"Are there any other outsiders?" Chen Ge and others entered the village mainly to find Fan Yu and Jiang Ling. When they heard the news about other outsiders, they cheered up.
"Before you came, two children accidentally entered the village because they got lost." A Qing recalled: "A boy and a girl. The boy is very thin and not tall. The girl looks only four or five years old, like a porcelain.
The doll is very cute.”
"Fan Yu and Jiang Ling!" After hearing A Qing's description, Chen Ge became more sure of his guess.
He grabbed A Qing's shroud: "Where are they now? Take me to find them!"
"I'm afraid not." A Qing wanted to take Chen Ge's hand away, but after trying several times, he found that the man in front of him, who didn't seem to have much muscle, was surprisingly strong: "Those two children were so strong as soon as they entered the village.
They were seen by other villagers, and later the woman surnamed Zhu showed up, personally arranged a place for them to live, and took away the girl among them."
"Jiang Ling was taken away?" Chen Ge was stunned.
"I heard that the woman surnamed Zhu was planning to let girls come to participate in the sacrifice. At that time, I thought it was strange. This was the first time in decades that an outsider came to participate in the sacrifice." A Qing struggled for a long time and finally gave up, letting Chen Ge
She grabbed his shoulder and grimaced in pain.
"Isn't that woman aware of Jiang Ling's background? Is she planning to give Jiang Ling to the female ghost?" Chen Ge thought: "Zhu Xinrou is by Jiang Ling's side, and she will definitely not sit back and watch Jiang Ling get hurt. There are only two possibilities.
, the woman surnamed Zhu has a way to suppress Zhu Xinrou, or Jiang Ling voluntarily participated in the sacrifice."
Fan Yu left two words for Chen Ge on the painting - go home. There should be a reason why they returned to the Living Coffin Village tonight. Coincidentally, the Ghost Story Association also started to take action on this day, and set its target.
On Jiangling.
Everything is intertwined at one point, and the source of the secret lies in the Living Coffin Village.
"In addition to being careful about the aborigines in the Living Coffin Village, you should also be careful about the Ghost Story Association."
Chen Ge let go of his hand and patted A Qing's shoulder gently: "If possible, try to bring that skinny boy out."
"Understood." A Qing rubbed his shoulders: "When the sacrifice begins later, the entire village will be affected. The ghost wall will be broken automatically. Things that usually sleep in every corner will wake up. You will see that this village is different.
A side that everyone knows.”
He spoke very quickly and kept looking outside as he spoke: "There are too many dead people in the village and the yin energy is too strong, which has given rise to all kinds of evil spirits. They will slowly wake up with the sacrifices. You must be careful.
, don’t provoke them, if you steal a child, leave immediately.”
"You said so much, where are we going to steal the child?"
"The sacrificial activities start from the ancestral hall in the center of the village. All the children will be put into the ancestral hall. Then the team will go to the well where the female ghost committed suicide. All you need to do is when the sacrificial team leaves, enter the ancestral hall and find a hanging around the neck.
If there is a baby with copper coins, take it away."
Ah Qing paused for a moment before he hesitated and took out a piece of cloth from his pocket: "The interior of the village is very complicated. There are ghosts and monsters hidden at the end of some roads. If you want to go out, just follow the route on this piece of cloth."
Walk."
He handed the cloth densely covered with various lines to Chen Ge: "Please be sure to take my child and leave with you!"
After a few words of warning, A Qing left in a hurry. Chen Ge looked at the cloth in his hand. On it was a simplified map of the Living Coffin Village. There were more than twenty places in the entire village marked with red crosses.
"He is so trusting of us. He handed the map to us in advance, and he is not afraid that we will just run away without caring about his children?" Uncle Bai took the map and studied it for a while. The more he looked at it, the more he was frightened. There were many places on it where his young...
I've been there before, but always during the day.
Chen Ge shook his head: "This person has been planning for a long time and will not make such a low-level mistake. This is most likely a fake map. The real map is probably on the baby boy."
Within a few words, the street outside had changed.
All the white paper lanterns were extinguished, and the village was completely shrouded in darkness. In the dead silence, someone's door was pushed open, and a woman's voice rang out in the dark night.
She seemed to be calling a certain name, trying to wake up something.
Doors were pushed open, footsteps sounded on the street, and deformed villagers wearing masks walked out of their houses one by one.
They carried white paper lanterns, no one spoke a word, and passed by the door of Chen Ge's old house with their heads lowered, stopping a dozen meters away.
The woman's shouts became clearer and clearer, and this weird village took off its disguise.
The night was like mercury pouring down, making people breathless. Blood spots and stains appeared on the clean walls of the village, and the ground was covered with scratches and marks of slashes with knives and shovels.
What happened in this village was a hundred times more bloody and horrific than what A Qing described. What he said should only be the part he knew.
The ghost wall has long been destroyed, and a dilapidated ancestral hall has appeared at the intersection of the streets, and right next to the ancestral hall, a big red coffin stands!
The woman's shouting has stopped. The deformed villagers stood in front of the ancestral hall, each like a puppet that had lost its soul, with their heads lowered and holding lanterns. No one spoke, and the scene was deathly silent.
"Crunch..."
The door of a two-story wooden building next to the ancestral hall was pushed open. The small building is the tallest building in the entire village, and it is also the best-preserved building.
There was a chill in the dark room, and a few minutes later, a woman wearing a bright red coat came out.
Her face was pale and her lips were blue, like a frozen dead person.
Scanning all the villagers, the woman walked to the ancestral hall, bowed three times to the coffin, and spoke some local dialects.
After she finished praying, several villagers walked out of the crowd carrying bamboo baskets.
The basket was covered with a layer of cloth, and a baby's cry came from under the cloth.
The woman walked past them one by one, lifted the cloth covering the bamboo basket, and looked at them one by one.
When passing the fourth bamboo basket, the woman paused for a while and opened her mouth to say something.
The person carrying the fourth bamboo basket was none other than Ah Qing, who was wearing a mask. His arms, one long and one short, were trembling slightly, as if the woman had said something terrible to him.
After seeing all the children, the woman took out a pair of blood-stained scissors from her sleeve.
She stood next to the coffin, asked the first villager to place the bamboo basket in the center of the ancestral hall, and then entered the ancestral hall alone with the scissors.
The door was closed, the baby was crying, the tablets in the ancestral hall made noise, and all the villagers lowered their heads in despair. Only faint laughter could be heard from the red coffin at the door.