A gunshot broke the silence of the deserted village.
Faced with the threat, a strong man among the explorers chose to take the lead. The pistol in his hand was obviously modified and surprisingly powerful. The silencer on the muzzle was like a decoration and did not play any role.
This shot was quite accurate. The strange little girl flew backwards instantly, with a big hole in her forehead, and fell to the ground without moving.
The strong man remained silent, turned around and shot the old man on the recliner again, the same shot in the head.
Everyone was amazed at his decisiveness and worried that such a loud noise might cause unknown troubles, so they decided to move immediately.
The strong man looked at the pistol and complained in an inaudible voice: "This rubbish silencer has no fucking effect at all..."
Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and they found that the tongue in the strong man's mouth was gone, and it seemed that he would not live long.
The latter used his last bit of strength to turn his head and found that the little girl whom he had shot in the head had climbed onto his shoulder, holding a steaming tongue in his hand.
"Shh..."
The little girl only had half her head left, but she acted like a normal person and once again made a silent gesture to everyone.
"What kind of monster is this..."
The strong man fell to the ground with fear and unwillingness, and died with his eyes open.
Chengzi took a deep breath and almost screamed, but luckily he controlled himself in time.
It is forbidden to speak out in the silent village!
She was trembling all over, and she felt extremely cold behind her, as if there was a cold corpse standing there.
She covered her mouth tightly and slowly turned her head. She saw that the bloody old man had come behind her at some point and stretched out his hand covered with corpses...
Once she makes a sound, her tongue will be pulled out!
Although her mind went blank, the girl still tried her best to stay calm and quickly stayed away from the old man.
There was no movement in the latter.
At the critical moment, the photographer signaled everyone to evacuate immediately. However, a large number of villagers suddenly appeared in the plowed fields, blocking the road behind them.
They were all wearing old clothes, with weird smiles on their faces and their index fingers between their lips.
"Shh..."
…
The market in the village was quite quiet, with a strange figure standing at each stall. They twisted their necks stiffly, and their eyes focused on a young man wearing black sportswear.
The latter was squatting in front of a fruit stall, picking and choosing. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he looked towards the entrance of the village with interest.
"I was just wondering why there was no one in the market. It turns out something good happened in the village. Firecrackers were set off... What happened?"
When the stall owner didn't answer, Bai Mo felt bored and frowned: "Say, aunt, your fruit is obviously not fresh. Isn't there something better?"
As he spoke, he shook his head in disappointment.
The stall owner looked at him.
Everyone in the market looked at him.
They said nothing, and the air was eerily quiet.
"There's... there's some... I'll get it for... you."
After a while, the stall owner forced out a stiff smile. She struggled to speak out, her voice hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time, and she turned around and walked into the yard behind her.
Not long after, she walked out of the yard tremblingly, holding a basket in her hand and placing it on the stall.
"Just...picked...fresh...fresh."
Bai Mo picked up an apple at random. It was indeed big and round, and he was very satisfied. He pretended to be dissatisfied and said: "There are obviously good things, but you have to choose stale ones to sell. Madam, you are not authentic..."
After a moment of pause, he tentatively asked: "How about it being cheaper?"
The aunt smiled falsely, nodded and said: "Okay, this time...it's my fault...look...just watch."
"Really?"
"yes."
Bai Mo didn't say much, dropped a yellow and green note and left, looking for the next stall.
The aunt accepted the banknotes and saw the other party leaving. The smile on her face disappeared instantly and her expression was inexplicable.
After a while, Bai Mo stood in front of a meat stall, looking at the strangely colored meat on the chopping board, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"Boss, you piece of meat..."
"Meat...how...how...is it?"
The meat vendor was a thin middle-aged man with a gray look. He seemed to become nervous immediately after hearing Bai Mo's words.
"This meat..." Bai Mo's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if he realized something was wrong.
In the entire market, the eyes of all the stall owners flickered, with a faint light shining in their eyes, paying attention to Bai Mo's every move.
Isn't it possible that he was discovered...
The middle-aged man smiled, but his whole body trembled uncontrollably, as if he thought of something terrible.
"This meat is very good."
Under the strange and tense atmosphere, Bai Mo's brows gradually relaxed, and he said with a little regret, "It's a pity that I didn't bring enough money, so I can only buy it next time."
As he finished speaking, he seemed to hear a long series of sighs of relief. He looked around suspiciously, only to find that all the vendors were looking at each other intently, each busy with their own business.
"It's strange..." Bai Mo shook his head and looked back, looked at the stall owner, and suddenly asked curiously, "I said boss, you are a meat seller, why do you keep your right hand in your pocket?"
As soon as these words came out, the air became stagnant again.
Under Bai Mo's scrutinizing gaze, the middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and said with an embarrassed smile: "Old... As the old saying goes... you have to be cautious in everything..."
His voice was trembling and he looked quite guilty.
"Hahaha, boss, you are so funny."
After a short silence, Bai Mo suddenly laughed and said to himself that this village is quite interesting. Why haven't I noticed it before?
He was about to leave with his big and small bags, and turned to the vendors and said: "When I bring enough money next time, I will definitely take care of everyone's business."
"Okay." The middle-aged man's smile did not diminish, but there was a wail in his heart.
Please, please don’t come!
Bai Mo didn't notice the strange looks on everyone's face, but stopped.
