I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

Huang Ye is very famous among the tricksters in Beijing.

As long as people who have seen him once, it is difficult to forget his face.

He is ugly.

He is so ugly that when others say he is ugly, they feel that he is praising him.

But because of his ugliness, he has become a powerful and special character.

In the early years of Jinghai, there has always been a strange legend.

It is said that on the street at two o'clock in the morning, I occasionally meet a person squatting on the side of the road and covering his face.

It's okay if you haven't noticed.

As long as you catch a glimpse of him, he will rush forward screaming and gouging out your eyes with his sharp nails.

For decades, every generation of Jinghai people has received warnings from their elders: don’t go out in the middle of the night, go home early, or someone who covers your face will goug your eyes out!

Most people regard this as a short story with some horror.

Until the advent of strange times.

Someone once took a night scene on the street. After taking the photo, he found that in the shadow part of the photo, there was a squatting person covering his face.

But when he looked up, there was nothing at the location shown in the photo.

He told his friend about it, but the friend didn't take it seriously.

Two hours later, he was found dead at home with a bloody face and missing two eyeballs.

The story spread quickly, and people realized that he had photographed Jing Hai's bizarre 22 legends.

But that picture disappeared by itself. .

In the next few days, people saw the photos one after another.

Their common result is to die from eye gouging.

A senior bank official hid in a vault with layers of security in order to save his life.

But with a scream in the vault, it was still the same ending.

Some people immediately hired tricksters to protect them.

But in the circle surrounded by the swindlers, a pair of sly hands suddenly appeared and inserted into the eyes of the employer.

The tall and thin strange figure appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.

It followed the photo, ignoring any obstacles, and even other weirdnesses couldn't hurt it.

Almost all the tricksters present died at its hands.

There was only one who had closed his eyes from the very beginning and didn't see it.

He survived by chance.

This is a strange story.

Born from horror legends.

Unless the personality is far higher than its weirdness, it is immortal.

As long as the horror legend is alive, it can return again.

Even the Bureau of Conspiracy tried its best, but there was no way to stop the strange murder of covering his face.

Just trying to find the photo, intending to block it.

But not yet for the Conspiracy Bureau to find.

The photo accidentally flowed into Huang Ye's hands.

As expected, the masking ghost found him.

But after seeing Huang Ye's face.

It stopped suddenly.

It feels inferior because of its own existence, so it keeps covering its face, not wanting outsiders to see it.

But after seeing Huang Ye, it was healed by Huang Ye's face.

In this way, Huang Ye became a strange talker out of nowhere.

The strength is so strong that even the director of the Jinghai Conspiracy Investigation Bureau personally recruited him.

It's just that he never agreed to join.

"The situation in the deserted village is very wrong!"

"The last time I came here, I didn't encounter such a situation."

At this time, Huang Ye carefully reminded his companions.

In fact, there is no need for him to remind.

The companions around have already reminded him to be in fear.

On the path of the deserted village, there are strange villagers.

With their backs facing them, their bodies swayed slightly.

Evil, promise.

When several people were hesitating what to do.

Deep in the deserted village, a gong sounded.

when.

The heads of those villagers suddenly drooped and drooped on their chests.

Pointing their toes to the ground, shaking them, in the misty white mist, they walked slowly towards the depths of the deserted village.

An inexplicable chill surged into everyone's hearts, and it took a long time before anyone spoke.

"What should we do now?"

After all, Huang Ye came here once, so he should be more courageous, "The direction they are going should be the open space in the center of the village."

"I've already entered the dungeon, I can't leave even if I want to, follow up and have a look."

"The last time I drank the banquet and wedding wine there."

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and raised his head to follow.

Villagers walk very slowly.

Shaking people while walking.

A few people easily followed without much effort.

But the white mist gradually thickened again.

They dare not follow too far.

Worried about getting lost.

But at the same time, he didn't dare to get too close.

They were afraid that these weird villagers would suddenly stop and stand still.

Even with his back to them, the scene was terrifying.

"Have you seen the strength of these villagers?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

Huang Hua frowned, "Is that important?"

"Here is the evil copy."

"Even if they are weak, how dare you cause trouble?"

Several people shuddered and said no more.

"strangeness."

At this moment, doubts flashed across his face, Huang Ye turned around and looked behind him.

Along the way, he always felt that someone was following them.

Even covering his face strangely, he felt a little uneasy.

"Is it spooky? Or some other unexpected intruder?"

Huang Ye swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly followed the footsteps of the crowd.

It took about five or six minutes to walk.

The white mist is getting deeper and deeper.

He could barely see the stone road beneath his feet.

A few tricksters braved their courage and stopped after walking for more than ten meters.

"No, I can't see the front clearly."

"If we keep going like this, we don't know when those villagers will stop."

"Maybe I'll bump into them again."

The companion spoke.

A few people didn't dare to move any more.

Standing in the white mist.

Hesitating about what to do next.

At this time, there was a strange movement gradually sounding around.

First is the sound of pulling the table and placing the bench.

Then someone was shouting about today's happy event.

The child ran past playing and bumped into a certain table.

The dishes and chopsticks rattled, and several chopsticks fell to the ground.

The adults were scolding, and the children started crying again.

Noisy voices came from the white mist where nothing could be seen.

It was as if they were holding a joyous country feast.

Bursts of food aroma came faintly from the air.

When several tricksters smelled the fragrance, their hearts trembled.

It was a very strange meaty aroma.

Strong fragrance.

Not beef, mutton, pork, let alone chicken, duck and fish.

What kind of meat will be at the banquet?

Everyone suddenly thought of a possibility, and their faces turned pale.

"The matchmaker is here!"

"The matchmaker is here!"

There were bursts of cheers in the white mist.

There was another sound of pulling tables and chairs.

A dull voice sounded:

"Sit down."

"You sit down too.

With these words, the surrounding white mist quickly disappeared.

Several people finally saw the surrounding situation clearly.

In the huge open space, there are twenty or thirty tables.

Most of them are already full of "people".

But 963 is completely opposite to the noisy situation in the white mist.

These "people" lowered their heads, sat stiffly on the chairs, and did not make a sound.

They are the villagers just now.

"You sit too."

Beside the main table, stood an old lady in a bright red dress.

His face was painted with a strange blush, and when he spoke, he was very strange.

"It's the matchmaker, I crowned it last time."

Huang Ye reminded everyone, "Do it first.

"$3..."

The rest gritted their teeth and prepared to find seats to sit down.

But after looking around, I found out.

Most of the tables are already filled.

There are only a few tables left, and there are scattered vacancies.

If they want to sit down, they can't sit together at all, they can only be forced to sit next to those villagers.

"...

Several people stared blankly, but from the corner of their eyes, they noticed the impatience on the matchmaker's face, so they didn't dare to hesitate any longer, bit the bullet, and searched for vacant seats respectively.

Huang Ye took a deep breath, chose a seat, and sat on it.

On the left is a villager with his head down, and on the right is a villager with his head down.

Sitting between the two strange places, he only felt chills all over his body.

"Did they all have broken necks?"

"Can't stand up at all?"

Muttering in his heart, Huang Ye secretly looked at the villagers on the right.

I want to know what the other person looks like and why they keep bowing their heads.

As if aware of his gaze.

The villagers who were being watched by him leaned slowly and twisted their necks bit by bit.

(ps: Insomnia and headache last night, I went out to deal with things today, so there are not many updates, and so on, but I definitely can't finish it today, I will make up the rest in the next two days, sorry everyone.).