The big ghosts in the grave appeared at the same time, and they seemed to have noticed something.
Paper money was flying, and the old village chief, who had his head lowered, gently pressed his third son's shoulders. After he calmed down, he pushed the cart containing the tributes and stepped forward alone.
Like a servant, he placed the offerings on the cart in front of the shrines, bowing his head and looking humble and pitiful.
"Fu Sheng, you should know that this is not what we want." A neutral voice came from the shrine with fallen butterflies. The voice was neither sad nor joyful, making people both scared and attracted: "We
I have given you too many opportunities, but you always put them off again and again. Now the night can no longer hold back, and the newborn ghost wants to come out."
"Give me some more time, and I will convince the people in the city to volunteer..."
"You can't do it!" Before the old village chief could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted by another voice. A human face emerged from the mass of flesh and blood, and it stared at the old village chief coldly: "It's time to end.
, we will give you one last chance, will you choose to become a ghost? Or continue to be a human being?"
The gray-haired old village chief seemed to have expected this day to come, and the expression on his face was extremely painful.
Becoming a ghost means that he can no longer leave the big tomb at will. He will lose contact with the ground, and it also means that he will become a member of this big tomb.
But if he continues to be a human being, not only will he not be able to leave tonight, he will also not be able to protect those he wants to protect.
"Fu Sheng, think about your past. How did those people treat you in the past? Think back to your life, your terrible childhood, your student days when you were treated as a patient and constantly tested for medicine, and how you grew up full of
Living in a deceitful and betrayal environment, it was those people on the ground who made you look like this! It was they who made you desperate and painful! It was they who imposed all the unbearable things on you!" The gorgeous butterfly wings flapped gently,
That voice told the truth of what had happened: "There are five managers in Grave Village. The reason why I agree with you as the final village chief is because you have suffered a despair that even surprised me."
"I..." The wrinkles on the village chief's face became more and more obvious, and he was still struggling internally.
Each of the big ghosts became a little impatient, and the beasts roared. The beasts turned into negative emotions jumped down from the shrine, and the whole passage was trembling.
"How about I ask your child to persuade you." The black statue with a thousand arms opened its eyes and looked at the carpenter, the second son of the old village chief.
"Dad, my body has been severely alienated. I should not be able to continue to be a human being." The carpenter untied the cloth strips wrapped around his arms and tore off his shirt. Black blood vessels were beating in the skin below his chest.
There were several huge wounds on the back that could not be healed. It seemed that arms had grown out of them, but they were chopped off by him.
"No, we should remain neutral! Neither favoring humans nor ghosts!" The eldest son grabbed the village chief's arm. When he said this, the eyes of the big ghost in the grave were filled with murderous intent.
Neither humans nor ghosts like neutral grave villages.
"Your second son can no longer be a human being. If you still can't make up your mind, then we can make your eldest son and third son unable to be a human being." The voice in the Butterfly Shrine became vicious and vicious, and a terrifying pressure enveloped it.
The old village chief and his children.
The Yin Qi in the big tomb penetrated into the bodies of several people, and except for the old village chief, the others began to experience varying degrees of alienation.
The process of alienation was very painful, and everyone held back their voices, but everyone could hear the sound of each other's bones and flesh being torn and reassembled.
"Don't think you can escape. If you don't make a choice, this place will become a grave for you." The big ghosts in the shrines did not give the old village chief a chance and forced him to make a decision.
Time passed and the yin energy accumulated. When the youngest third son fell to the ground and black blood vessels appeared on his face, the silent village chief finally spoke.
"I know what you want." The old village chief stood up straight and looked up at the several shrines in front of him: "I am willing to be a ghost."
"You should have done this a long time ago. It's not us who pushed you to this point, but the living people on the ground who clearly enjoy everything but are still not satisfied!" A smile appeared on the face blurred in flesh and blood: "Big Tomb
There are countless despairs and causal loops from the ground. It's time for those guys to pay the price. Death will be their best penance."
"After you become a ghost, you can't go back." The voice in the butterfly shrine rang again. It kept forcing the village chief before he agreed. After the village chief agreed, it felt that the village chief agreed too quickly and felt that there was something wrong.
question.
Butterfly Shrine has always been suspicious, but because the other big ghosts didn't raise any questions, Butterfly Shrine didn't stop him too much, except that the gorgeous butterfly wings became a little dim.
The old village chief pushed the cart containing the tributes and led his three sons through the center of the shrine. Under the watchful eyes of the evil spirits, they walked towards the deepest part of the big tomb.
The evil spirit on the shrine followed them for a long time, and several people heard the sound of water dripping.
Looking in the direction of the sound, they discovered a huge corpse in the deep darkness.
All the negative emotions and despair fell on the corpse. It seemed human but not human, as if it appeared because of people, but it hated people extremely.
"This is the first ghost buried in the grave."
The big ghosts on the shrine are much weaker than this corpse, and their appearance seems to be related to this first ghost.
"This year's grave opening ceremony is really interesting." The flesh-and-blood human face stared at the old village chief: "Let's get started."
Trapped by several big ghosts, the old village chief had no choice. He took out a knife from his arms and climbed onto the corpse with his children.
The small figure moved little by little to the corpse's heart, and the old village chief clenched the knife. After actually reaching this point, he was under tremendous pressure and pain in his heart.
