Zhang Tong, holding a sharp ax, looked extremely oppressive under the firelight!
Especially the scene where Zhang Tong slashed at the corpse's hand with a fierce look on his face, really shocked many people.
Amidst Zhang Tong's roar, even the most superstitious old lady was frightened and looked at Zhang Tong in horror.
Zhang Tong glanced at all the villagers with cold eyes and said almost word by word:
"Give you one last chance, follow my command, you may survive."
"If you think the fox fairies and yellow fairies you believe in can protect you, then please do it yourself."
Zhang Tong was really angry!
We are in a weird environment. There are tigers peeping outside the village, and mysterious corpse hands killing people in the village. These villagers still don't cooperate with me!
If it weren't for the heavy fog that now seals the mountain, it would be too dangerous in the mountain. Zhang Tong would have wished to leave now!
But there was no way. In the current situation, it was impossible for him to walk out of the village alone in his mortal body.
If you want to survive, you must ensure that the collective strength is still there!
But these villagers really let themselves down!
Looking at the group of villagers coldly, Zhang Tong clenched his fists.
It seemed that Zhang Tong was acting too mysteriously. After being yelled at by Zhang Tong, many villagers started to look at Zhang Tong, fearful and eagerly waiting for Zhang Tong's arrangements.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Tong took a deep breath and felt a lot better, but he still said coldly:
"That thing has been injured by me. Next, I need to do a test, which requires the cooperation of all of you."
"Don't ask why, you just need to do it."
"Everyone stand in their original positions and make sure their backs are to the three of us!"
Under Zhang Tong's order, the villagers, who were almost scared to death, began to form a circle in a noisy manner.
Zhang Tong and Fan Long faced each other with their backs to each other, watching their actions coldly.
…
"Teacher Bai, are you okay? I think your face doesn't look good."
Zhuang Jia, who had always held hands with Bai Huiya, saw Bai Huiya's pale face and couldn't help but push away the villagers around him like headless flies and asked with concern.
"It's okay, I was scared."
"That thing... is really terrifying, like a dead man's hand."
Bai Huiya shook her head, with a horrified expression on her face, but she managed to squeeze out a smile.
"It's okay, Teacher Bai, I will always be with you."
Zhuang Jia was also very scared, but facing Bai Huiya, whom he admired, he still had the courage to encourage her.
Soon, the chaotic villagers formed a circle again.
Standing in the middle of the circle, Zhang Tong could clearly feel Fan Long and Feng Yu trembling behind him, but he did not bother to comfort them.
Opening his yin and yang eyes, he kept scanning the figures with their backs to him like stiff corpses, but Zhang Tong's brain was running rapidly:
"Sure enough, it appeared again, and it suddenly appeared behind me."
"So the possibility that this thing can kill people from behind is very high."
"It's not even just killing someone from behind, it has to be somewhere where no one can see it!"
Combining the moments of his own life and death and the information revealed by those corpses, Zhang Tong already had a rough guess about the strange arm.
"The most important thing now is to confirm whether that thing will appear again."
"This corpse's hand was cut by me with a knife. I don't know if it will be like the painted-skinned ghost. It will return to the spirit world after being injured."
A layer of cold sweat appeared on Zhang Tong's palms unconsciously. It would be okay if that thing returned to the spirit world, but if it continued to wait for opportunities to kill people, would its own mortal body really be able to consume Weirdness?
A vague tension enveloped Zhang Tong, forcing him to brace himself and be on guard.
…
Fortunately, nothing weird happened again throughout the night.
As the rooster crows, the sun's rays barely penetrate the dark clouds, allowing the mountain village to begin to regain its brightness.
After waiting all night, the moment the sun rose, nothing strange happened. As soon as Zhang Tong's tense spirit relaxed, his whole body collapsed to the ground as if he had lost all strength.
Looking at the equally exhausted villagers, Zhang Tong, who was lying on the ground, waved his hand: "Go back and rest. That thing was injured by me and won't be back in a short time."
As soon as Zhang Tong finished speaking, the villagers seemed to have come back to their senses, and then they felt that their whole bodies were weak and their steps were sluggish.
The crowd dispersed in a hurry, and no one cared about Zhang Tong lying on the ground, not even a word of thanks.
When disaster strikes, they all fly away. This is probably the scene.
Fortunately, the few students who came with Zhang Tong still had some conscience.
Although he was exhausted, Fan Long gritted his teeth and helped Zhang Tong up, showing a grateful smile: "Hai Dahai, there are many things to say, you saved my life!"
After resting for a while, Zhang Tong broke away from Fan Long who was supporting him, came to the village chief who was still sitting on the ground, and helped him up:
"Village chief, so many people have died...how to deal with these corpses?"
Zhang Tong's words hit the point. So many people died, and they all had families and families. It was impossible to throw people into the wilderness.
But if it is not dealt with, the villagers will look scared and say nothing. Once the corpse is left for a long time, there may be some bacteria or viruses in the stench.
The village chief, whose legs were shaking after holding on all night, seemed to have lost the ability to think. Faced with Zhang Tong's question, he could only show a blank expression for a moment.
Fortunately, at this time, Bai Huiya, who was sandwiched between Zhang Qian and Zhuang Jia and was being carefully taken care of, whispered in a weak voice as if she was going to survive the disaster:
"Village chief, why don't you move these...these corpses to the school playground?"
"It's definitely impossible to go to class like this. The school is at the very back of the village, so it's relatively safe there."
As soon as Bai Huiya finished speaking, the village chief's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up and he patted his thigh:
"Yes, yes! The school playground, you can put it in the school playground!"
"I will arrange for a few bold people to move these corpses to the playground in a moment."
Only halfway through his words, the village chief seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Bai Huiya and said hesitantly:
"But...Teacher Bai, what should you do? It's impossible to live in the school with those corpses, right?"
A forced smile appeared on Bai Huiya's pale face: "Uncle Village Chief, you don't have to worry about me at this time. I just live in Aunt Zhang's house."
"Aunt Zhang's house, it just so happens that you two can still have a companion!" The village chief thought for a moment and relaxed his frown.
"You kids, you worked hard last night."
"You don't have to worry about the rest, just go back and have a good sleep."
"The old and young men in the village have nothing but strength!"
The village chief's thoughts seemed to be clear. While looking at Zhang Tong and others with a grateful expression, he said without doubt.