Chapter 623 Deserted Village under the Moon
Wu Xian stepped onto a small path.
There are lush woods on both sides of the road. Before the disaster, this place must have been lush and full of vitality. It must have been quite pleasant to walk on the road stepping on the leaves.
But now all the trees have lost their leaves, the branches are growing in strange and twisted shapes, and are covered with inch-long thorns. It is simply a horrible thorn forest.
It was fine near the intersection, but the trees grew better and better as you went further in, until the road was half blocked. Wu Xian could only carefully squeeze through the gaps.
Tear!
The sound of clothes tearing was heard, and the clothes on Wu Xian's shoulders were torn by sharp spikes.
There were spikes all around, and acting rashly would only result in more injuries, so Wu Xian maintained his posture, turned his head slightly, and saw an extra wound on his shoulder.
The wound was not deep but some blood flowed out. However, Wu Xian did not feel any pain at all.
"It seems that there should be toxins similar to anesthetics on these spikes. If you dive in, you may not feel any pain until you are stabbed to death by the spikes..."
After realizing this, Wu Xian acted even more cautiously.
After walking for a distance, the bushes became so dense that they could not easily pass through, so Wu Xian broke off a slightly flat branch, pulled out the thorns on it, and used it to whip the thorny branches.
The good news is that these branches are brittle and will break if hit hard enough.
The bad news was that every time a branch broke, a large amount of blood-like substance would spray out. This liquid was unavoidable and soon covered Wu Xian's body.
But Wu Xian has been protecting his face all the time.
In this dream, the most important thing is the face, and he must always be vigilant against the ghost-faced man "painting" on his face.
After walking for a distance, Wu Xian saw a village. A look of joy appeared on his face. He was about to speed up to go to the village to take a look, when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
call……
Something was blowing towards his neck!
The only living creatures in this dream should be Wu Xian and the ghost-faced man, so there is almost no need to guess who the thing blowing is.
Wu Xian stood there stiffly for two seconds, then suddenly turned around and saw that strange face facing him, less than ten centimeters away, and it was grinning at him!
Faced with this situation, Wu Xian did not panic. He immediately took a deep breath.
The ghost-faced man kept smiling strangely, and when Wu Xian opened his mouth, he quickly squatted on the ground. He had already seen Wu Xian's foul breath, so how could he be hit by the same trick again?
However, this time, what Wu Xian exhaled was not breath, but saliva!
The saliva, which carried the filthy power, just fell on the ghost-faced man below. The filthy power made the ghost-faced man feel uncomfortable all over and he couldn't stop twitching.
Wu Xian took advantage of this opportunity, pulled out a syringe, and suddenly stabbed it into the ghost-faced man's body, injecting a tube of black dog blood into it!
Hiss, hiss!
The ghost-faced man let out a low scream, as if there was a subwoofer hidden in his throat. White smoke came out of his body and he rolled on the ground.
This thing is an evil spirit summoned by the guiding messenger from the world where Wu Xian is, with the purpose of transforming the lost people into evil spirits.
For ordinary people who have lost their homeland, the evil spirits that come from within themselves are a hopeless existence that cannot be resisted. However, Wu Xian is not an ordinary person who has lost his homeland. He is also a family member who has experienced many blessed places!
It was easy to deal with such a thing that was not even a big ghost. However, Wu Xian did not want to kill him for the time being, because killing him might end this dream, so Wu Xian launched another aggressive attack, stepped on the ghost-faced man's face, and then protected his head, waving the stick randomly, and rushed towards the thorn bush.
This action caused Wu Xian to suffer many minor wounds on his body, but it also saved him a lot of time. If he stayed there and moved forward slowly, he would be entangled by the ghost-faced man again, so it would be better to be more discrete.
The ghost-faced man with white smoke coming out of his body stopped when he saw Wu Xian running out of the thorny jungle, and just stared at him with cold eyes.
It seems that this evil spirit also has a range of activities.
After walking out of the jungle, Wu Xian stopped.
Before my eyes was a village that seemed to be immersed in a dark red curtain, with collapsed roofs, cracked walls, blood dripping from the air-conditioning unit, strange mosses like blood vessels crawling on the car, and two shriveled carcasses of yellow cattle standing in the livestock shed near the village entrance.
On the flat ground at the entrance of the village, there was a stage. The stage was a little crowded, and all the members of the troupe were standing on the stage, maintaining the posture of singing.
"These troupe members should be the ones who forced the ghost-faced man to paint a ghost face. They also sacrificed one person to save the others..."
"Well, at least they left the body intact."
If you look closely, you can see that there is dried blood under the feet of these troupe members, and something has pierced their bodies, fixing their postures.
Wu Xian did not go up to the stage to take a closer look, because he found that there were obviously several empty seats on the stage. Those empty seats should have been where evil spirits were hidden, but for some reason, they did not appear in this dream.
But this does not mean that the stage is safe. What is not in the dream is only the evil spirits, and some traps set by the evil spirits may still exist.
In the end, Wu Xian just picked up a spear next to the stage to explore the way and continued searching in the village.
There were no living people in the entire village. Occasionally, some scratches could be seen on the ground and walls. Looking at those scratches, Wu Xian could almost imagine how these people struggled when they died...
He pushed open a few doors and found that in every room, there was a tombstone. This tombstone was not made of stone or wood, but was made by a person. The whole person was squeezed into the shape of a tombstone and then fixed to the ground with spikes...
As for the remaining members of the family, they died in various ways: some were lying, some were hanging, some were buried, some were broken into pieces...
It seems that the ones who attacked the village should be a group of evil spirits, but among this group of evil spirits, there is one who has absolute authority. Only after he has built a tombstone can the other evil spirits take action.
But that’s not what Wu Xian wanted to know. What he wanted was text or picture information that could tell him what exactly happened in this world!
Wu Xian searched the entire village for newspapers and cell phones, but the villagers here had no habit of subscribing to newspapers, and the cell phones could not be turned on. The village radio room and the village chief's room were filled with bloody slime mold, and he was unable to obtain any useful information.
In the second half of the search, Wu Xian suddenly noticed that there was a courtyard that was completely different from the others.
Wu Xian said to himself in slight surprise: "It seems that there are still some smart people in this village..."
This yard looked much more tragic than any other place. There were bloodstains all over the walls, pieces of rotten meat in the middle of the yard, and white bones nailed to the ground.
But Wu Xian could tell at a glance that these things were not created by evil spirits, but were illusions created by humans!
Perhaps the owner of this house had discovered the signs of abnormality early on, so he made preparations in advance, and finally used these arrangements to deceive the evil spirits and survive the early stages of the disaster...
So Wu Xian stepped into the house with great anticipation and found a secret cellar in the utility room on the first floor.
In the cellar, I found a diary and opened it to read.
(End of this chapter)