"I am your adopted child. You gave me my life in the first place. It doesn't matter if I give it back to you now. I have made money in vain for twenty years, and I have lived very happily in these twenty years." The youngest third son
Without too many worries, he wanted to be the first to take action, but the carpenter snatched the knife from the old village chief's hand first.
"My body has been highly alienated, so I should do it first." The carpenter was very decisive and stabbed the special knife into his heart.
Black veins crawled up the carpenter's body, and his beating heart fell from his chest and merged with the heart of the first ghost.
At that moment, the carpenter's body began to completely alienate, and he seemed to have some special connection with the huge corpse.
Yin energy and various negative emotions actively rushed towards the carpenter's body. His skin was torn, his face was completely disfigured, and he completely turned into a monster!
After tearing off the black blood vessels growing out of the corpse, the reason in the carpenter's eyes gradually dissipated, and his soul and will exuded a unique smell. His deformed arms waved gently, as if he could control a certain negative emotion in the tomb.
"It's my turn." The middle-aged man picked up the knife that fell to the ground and looked into the dark abyss like a poet.
The tip of the knife penetrated the skin and stabbed into the heart. The severe pain of gouging out the heart was simply not something a normal person could bear.
Blood spattered on his clothes, and the paint all over his body eventually turned to blood.
The vibrant heart, as well as the extremely clean blood, all fell into the mire and darkness, merging with the heart of the corpse.
The middle-aged man had a sad smile on his face. He looked like he was crazy. He looked at the body that was rapidly deforming, as if he were looking at a painting washed away by floods.
The youngest third son also reached for the knife, but before he touched it, the knife was already grabbed by the old village chief: "Don't forget what you should do."
"I remember……"
"Actually, I also hope that you can live a normal life, but... I'm sorry." The old village chief held the knife and stood up. He looked levelly at the big ghosts who owned the shrines: "Since I have decided to bear everyone's despair,
Then we have to carry them until the end."
The blade pierced the heart, and blood gushed out. The old village chief seemed to have opened a certain seal, and the alienation that had been suppressed before completely broke out!
Various horrific visions appeared all around. The old village chief's heart did not merge with the corpse. Instead, he absorbed some kind of power from the huge corpse.
"I hate the world and all the people who have hurt me, but if I am like you evil ghosts, what is the difference between me and the murderers who have hurt me?"
Despair that could compete with the entire abyss overflowed from the old village chief's mind. His body became completely deformed, and the degree of alienation even exceeded that of all the big ghosts present!
The most painful despair has been fermenting in the village chief's mind, mixed with the suffering of each box owner, and finally formed a terrifying force.
"Fu Sheng! What do you want to do!"
The Thousand-Hand Statue was the closest to the village chief, and it was the first to be attacked by the village chief. Its hands, stained by human emotions and desires, were cut off, and cracks appeared on its shrine.
"What I want to do is very simple. Kill you ghosts in the grave and destroy this big grave that accumulates despair!"
The village chief made his final choice. The box hidden deep in his mind was opened, and an extremely complex divine pattern appeared on his severely alienated body. He was the most desperate person in the real and illusory worlds, and also
A ghost who can turn all despair into strength.
"Follow the plan!" The middle-aged man who turned into a ghost pushed the young man carrying the baby and the black package away, trying to send him out, but as he climbed up, the butterfly's wings flickered slightly, and Dream
The dust turned into a ghost and blocked their way.
"Take the baby and leave! Don't look back!" The middle-aged man's alienation became more and more serious. He could not stay rational. After sending his third son away for the last time, he fought with the butterfly.
The middle-aged man held back the butterfly, the old village chief fought against the remaining ghosts in the tomb alone, and the second son, the carpenter, was still hesitant.
A few seconds later, the carpenter rushed towards his third son, seemingly chasing him, but actually escorting him.
Each of the three children of the old village chief has his own mission. If one of them goes wrong, the old village chief's plan will fail.
"elder brother!"
The youngest third son has never experienced such a terrifying thing. He has been protected by his father and brother. Now he has to go on his own and fight his way out of the tomb full of ghosts.
"Can't stop, can't stop!"
Avoiding ghosts and ghosts, carrying the curse and severe pain, the third son, escorted by the carpenter, ran towards the exit of the big tomb.
After paying a heavy price, when they finally could see the exit, loud noises came from inside the pit, the "medicine" provided by the living people outside the city was detonated, and most of the passages were blocked.
"Don't be afraid. If you keep climbing up, you will definitely take your father's suicide note out." The carpenter's eyes were red, and his alienated body supported the passage in front of him, allowing the old village chief's third son to complete the last section of the road.
The carpenter watched his brother leave with his own eyes, a stiff smile on his face. Then he turned around and dragged his alienated body towards the depths of the grave.
According to the old village chief's plan, he needed to kill his father with his own hands and the person he loved most in his life.
The rubble and darkness flooded the tomb and buried the shrine that guarded the tomb.
The third son was covered in injuries. He struggled to climb out of the big grave, but when he looked up, the despair in his eyes became even more intense.
The people on the ground did not abide by the agreement. They were not prepared to take care of the villagers in the grave village at all, and directly launched a crazy and bloody massacre!
The garbage thrown into the pit from the outside world has been manipulated, hiding deep malice. After a loud noise was heard from inside the big tomb, the garbage mountain on the ground was also exploded, and the walls of the pit were crumbling!
"They want to bury the village alive and kill all the villagers..."
This chapter has been completed!