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Mu Sicheng touched his chin, and just about to continue to ask for details, the sound of the bench moving suddenly appeared in front of him, which surprised him.

The two old men sitting in front stood up stiffly and pressed the FM to turn off the TV, but this old TV with poor contact seemed not to be turned off very well. The old man hung his head and kept pressing, and the TV screen changed. Distorted and layered, the human voice inside also becomes harsh and high-frequency.

Just as Mu Sicheng wanted to ask what he was doing, Bai Liu patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder and motioned him to look under the cabinet.

The plug of the TV was lying there quietly, not plugged in at all.

Unplugged TV, artificial voice

Mu Sicheng slowly turned his head to look at Bai Liu, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and he said in a lip-synch manner, "So this is not a TV picture at all."

"It's the actual picture." Bai Liu said calmly.

The changing picture on the TV froze and froze.

Two people, Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, shrunk in the corner, appeared on the black and white screen.

They didn't know when they stood in a circle with their heads hanging down, wearing a shroud, holding a shroud, facing them with two open coffins.

Behind the small TV slowly stretched out a pair of blue and black interlaced hands, one by one, black cracked skulls came out from around the TV, the facial features were pulled into strange shapes, and they squinted at Bai Liu and the others.

The head of the old man with his back to them turned one hundred and eighty degrees, his loving face was spiteful and hateful, and his mouth stood at the end of his mouth, uttering the voice dubbing from the TV

"You descendants finally came back, drag them to the mass graves, and put them in the ground for safety."

Bai Liu didn't hesitate to pull up Mu Sicheng who was still bewildered, raised his foot to jump over the two coffins in front of him, got up and ran.

The ghosts behind him braved black air, like spiders protruding their limbs, hands and feet from their necks and abdomen, and crawling around the wall, chasing after Bai Liu and them grimly. The heads of the two old men twisted to their backs, and their mouths were smiling happily while going back and forth. Waving his hands and feet, he walked to chase Bai Liu.

Although the two old men walked backwards, they were extremely fast, and they were about to touch the corner of Mu Sicheng's clothes in a few blinks. A beam of joy appeared on the pale and aging faces, their fangs barked, and their mouth watered.

"King" Mu Sicheng recovered, and ran wildly all the way, pulling Bai Liu's arm against the guest.

Mu Sicheng rushed out of the house all the way. Those things were chasing after him. There was mist everywhere in the dark Yinshan Village. Mu Sicheng wanted to go directly to the temple because this place was definitely the safest place.

When he was about to run to the temple, Mu Sicheng took a closer look and found that the light at the entrance of the temple was flickering and dimming. Under the interlaced light, one could vaguely see a wreath placed at the entrance of the temple. He stood for five. The figure is slowly waving at them, seeming to be calling them over.

Mu Sicheng walked in a little and found that there were five old men wearing shrouds with blue, black and purple faces, with a kind but creepy smile on their faces, beckoning, and waving an inch-long black hand. Nails.

Inside the temple are seven coffins neatly opened.

"There are five here, two in the house, exactly seven." Bai Liu quickly made a judgment, "Now this point is too dark, these seven old people have run out of the coffin, and they can't go back inside the temple."

Mu Sicheng hurriedly asked, "Where shall we go?"

Bai Liu acted decisively, "It's not safe anywhere at this time. Go to Qiaotou mass graves."

"Ah" Mu Sicheng was stupid, "Why are you going there?"

"Go to dig the grave." Bai Liu answered calmly.

Mu Sicheng asked with horror, "Why dig the grave?"

"Master Huang Li recorded the wedding and wedding in the village. During the funeral, he would write the life of the buried corpse, and he would be buried in the grave together with the village calendar on that day." Bai Liu quickly explained as he ran, "The tomb here is for later repairs. Yes, the corpses that meet certain conditions are buried, and most people in Yinshan Village are not buried in this tomb."

Mu Sicheng reacted, "You mean what happened when those men died more than a hundred years ago, it was written in the almanac by this almanacian, and he was buried in the mountain with their coffin."

"Yes." Bai Liu nodded, "And not only that, do you remember that in the tomb we encountered paper men crossing the ghost bridge to drive zombies? I think those zombies are the men who died outside on the other side of the mountain."

"Yes, those zombies were torn apart and then stitched together. Just like on TV, they are still the husbands of ghosts who died in the bridge." Mu Sicheng suddenly realized, "Yes."

Bai Liu sprinted towards the entrance of the village, breathing unevenly, but speaking quickly, "Paper Taoists are the incarnations of zombie Taoists. On the one hand, they drove these zombie men across the bridge from the hill to the village, and on the other hand they manipulated the ghosts to move the people in the tomb. The coffins of the brides were moved out and moved to the village, and in the end they sucked away the anger of the last seven descendants in the village."

"By the time it gathers in the first seven poles, the yin energy of such heavy objects of resentment, coupled with this corpse-refining sorcery that has lasted for a hundred years, is enough to make this zombie Taoist appear in this world and kill it. "

Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village and finally stopped.

