Chapter 337

Kong Xuyang sat on the long bench with a sullen face, his cheeks twitching faintly, and Yang Zhi stood next to him, and he patted his back for relief.

Old God Bai Liu was sitting on the bench opposite to Kong Xuyang, and seeing Kong Xuyang's anger, he smiled very friendlyly at him.

Kong Xuyang was so angry that he almost took off from the same place, he stared at Bai Liu as a threat, he hammered his knee hard, but he didn't expect that he had a knee jerk reflex and was very angry at Bai Liu He kicked his leg coquettishly.

Bai Liu smiled again: "My fellow, you are so cute, you still play around."

Yang Zhi turned his head and bit his lower lip firmly, not letting himself laugh.

Kong Xuyang: "..."

It doesn't matter, a person's life passes quickly.

Bai Liu thoughtfully changed the subject: "My fellow, you are willing to trade with me, but you didn't kill my teammate. You are not a kind person, and I will not blackmail you. You will definitely get what you traded with me." Come on."

Kong Xuyang's face twitched a couple of times when he heard Bai Liu calling himself "Honest Man", and then he asked vigilantly, "What is it?"

"I just want you to chat with me for a while." Bai Liu looked at Kong Xuyang with a smile on his face, "Although I don't live in Yinshan Village, I don't seem to remember anything. I also hope that you, fellow countryman, can take me with you."

Kong Xuyang's eyebrows were twisted into twists: "You made such a big circle just to let me take you?"

Bai Liu nodded seriously: "I don't know the place where I live, and I'm afraid to walk alone."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Mu Cheng, who was still shivering, shivering beside the statue and far away from the coffin, and then slowly shifted his gaze back to the ashes jar that Bai Liu used to step on.

Kong Xuyang: "..."

What does it mean to be afraid that Bai Liu will turn around and look at your teammates' performances and then perfunctory me?

Bai Liu didn't seem to be worried that Kong Xuyang would leave him at all, and after reaching a simple verbal agreement, he began to talk to the other party with a smile: "Brother Kong, Brother Yang didn't come back to the village last time." What are you doing?"

Yang Zhi, Kong Xuyang: "..."

So I called my brother, but I really didn't miss him.

Yang Zhi glanced at Kong Xuyang asking for instructions, and after receiving the other party's approval, he explained mysteriously: "We didn't come back to do a business of cultural relics."

Bai Liu was stunned: "Oh, Brother Yang, Brother Kong didn't come back to rob the tomb?"

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi all gave a meal.

That's right, the characters they played were not two tomb robbers, and the main purpose of coming back this time was not to steal a funerary object in the main tomb of the excavated ancient tomb, nor did they Identity side quests.

Kong Xuyang hadn't planned to hide Bai Liu's own identity at first, because the tomb they were going to was right under Bai Liu's ancestral house, without the guidance of a "person" like Bai Liu, they didn't have Can't get in.

Bai Liu fell into deep thought.

The libretto of a bride on the coffin just now mentioned three kinds of people who will never leave Yinshan Village alive.

A kind of person who does not respect the ancestors, and obviously does not talk about the supernatural anchor Mu Chengcheng.

A kind of person who doesn't like chickens and dogs, if he doesn't like it, there will be no Yang Zhizhi and Kong Xuyang.

There is also a kind of person who has not forgotten his hometown.

Bai Liu lowered his gaze to look at the "Maoshan Magic Manuscript" that he had in mind - he was not talking about it.

The ancestors of Yinshan Village revered Taoism and believed in Taoists for generations, and they were not very pious to this belief. As a result, Bai Liu actually performed a sorcery and came back, and used it to borrow money from Yin to pay back the debt. complete.

Judging from the current situation, his identity should not be the most dangerous, but the highest risk.

But the higher the risk, the greater the reward. Although Bai Liu doesn't remember anything, he doesn't reject this identity, and is happy to continue walking according to the setting of this identity.

For example, keep the top seven.

Bai Liu looked at the alcove facing him, and there was no black-and-white photo of a loving-faced old lady supporting his shoulders among the photos placed on it.

In the black-and-white photo, Bai Liu had a strange smile on his face.

next morning.

When Bai Liu woke up, there was only him, Mu Chengcheng, in the temple. Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi didn't know where he went, but Bai Liu woke up Mu Chengcheng who was still sleeping, and walked to the gate of the temple. , looked down and paused.

Mu Chengcheng followed Bai Liu to the gate of the temple with sleepy eyes, looked down, and then woke up completely: "I'm so stupid, what is it!"

The wreaths placed in the temple were in a mess and scattered on the ground, as if they hadn't been smashed by someone in a wheel, and there were scattered white paper flowers everywhere on the ground.

But these are not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is not densely packed and neat rows of small footprints at the gate of the temple.

The footprints are only half the size of a child's palm, in a triangular shape, with only the soles of the front feet. It doesn't seem like a group of people tiptoe around the temple gate back and forth according to a certain pattern, as if they want to come in but can't. Entrance, and finally forced to leave.

Bai Liu looked at the footprints for a while, then lowered his head and followed the footprints he left.

"Hey!" Seeing Bai Liu leaving, Mu Chengcheng became impatient. He looked at some strange footprints in fear, and finally stomped his feet and gritted his teeth and followed, "Aren't you afraid!"

Bai Liu ignored it and walked forward.

These strings of footprints went around the temple, as if they were trying to find the entrance to the temple. After going around a few times, they returned without success, and finally went to the village.