At the same time, the expressions of all the vendors became extremely strange, and they turned their heads at the same time and looked in the same direction.
I saw two people, a man and a woman, running not far away. The man was carrying a camera. Both of them looked frightened and looked exhausted both physically and mentally.
Orange is almost desperate.
It is not easy to remain silent in the Silent Village. There are endless scares and hallucinations along the way, and many explorers have their tongues pulled out inexplicably.
Vaguely, she seemed to have seen a strange force that should not appear in the C-level restricted area.
Fortunately, she had been biting her tongue and covering her mouth tightly, so she was lucky enough to survive until now.
Suddenly, Cheng Zi found that the photographer in front of him fell to his knees weakly and threw the camera aside. It was obvious that he had given up completely and was ready to wait for death.
She was stunned for a moment, looked around, and her heart suddenly sank to the bottom. There were actually people everywhere——
No, they are not humans, the entire Buyu Village is full of monsters!
Can't escape...
His heart was shrouded in despair, and Chengzi knew that he would die in this village sooner or later.
She was already exhausted, and it was only her will to survive that held her up until now. In despair, her whole body suddenly became limp and she was about to fall to the ground.
However, at this moment, she was supported by a pair of strong arms in time.
"Are you OK?"
Orange raised his head, and in front of him was a handsome young man with pale skin. He was looking at him curiously, his eyes were lively, and he was obviously different from those corpse-like monsters.
"I do not……"
She almost responded, but she suddenly woke up - this was an illusion, a monster trying to trick me into talking!
Her teeth were chattering, and she struggled to break away from the other party's arm. She hugged her knees and huddled against the wall, trying not to make a sound.
Seeing this, the photographer also followed him, planning to take this opportunity to have a good rest.
He couldn't escape anyway, so he simply looked at Bai Mo, thinking about what this guy was.
"What's wrong with you?"
Bai Mo didn't know why, and after several attempts to communicate with no results, he thought that the two of them needed help, so he asked some stall owners to come over and help.
"No, don't let them come over, they are all monsters!" Chengzi couldn't help it anymore and shouted quickly.
The photographer wanted to cover her mouth, but it was too late, and his heart sank instantly.
Chengzi also realized something, and his face suddenly turned ashen.
Time passed little by little, and the two of them looked at each other and saw the shock on each other's faces.
"Why? I'm fine..."
monster?
At the same time, Bai Mo looked back suspiciously and saw the villagers grinning especially hard.
So he looked at the two people whose expressions were constantly changing again, and said funnyly: "The villagers are very kind, why do you call them monsters? What happened?"
Cheng Zi's eyes were dull at this time. She saw it, but how could it be possible...
When this guy turned around just now, those monsters actually smiled...
Laughed?
However, as the other party turned their heads, the expressions of those monsters instantly became gloomy, as if they had taken off their hypocritical masks.
A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind, and an idea suddenly came to my mind.
"The monster...is afraid of this guy?"
Yes.
I didn't die not because the monsters were kind, but because they didn't dare to kill in front of this guy!
Chengzi suddenly became excited, and she seemed to see a way out.
Although it may not be normal people who can scare monsters, this is the only way to survive at the moment.
Take a gamble!
After weighing it, she mustered up the courage to test: "Can you take us out of here?"
"Why?" Bai Mo looked a little confused.
"I...I'm temporarily homeless."
"What about him? Is he the same?" Bai Mo thought for a moment and pointed at the photographer.
The photographer remained vigilant. He said nothing and nodded hesitantly.
Bai Mo remained silent.
The air gradually became stagnant, and eyes gathered together. It seemed that everyone was waiting for his decision.
"Okay, I can take you to my house for a night, but in exchange, you have to help me get some things."
After a while, Bai Mo sighed and pointed at the pile of environmentally friendly bags behind him.
"Where is your home..." Chengzi asked.
"Oh, it's a bit far. It's not in this village. It's a long way to go." Bai Mo thought for a while and suggested, "How about I ask the villagers for you and stay at their house for one night..."
"No, no, no, no!"
Cheng Zi's face turned pale when she heard this. Maybe she felt that she was acting a little strange, so she quickly found a lame excuse, "If it's far away, someone has to help you get your things..."
"Yeah, that's right. Let's go then."
Bai Mo nodded and helped the girl on the ground.
Chengzi stood up and followed carefully. Watching the young man saying goodbye to the stall owners Yiyi, he felt that the atmosphere was particularly strange.
The photographer picked up the camera and followed the two people without saying a word. Seeing that everyone was "happy", he looked inexplicably in a trance.
He put down all his vigilance, walked to a meat stall, patted the stall owner on the shoulder, smiled and said with emotion: "It seems that you and this guy have a good relationship."
Her tone was relaxed and casual, almost more natural than a veteran of Hua Cong talking to girls.
The stall owner didn't make a sound, but his expression became particularly strange. He stretched out his right hand that had been hidden in his pocket. There was no palm at the wrist, only squirming tongues.
The air was quiet for two seconds.
The smile on the photographer's face gradually solidified, as if he was waking up from a dream, and his back was completely soaked with cold sweat.
He tried to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound at all. He could only watch helplessly as another bloody red tongue appeared on the stall owner's hand.
That's his tongue.
All the vendors stared at him as if they were looking at a corpse.
"goodbye."
Before closing his eyes, he heard the stall owner's cold farewell voice.
