My House of Horrors

“There are other outsiders?” Chen Gong's main purpose in entering the village was to find Fan Yu and Jiangjing. At this time, he was inspired to hear from other outsiders.

“Before you came, two children accidentally entered the village because they were lost.” A Qing recalls: “A man and a woman, a boy is thin, not tall, a girl looks only four or five years old, like a porcelain doll, very cute. ”

“Fan Yu and Jiangbei!” Chen Song became more certain of his speculation when he heard Qing's description.

He grabbed Qing's vest: “Where are they now? Take me to them! ”

“I'm afraid not.” A Qing tried to take Chan's hand away, but several times, he found the man in front of him who didn't seem to have much muscle, surprisingly powerful: “The two children were seen by other villagers as soon as they entered the village, then Zhu surname woman appeared, personally arranged a place for them, and took the girl away. ”

“Jiangbei was taken?” Chen Song was stunned.

“I was also surprised to hear that Zhu women were planning to have girls come to the sacrifice as well, the first time in decades that an outsider had come to the sacrifice.” Qing struggled for half a day and finally gave up, leaving Chen Song to grab his shoulder and grin his painful teeth.

“You don't think that woman saw Jiangbei's birth? She's going to give Jiangbei to the ghost too?” Chen Gong pondered: “Zhu Xinzhou is right next to Jiangling. He will definitely not sit around and watch Jiangling get hurt. There are only two possibilities, Zhu women have a way to suppress Zhu Xinzhou, or Jiangling voluntarily participated in the sacrifice. ”

Fan Yu left Chen Song two words on the painting - go home, they should go back to Live Coffin Village tonight for a reason, coincidentally the Weird Talk Society also started on the same day and put the target on Jiangbei.

Everything is interwoven in a dot, and the source of the secret lies in a living coffin village.

“In addition to being careful about the natives of the living coffin village, be careful about talking about associations. ”

Chen Guo loosened his hand and patted Qing's shoulder gently: “If possible, try to bring the skinny little boy out. ”

“Understood.” A Qing rubbed his shoulder: “When the sacrifice begins, the whole village will be affected. The ghost wall will be destroyed automatically, and what is usually sleeping in various corners will wake up. You will see the unknown side of the village. ”

He spoke quickly and looked out constantly as he spoke: "There are too many dead people in the village, too much pubic energy, which breeds all kinds of evil. They will wake up slowly with the sacrifice. You must be careful not to provoke them, steal the children and leave immediately. ”

“With all this talk, where are we going to steal the kids? ”

“The sacrifice begins with the hall in the center of the village, where all the children will be placed, and the team will go to the well where the ghost committed suicide. All you need to do is enter the hall when the sacrifice team leaves and find a baby with copper money around his neck and take him away. ”

Qing said that there had been a pause here for a while, and he hesitated to take a cloth out of his pocket: “The interior of the village is very complicated. Some roads hide ghosts and monsters at the end of the road. If you want to go out, follow the route on this cloth. ”

He handed Chen Gong a cloth with all kinds of lines: "Be sure to take my children with you! ”

After a few words of admonition, A Qing hurriedly left. Chen Song looked at the cloth in his hand. Above is a schematic of the living coffin village. More than twenty places in the whole village were struck with red forks.

“How could he be so assured that he would hand over the map to us in advance and not be afraid that we would run away without his children?” Master Bai took the map and studied it for a while. The more he looked at it, the more he was shocked. He went to many of these places when he was young, but they were all in the daytime.

Chen Song shook his head: “This man planned for a long time and would not make such a low-level mistake. This is most likely a fake map. The real map is estimated on the male infant. ”

In a few words, the streets outside have changed.

The white paper lanterns were all extinguished, the village was completely overshadowed by darkness, the doors of a house were pushed open in silence, and a woman's voice sounded in the night.

She seems to be shouting a name, trying to wake something up.

A door was pushed open, footsteps sounded in the street, and a villager with a deformed body walked out of the house wearing a mask.

They were carrying blank paper lanterns and no one spoke, drooling their heads down and passing through the doors of the old house where Chen Gong was located, parked more than a dozen meters away.

The woman's cry became clearer and clearer, and this strange village removed its disguise.

The night seemed as if the mercury had fallen and the pressure on the people could not breathe, bleeding spots and stains appeared on the clean walls of the village, and the ground was filled with traces of scratching and sweeping.

What happened in this village is a hundred times more bloody and horrible than what Qing described, and he should be the only part he knows.

The ghost wall had long been destroyed, and an old shrine appeared at the intersection of the streets, next to which a large red coffin was erected!

The woman's cry had stopped, the villagers with deformities stood in front of the temple, a puppet who seemed to have lost his soul, lowered his head, held the lantern, no one spoke, the scene was a dead silence.

“Creaking...”

The door to a two-storey wooden building next to the shrine was pushed open, the tallest building in the entire village and the best preserved.

There was a chill in the pitch-black room, and a few minutes later, a woman in a big red coat came out.

Her face was pale and her lips purple, like a frozen dead man.

The eyes swept through all the villagers, and the woman walked to the hall and worshipped the coffin three times, speaking some local dialects.

When she was finished, several villagers walked out of the crowd with a bamboo basket.

The basket was covered with a layer of cloth and a baby's cry came from under the cloth.

Women walked past them in turn, lifted the cloth covered in bamboo baskets and were looked at.

After passing the fourth bamboo basket, the woman stayed for a while and said something openly.

The man with the fourth bamboo basket, Qing in the mask, was shaking slightly with one or two long arms, apparently because the woman said something terrible to him.

After watching all the children, the woman took a bloody scissors out of her sleeve.

She stood next to the coffin and asked the first villager to place the bamboo basket in the center of the temple, then went into the temple alone with scissors.

The door closed, the baby was crying, the cards in the hall sounded, all the villagers lowered their heads in despair, only in the red coffin at the door, hidden laughter.