Mu Chengcheng held up the camera to shoot, he rubbed his arms, and looked at some bizarre footprints with trembling teeth.

These footprints are like a group of people walking together on tiptoe, and the steps are about the same size, and the distance left by each footprint is different from the naked eye, until they reach the road in the village. A string of regular and dense footprints began to disperse.

These footprints went from one or more places on the road to various houses in the village, and the footprints disappeared in front of the house door, as if they did not return home.

Mu Chengcheng just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he photographed him, but soon Bai Liu dealt him the final blow.

Bai Liu followed the footprints to the door, and the footprints disappeared on a piece of mud in front of the door. Bai Liu squatted down and turned over the debris of wooden branches covering the mud. Mu Cheng clearly saw the footprints disappear. There was a sight that made his blood run cold.

A tiptoe footprint suddenly fell to the ground with its heel, turning into a complete footprint, and two paw prints appeared, and the five-finger posture of the two palm prints has not been reversed.

It seems that at this time, a "person" returning home put his heels down and landed on both hands at the same time, and began to twist his limbs and crawl towards the house on the ground.

Mu Cheng's hairs stood on end: "What the hell!"

Bai Liu got up, and he looked at the door with a gap left halfway there: "Go in and have a look."

After finishing speaking, Bai Liu pushed open the door.

There was a distant creaking sound from the ancient wooden door, and then it opened slowly.

The surface of the house was dusty. Although it was not daytime, the light was still extremely dim, and only the outlines of some furniture could be vaguely glimpsed. Bai Liu turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and walked to the inside.

Mu Chengcheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and walked away holding the camera with shaking hands.

As soon as I walked into the house, I understood why it was dark outside. The whole house was not airtight, only the two tiles on the top were not translucent, serving as skylights that let in light, and the old hanging lamps Hanging from the beams of the house, the wires are covered with spider webs.

There is also a stove in the corner where firewood is piled up. There is a large rusty iron pot on the stove, and there are a few notched ceramic jars on the edge, which seem not to be used for seasoning.

Mu Chengcheng tried to turn on the light, but failed. He waved the dust in the air, coughed and said to Bai Liu who was walking in front: "I don't know how long people have lived here, and the lights are not powered on. .”

"Not necessarily." Bai Liu held up the flashlight to shine on the wall, "Didn't we just follow a person in? Maybe it lives in ‌ ‌."

Mu Cheng's scalp was numb: "Stop making such jokes..."

His voice stopped abruptly as he looked towards the wall illuminated by Bai Liu's flashlight.

The light just now was too dim, and Mu Chengcheng had been looking at the camera screen all the time, so he didn't realize that there was nothing in the whole house, on the ground, on the walls, and even on the beams that they just saw on the house. A kind of clay handprints and mud footprints that use both limbs.

On the wall illuminated by Bai Liu now, some muddy handprints and footprints densely covered the entire wall, painting the wall in grayish yellow. ‌A mud wall.

But look carefully...

These handprints and footprints are distorted in various ways, as if the arms and feet were not chopped off and printed on the wall with mud. on a person.

Bai Liu continued to walk forward calmly holding the flashlight as if she hadn't seen the handprints or footprints.

Mu Chengcheng didn't want to follow for several times, but he didn't dare to go alone, so he could only follow.

Passing through a main room with a few burnt candles lit in the corner, Bai Liu and the others came to the bedroom of this room.

In the bedroom, there are two raised wooden beds hung with mosquito nets, floating lightly, facing an FM TV set that is at least 20 years old, and next to it is an electric fan hung with spider webs.

Mu Chengcheng didn't dare to look around at all, he fixed his gaze on the small screen of the camera, and the only person photographed by the small screen was Bai Liu.

Bai Liu lifted the mosquito net hanging from the wooden bed, he stepped on the edge of the bed, poked his head in to have a look, his figure was half covered by the white gauze mosquito net.

Mu Chengcheng patted it intently, and then he suddenly let out a terrified cry.

Bai Liu turned around: "What's wrong?"

Mu Chengcheng's face turned pale with fright, and he tremblingly pointed to the bed where Bai Liu put his head in: "Just now, a crooked head stuck out from under the bed!"

Bai Liu knelt down and looked under the bed without hesitation.

Mu Chengcheng barely pulled Bai Liu to prevent Bai Liu from looking under the bed, and his voice was almost frightened: "You still look at the wool! Let's go first! Would I still lie to you! Really? ‌A pale and pale head that is still looking at you crookedly!"

Bai Liu pulled Mu Cheng over, held his chin to make him look at the bottom of the bed, and said calmly, "You have to see if there is a head."

Mu Chengcheng closed his eyes tightly at first, then opened one eye carefully after a while, and suddenly said: "No, no more."

"But no, I really saw it just now!" Mu Chengcheng raised the camera and showed it to Bai Liu.

Bai Liu said lightly: "If you really saw it, it's not under the bed now, it should be on the bed with a high probability."

Mu Chengcheng was playing backwards, he didn't seem to realize it all of a sudden, his expression froze completely, he carefully handed the camera to Bai Liu, and he didn't dare to hold down the reverse button The finger moved to the selfie.

The camera of the camera turned from camera to selfie, and the angle of view of the screen changed, and the heads of Bai Liu, Mu Chengcheng and the others appeared on the screen.

But more than that, a third head appeared on the screen.

A pale, crooked head was stretching out from the bed, with both hands grasping the edge of the bed, and under the cover of the mosquito net, Bai Liu and the others looked side by side at the bottom of the bed.