I, the last yin-yang embroidery master

The wail of the old village chief.

It's not just the back mountains.

Even the entire Fengmen Village is clearly audible.

Everyone listened to the voice.

Goosebumps all over my body rose.

It's like using a sharp dagger.

A knife cut off the flesh on his body piece by piece.

In the eyes of the villagers who were a little numb.

The wailing of the old village chief sounded for nearly half an hour before it ended.

It was originally a banquet to celebrate.

At this moment, it turned out to be a funeral banquet for the old village chief.

Everyone was a little lost.

I don't know who said home.

Villagers gathered together.

They scattered and returned to their homes.

But this night.

It is not destined to be peaceful.

Everyone in the village dreamed of the old village chief.

And the old village chief in the dream.

Unrecognizable.

It's as if you've been skinned alive.

Like a bloody man.

He opened his mouth and roared at them.

Inquire.

Why didn't you save him?

Why don't you save him!

The next day.

The sun rises as usual.

The wisps of sunshine made the villagers' emotions slightly relaxed.

But still no one dared to go to the fence in the back mountain.

Even if it's the old village chief who collects the body.

No one dared to go.

Even the fence in the back mountain has become a taboo.

No one wants to talk about this place.

The impact that the human-faced tiger gave them.

And last night everyone dreamed of the old village chief.

These two things come together.

Let everyone be a little scared.

There was an atmosphere of terror throughout the village.

And they found one thing.

That is.

Whatever method they use.

I can't get out of this closed village.

It's like a giant ghost hitting the wall and locking everyone here.

Closed village roads and closed doors.

Day 3.

When everyone woke up, they all understood one thing.

They were really entangled by the old village chief.

At night in my sleep.

Everyone dreamed of the old village chief again.

But this time, the old village chief turned out to be a human-faced thing.

It's terrifying.

I even heard that the day of the moonfall is the coming of death.

This vague sentence.

......

......

Speaking of which.

Cheng Banxian stopped talking.

Gently tapped on the coffee table and said.

"What will happen later, of course, I don't need to say more. "

"In the entire closed door village, dozens of people escaped. "

"And these dozens of people, all of them have a characteristic, that is, they didn't go to that fence that day. "

And the rest of the hundreds, all of them died in the largest ancestral hall. "

"That's how my master described it at the time. "

"The anger is fierce, the blood is bloody, the stumps are everywhere, the broken bones are flying, and the blood is converging into a river of blood, like a real hell, terrifying. "

This passage alone. "

"I can imagine how horrible it must be when I close my eyes. "

"I always thought that everyone thought that this matter was over, but I didn't expect the old village chief's resentment to be so big and last so long. "

Su Yu also sighed, picked up the words of the half-immortal, and spoke.

"No wonder you said before that this is the fault of the people of the closed village. "

"The person who lost his surname was already extremely recruiting, and the old village chief died so tragically and painfully. "

"It is also a very common thing to become a very evil ghost. "

Huzi listened to this story and muttered in disbelief.

"I remembered, I remembered. "

"When my father was still around, I vaguely heard my grandfather's nickname, which was called Erwazi. "

"So, I'm really called Mourning Tiger, not Shanghu. "

"It's mourning, not Shang, I'm from Fengmen Village. "

Huzi shook his head and muttered to himself, looking incredulous.

Cheng Banxian poured the tea into his mouth, raised his head and asked Huzi.

"Do you remember where the grave was where you wept?"

Huzi nodded and replied.

"Naturally, I still remember clearly, and I will never forget that kind of strange thing for the rest of my life. "

After Cheng Banxian heard about it.

He also stood up without hesitation and said.

"Let's go, go to that place, and you'll find out what it's like. "

Su Yu also nodded in agreement.

So the two of them were in the middle of the night at twelve o'clock.

Walk towards the largest cemetery in Gusu City.

A cemetery is a place where the deceased are buried.

Even during the day, there is a deep yin aura, let alone the middle of the night.

Walk into the cemetery.

Su Yu felt various white shadows flickering in front of him.

They are all ghosts and ghosts that remain in the world.

Under the identification of Huzi.

Su Yu and Cheng Banxian came to the place where their ghosts cried and mourned before.

Look at the tombstone in front of you that doesn't have your name written on it.

Cheng Banxian arched his hand.

Without hesitation, he put his hand into the tombstone cave.

After two careful groping.

A huge, sharp tiger tooth appeared in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, you can be 100% sure, you are the descendant of Fengmen Village. "

"From the current performance, as well as this tiger tooth, it can be inferred. "

"That old village chief should have turned into a very deep ghost. "

"A ghost who works for the tiger, and his resentment is very deep. "

"Su Yu, what are you going to do?"

Hearing Cheng Banxian's question.

Su Yu's eyes flickered, and after thinking carefully for a moment, he replied.

"Actually, as I said before, I don't have a choice. "

"Cause and effect, cause and effect, since I am contaminated with cause, then I must solve that effect. "

"You can't escape and you can't escape, and the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. "

"Since it is now about seven days before the day of the moonfall, which is the new moon. "

"Then in these seven days, go to Fengmen Village. "

"Take a look, this so-called closure of the door. "

"What does it look like..."

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PS: It's three o'clock in the morning when the fifth shift arrives....

I'm sleepy, and I feel like I can't open my eyes.

The dog author is too slow to code, and I'm afraid that I won't feel that way if I write fast.

Sometimes it takes two hours to write 2,000 words before they dare to send them out.

Let's ask for a monthly pass, flowers, and evaluation ticket~