes were always on the old man who came from the same house as him, he intended to look for the details, the blossoms, his face with a constant indulgence.

At this time, the old man, like a very ordinary crop man, bent over to harvest food facing the dull ends of the loess. The fields cleared after the village are also getting longer and longer...

The convergence of practitioners began to grow, and everyone looked excited.

Just as Fang was carefully observing the actions of the old villagers, there were confusing voices and interrupted Fang's thinking.

Fang was just looking in the direction of the arguing voice, but the next second, his face was a little strange.

It was actually the three people who were touched by the big stone on the square chest during the day. At this moment, the nose and face were swollen with the partner tissue, and they were being questioned by one person on the roof.

“Have you seen a man who behaves strangely and likes to touch porcelain with a big, crushed stone in his chest? ”

These people are looking for Fang Zheng.

What? What?

I think you guys are weird!

Touch porcelain with a big stone in your chest. Are you sure you're not here to tell a cold joke?

Just when these people are still looking...

“Ah!”

No sign, a scream, like a broken mirror, broke the peace of the village.

What the hell is going on?

Everyone thought that there had been mutilations between practitioners, but it turns out that things were not so simple, only the villagers who had harvested crops on farmland outside the village, all abandoned their farm work and rushed back to the village.

Only then did you know that the previous scream came not from among them, but from the villagers in the village.

Immediately look serious.

Is the plot finally about to start?

The villagers rushed back to the village, as if they were looking for something in the village, but overnight, the villagers did not find what they were looking for.

Until the last dawn, the villagers raised their faces and abandoned their search, hurrying back to their homes to sleep.

Boom!

The villagers locked the gates.

The moon rises at sunset.

Outside the village, a slice of rice had been cut down, but it was finally restored to its original state. It was not easy to emerge on the Upper Mountain Road, and once again it was submerged in the golden sea.

Seeing the road disappear, the practitioners left behind blew up the pot! What the hell is going on with these villagers and why are they so nervous when they hear screams? And seems afraid of the day?

“Could it be that these villagers are not afraid of the day, but of the night after dark?” Faced with this unexpected scenario, the rest of us began discussing and exchanging information.

“You know, the living habits of these villagers are just the opposite of the living. In their eyes the night is the day, the day is the night, they are afraid to enter the village after the ‘night’! ”

This conjecture was quickly confirmed by the majority as the closest conjecture to the truth.

“Damn it! The road into the mountains has appeared, all of these grudges suddenly ran back to the village, nothing happened again!” Someone scolded angrily.

“Could it be that scream we heard was the key to the plot?” Others speculated.