"Ye Long, how did you lead the way? Why did we get lost?" Tian Qing yelled.
"The terrain here is complex, with highs and lows, and sometimes there are rocks blocking the way. I am helpless!" Ye Long was also really angry.
At this time, firelight flickered on the hilltop opposite. The two looked up and saw several figures rustling, and there were a few more firelights. There was obviously an argument among those figures and they kept shaking. Ye Long kept hesitating.
Do you want to walk over? This firelight keeps swaying from one place to another, over and over again, without getting tired of it, as if it is hinting at something.
"Follow!" Ye Long gritted his teeth. If someone comes to ask for trouble and someone comes to help, there is no reason not to follow, and there is no harm in it.
Ye Long and the other two people kept walking along with the light, and soon they were far away from the lights. The night was too dark, and there was no point in looking for the guide. Ye Long didn't think too much, so he followed the light and saw it.
A thatched hut is a real thatched hut, the whole body is made of thatch, and it will fall down when the wind blows.
The fire flickered here and disappeared in a flash.
After a few seconds, the battery of Ye Long and his two mobile phones went out in a blink of an eye.
They couldn't see their fingers, and the two of them were sweating. It wasn't because they were scared, but because it was really hot.
"Go in." Ye Long said.
A breeze blew across the sky.
The hut door gradually opened.
Tian Qing ran out as if he had seen a ghost, yelled like crazy, and fled wildly. He tripped on the road, fell into the mud of the watermelon vines, and fainted.
Ye Long was the only one left in the room and collapsed in front of the hut door, his eyes wide open.
The only beam supporting the thatched house trembled slightly, as if it was not supported. Something was fishing on the beam, the hair was trembling, and the eyes were turned upward. There was only a table and a stool above and below, and a headless corpse was kneeling on the stool, upright.
Just then, the wooden bowl on the table made a ticking sound. At this moment, the head of the person above suddenly shook.
Extremely weird.
In a daze, Ye Long opened his eyes. He wanted to struggle to sit up, but suddenly his palms stung. He looked around and found many glass fragments scattered on the floor around him.
Because of the stinging pain, Ye Long fell heavily to the floor again. The scene in front of him became blurry and his spirit began to become trance-like again. Suddenly, a cold wind from right in front pulled Ye Long back. Ye Long reluctantly raised his head and looked forward. That was
A floor-to-ceiling window had been broken, and the tall buildings in the city could be vaguely seen outside the window. A cold wind blew in, and a white skirt fluttered in the wind. Under the white skirt, there was only a pair of high heels.
Surprisingly, the white dress was just floating in the air, as if the person was invisible. Ye Long's eyes gradually enlarged, and he crawled forward like crazy, regardless of the broken glass on the ground.
"Ye Long, goodbye." A voice that appeared out of thin air entered Ye Long's ears. This voice was all too familiar to Ye Long. It was Chu Yunyi's voice!
"No!!!" Ye Long roared, his hands and feet still moving forward with difficulty. The high heels turned briskly, and he and a white skirt jumped out of the floor-to-ceiling window.
At this time, Ye Long had climbed to the window. He looked at the falling white skirt, his mouth opened, but he couldn't utter a roar. Tears silently emerged from Ye Long's eyes, accompanied by the rain all over the sky.
fall.
A severe headache hit him. Ye Long opened his eyes and then closed them again. His head seemed to be about to explode. He held his head and calmed down for a while before he recovered.
Ye Long reluctantly stood up, his head still a little dizzy. He could only walk unsteadily towards the hut in front of him, looked around, and found that Tian Qing was no longer there.
But the corpse in front of him was still there. Even after looking at it for the second time, Ye Long still felt cold all over: a corpse was kneeling with its hands behind its back and tied to a chair with a hemp rope. It was no longer clear whether it was a man.
It's a woman.
In order to prevent "him" from talking, he also had this thick rope tied around his mouth. The strangest thing is that the corpse's body is covered with spots the size of a dollar coin. The skin at the spots seems to have been peeled off, and the exposed flesh is unknown.
The body was scorched, and the eyes of the corpse were treated in the same way.
Ye Longguang could tell how painful this person's death was just by looking at it, but it seemed that the corpse did not struggle too much before death, and it still maintained a smiling expression after death.
Ye Long had a deep shiver. He didn't know why he heard Chu Yunyi's voice last night. When he turned on the camera of his mobile phone, Ye Long took a deep breath.
When the phone was turned on, the camera defaulted to the front view. Ye Long saw a strange face appearing in the doorway behind him. The face was only thirty or forty centimeters above the ground by the door frame. There were two protruding eyes, one like a crack.
A woman's face with a big mouth.
Ye Long didn't dare to move at all at this time. He could only stare at the face on the phone, trying to find an opportunity to escape. The two eyes were like chameleon eyes, constantly moving.
After a while, the face slowly shrank back. Just when Ye Long breathed a sigh of relief, the face appeared again, but in the form of a full body. Under the face, he was wearing a torn linen skirt.
This "person" is surprisingly tall, much taller than Ye Long anyway.
Ye Long's whole body trembled slightly. He saw this "man" carrying something like a mine manuscript on his shoulders, which was covered with blood stains. The man approached the latrine and raised the mine manuscript towards Ye Long.
"Pfft." The sound of flesh being torn apart.
Ye Long slowly opened his eyes and found that the manuscript hit the corpse on the chair, splitting the body and the chair together, and the manuscript fell to the ground with a "thud" sound.
"Dong, dong, dong." The manuscript was smashed down again and again, and the body became torn into pieces. After hitting it more than a dozen times, the man seemed satisfied, put the manuscript on his shoulders, and turned around to leave.
Ye Long collapsed on the ground, gasping for air, sweat pouring out of his body like a waterfall. The corpse had turned into pieces, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a human corpse.
"What the hell is this place..."
Bang, there was a muffled sound outside the house, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground.
Ye Long took a peek and saw a tall figure knocking the "miner" to the ground. The figure muttered to himself as he prepared to leave.
"Tianqing?" Ye Long called tentatively. The figure immediately turned around and said, "You damn Ye Long, this is really not a place for people to stay."
Ye Long was overjoyed: "Hurry up and drive away!"
Tian Qing spat: "Our car was smashed."
"What?"
"It was done by a group of villagers. They smashed our car with hoes and axes."
Tian Qing also lit a cigarette and squatted aside, deep in thought.
It was getting brighter, and except for a few birdsong, the mountains were eerily silent.