The ghost behind him roared with fear from afar, as if afraid of something here, and did not dare to approach easily, and beside the torii of the village entrance in front of Bai Liu, there stood a tall man with his hands flat and his face on the body. Taoist zombies covered with yellow symbols but motionless.

Bai Liu looked at the zombie quietly for a while, then suddenly stepped forward and tore apart the two corpse charms on the zombie's face.

After the zombie removed the two charms on his face, his face was roughly exposed.

Inconsistent with the tall appearance, the zombie closed his eyes, his eyes were dark, his brows were beautiful and handsome, and his complexion was dead white.

Mu Sicheng took a sigh of relief when he saw it. His gaze repeatedly drifted between Bai Liu's face and the zombie, and finally he saw almost two mosquito coil eyes "Bai Liu, this zombie looks the same as you."

That's right, except for his height, this zombie is almost exactly the same as Bai Liu who has been staying up late and working overtime for a week.

Bai Liu was very calm, "I use sorcery, and this zombie Taoist also uses sorcery well. I should be his descendant and look normal like me."

"You already knew that this zombie looks like you, so when you let it out, you used so many corpse talisman to blur its face to prevent Kong Xuyang and the others from discovering it." Mu Sicheng suddenly realized What, "This zombie doesn't chase you because you are his descendants, right"

Bai Liu said lightly, "It should be."

"Weird." Mu Sicheng touched his chin. "Didn't you say that Kong Xuyang and the others played a game once? They are so afraid that this zombie should have seen this zombie. Seeing that the zombie's face looks the same as that of a player around him. Didn’t they find the setting for role-playing descendants?"

"I also thought about this problem." Bai Liu thoughtfully, "but from their final reaction, I think Kong Xuyang is very afraid and avoiding the close contact of this zombie. As soon as the zombie gets close to him, he shrinks his head and goes crazy on the ground. Climb, I don’t think he has ever faced this zombie directly."

"And Yang Zhi has been turning his head to look at this zombie. I think he should have seen this zombie's face."

"You said that, I also find it a bit strange. Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang should have played this game once, but Yang Zhi seems completely ignorant of many things. Like us, he has been in the temple. Asked Kong Xuyang, but he was more clear about some things. "Mu Sicheng twisted his eyebrows and thought deeply." For example, Yang Zhi had obviously faced this zombie, but he didn't seem to know the setting of future generations. The zombie’s face is likely to be guessed."

"Why can't Yang Zhi remember it? It's obviously that this game is so scary."

Bai Liu suddenly changed the topic "Under what circumstances do you think people will forget scenes that have a strong impact on themselves"

Mu Sicheng thought for a while, "I encountered more impactful forgetfulness and amnesia"

"Tsk." Mu Sicheng shook his head, and he frowned. "These reasons are a bit far-fetched, and Yang Zhi doesn't seem to have amnesia anymore. It is us who amnesia, but it is strange that he does not remember this scene."

Bai Liu slowly turned his head to look at Mu Sicheng, showing a smile, "You reminded me."

Mu Sicheng was numb with Bai Liu's smile, "remind you something"

"In addition to amnesia, a person also has a strong impact scene that may confuse and forget that he has encountered." Bai Liu looked at the zombie's face like himself, "That's a mess."

Mu Sicheng stunned, "If you remember it, it's not something that happened decades ago. How could he remember it?"

"If this is for Yang Zhi, it would have happened decades ago." Bai Liu's mouth curled out, "Don't you think we lose memory as soon as we enter here. In a competitive game, it's for us two contestants." Is it a little unfair?"

Mu Sicheng hesitated, "What do you mean?"

"I'm thinking." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "This is a game with ghosts and gods. Does Yang Zhi as a player have his own abilities, such as a spell that can devour memories."

"The memories of the two people who have consumed us for decades have caused his own memory to be blurred, confused his own memory, and can't remember many things he experienced in the last game."

"Including the zombie's face."

Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu's inference was really outrageous, and just wanted to refute it, but after thinking about it, Mu Sicheng found that all the inconsistent points of Yang Zhi could be matched, and he had to swallow his own refutation.

Swallowing your own memory is really irritating and nauseous, just like carrying a diary kept by your parents and being made into a loop in front of a stranger who is unkind to you.

Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms and asked, "If Yang Zhi really swallows our memory, what should he do? He won't find anything in our memory to deal with us."

"To deal with us" Bai Liuman smiled casually, "Is your memory such a harmless thing?"

Mu Sicheng was taken aback for a moment, "No, the memory will be caught by Yang Zhi's rubbish.

Bai Liu retracted his gaze to look at Mu Sicheng, looked at the endless dark night outside Yinshan Village, and said flatly, "Some people's memories may be cotton candy. If you swallow it, it won't be a big deal and it will be sweet. Some people's memories may be Diary, if you swallow it, you get the handle to threaten people."

"I think I can develop this kind of character, and my memory shouldn't be a pleasant thing."

Bai Liu turned his head with a crooked smile, "It may be as painful as swallowing a blade."

”Tart”bnk”

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