I Have a City in a Different World

It was one night, two villagers who came home late after working in the fields passed the scorched old tree, habitually wanting to spit.

It seems that after a few sips, the bad luck can be removed from the body and the curse will disappear.

The villagers of Gusi Village are very similar to this statement, and everyone will do it spontaneously, regardless of gender, age, and age.

However, something was amiss tonight. I don't know if it was because of the dark sky or because I was too tired to cause dizziness. The two villagers vaguely saw a few figures squatting under the old tree.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

A villager asked subconsciously, but after waiting for a long time, no one answered at all.

Another hunchbacked villager looked puzzled. He thought it was a child from his family, so he couldn't help scolding: "It's time, don't hurry home, be careful if you go home late and be beaten!"

He shouted twice, but no one answered, the shadows squatted on the ground silently, as if there was something good there.

"Don't worry about them, let's go home quickly!"

The villagers who spoke first felt something was wrong. For some reason, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and it seemed that all the sounds had disappeared.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the hunchbacked villager next to him, but found that the other party seemed to be a piece of wood, and he didn't even pull it.

"I said what are you doing, if you don't leave, I'll leave by myself!"

He roared at the hunchbacked villager in an urgent tone. Unexpectedly, the other party still did not respond, but turned his back to him and stared intently at the shadow under the tree, looking very serious.

Can't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the villagers felt their legs start to tremble, turned around and ran without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he felt that his legs seemed to be hugged by something, and he couldn't move at all.

When he looked down, he saw two groups of black objects attached to his legs, exactly the same as the ones squatting under the tree just now.

Taking a closer look, it was clear that these were two scorched children who were baring their teeth and smiling at him.

The villagers were so frightened that they subconsciously waved the farm tools in their hands to smash them, not wanting to feel that their arms were fixed by something as soon as he raised his hand.

Turn around and look,

Seeing the previously silent hunchbacked villager turn his head, the strange thing is that his body does not move at all, only a head slowly turns!

A scorched face appeared in front of him, and his facial features had been carbonized because of the burning, revealing a piece of gums and a bare skull.

"You know, we died so miserably!"

A voice of neither male nor female sounded, more like the voices of several people mixed together, if you distinguish carefully, it is clearly the voice of the family who was burned to death!

"what……!"

The villagers were so frightened that they twisted their bodies like crazy, and finally got rid of the shackles of the shadows and the hunchbacked villagers, and ran to their homes desperately.

As he ran, he shouted, "It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, please let me go!"

While crying, tears flowed down his face, and he didn't know how many somersaults he fell along the way.

This crazy roar finally alarmed the other villagers. They ran out of the house to check, and then they saw the crazy villagers who kept talking nonsense.

"What happened? What the hell is going on?"

Some later villagers couldn't understand the situation and asked loudly anxiously, but everyone was confused, and then they all looked at the crazy villagers who were still trembling in fear.

At this moment, the mad villager suddenly jumped up, pointed to a figure in the crowd, and backed away in fright.

"It's them, the family that was burned came back for revenge, right there!"

Hearing the mad villager yelling, the other villagers were also startled and looked in the direction of his fingers.

I don't know since when, a person suddenly appeared in the crowd, looking like a hunchback, looking motionless in the direction of the old tree.

Looking at the other person's back, he seemed to be a familiar villager, but he exuded a chilling aura. As long as he glanced at him, his scalp would explode.

It seemed that the villagers noticed him, and the back figure began to twist, like a rusted machine, which felt extremely awkward.

An indescribable sense of fear rose from the hearts of the villagers. They were dumbfounded as they watched the back slowly turn around, and then a pale, twisted face appeared in front of them.

"We died so miserably, do you know that?"

It was still the same weird mixed sound, and in the terrified eyes of the villagers, he grabbed his own face and yanked it down sharply.

A scorched face appeared in front of everyone, and he was looking at the villagers present with a grin. A trace of flames emerged from his skin, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of scorched barbecue.

"what……!"

A woman's scream sounded, awakening the villagers who were stunned. They began to turn around and flee like crazy, and went straight to their home.

The first thing after returning home was to hold the door firmly, and then shivering and praying for the blessing of the god of war Antares.

Some villagers have begun to regret why they reported that villager, which ended up causing them to die tragically.

"It's not my fault, it's not my fault, don't come to me!"

A peasant woman knelt on the ground and kept praying, her body trembling uncontrollably, and his family members were also nervously listening to the movement outside the door.

"It seems to be alright?"

The husband of the peasant woman muttered something in a low voice, but as soon as he finished speaking, he heard strange footsteps coming from the door.

"Damn, I want to see, what is that?"

The husband of the peasant woman cursed angrily, took a wooden stick, took two steps to the door, and looked out along the crack of the door.

"Don't look, don't look!"

The peasant woman was so frightened that she quickly stood up and pulled her husband. Who would have thought that as soon as she grabbed her husband's hand, she felt a little strange.

It seems that what he is holding is not a human hand, but a piece of burnt charcoal.

"Well..."

The peasant woman shivered with fright, her words stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say anything.

At this moment, his husband turned his head slowly, with a strange smile on his expressionless face.

"We died so miserably, you come to accompany us too!"

...

In another villager's home, all the members gathered, and no one spoke.

"What should we do, are we just waiting to die?"

The villager's son spoke suddenly, his face twisted and his tone a little hysterical.

"What else can we do? For the time being, we can only hide at home, and then find a way to alert the temple and let the gods and warriors come to rescue us."

As the head of the family, the villager's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he said in a somewhat frustrated voice.

"Damn it, it's all your fault. Why did you report that family. Now that their family has become an undead, they will definitely not let us go!"

The villager's wife said in a complaining tone, secretly weeping as she spoke.

"What are you afraid of? With the God of War protecting us, what can he do to us even if he becomes an undead?"

When the villager heard his wife's complaint, he immediately roared in an exasperated tone, and after speaking, he kept spinning on the ground.

"No, we must notify the temple of this matter, the faster the better, otherwise we will be in danger!"

With a certain attention in his heart, the villager was about to ask his son to go with him, but found that the outside suddenly became very bright, as if the day had suddenly come.

"What's the matter, why is it so bright outside?"

The villagers' hearts were suspended, and tremblingly, they leaned towards the door, ready to check from the crack of the door.

Then he saw a scorched face, lying on the crack of the door staring at him intently, and a strange voice sounded in his ears.

"We died so miserably, all of your family come to accompany us!"

"Yeah, all of your family come to accompany us!"

A strange voice sounded at the same time. It was a villager who was covered in flames. They were all charred and looked at the door in unison, with numb and gloomy smiles on their faces...