Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 25 The Silence

Silently at the entrance of the village, the photographer nervously looked at the old man on the recliner.

Just standing in front of the old man, he could barely breathe.

The gaze behind him was as cold as a knife, and he knew that he could not delay any longer.

Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out an ugly smile and waved to the old man friendly.

Until now, the photographer didn't understand how strong the guy's psychological quality was when he just entered the village. He could chat and laugh with such a monster, and even had the upper hand in this "confrontation".

Behind him, the fat old Zhang had already taken back the lost dog, and the black backpack on his back kept beating, but he ignored it.

As long as you lose your gaze, it won't take long for a stray dog ​​to lose its activity.

Beside the fat man, the man in sunglasses stared at the photographer expressionlessly.

He has just instructed other people that once this unlucky guy fails and dies, they will immediately evacuate from this place.

All of a sudden, all eyes on the scene were focused on the trembling photographer.

Although the latter was scared, he hadn't lost his mind yet. Although the man in the sunglasses emphasized that he should follow Bai Mo's example, he didn't intend to make a sound.

He forced himself to be calm, the smile on his face widened, and he reached out to touch the hood on the old man's face.

The old man looked at him indifferently, without any movement.

The photographer took deep breaths repeatedly, moved forward inch by inch, and finally touched the other person's face.

Cold, decaying, no different from a dead body.

He tried to tear off the hood, but he couldn't do it. Seeing that the old man didn't respond, he became more courageous, gritted his teeth, and pulled back with both hands.

But he exhausted all his strength, even if his head should be pulled out, he still couldn't pull off the hood.

During this period, the man in the sunglasses tried to take the opportunity to sneak into the village, but was stopped by the old man again, so he had to give up.

He put a gun to the photographer's waist, warning him not to waste time.

Although the latter was scolding his mother in his heart, he couldn't resist. He understood what the man in the sunglasses meant, what the man did just now... he should do what he should do.

After a short hesitation, he gritted his teeth, took out the gag talisman from his mouth, looked at the old man on the couch, and said in a trembling voice, "Grand...Master, why are you sleeping with a hood on?"

The old man just looked at him without responding.

fine?

Witnessing this scene, everyone was overjoyed, and the photographer almost burst into tears. He boldly asked, "Master, how about I help you take off the hood?"

The old man still didn't respond.

The photographer breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the hood again and tried to pull it up, only to find that it could be pulled up this time!
it works!Could this be the way to pass the customs?

He felt a little absurd, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled off the hood under the nervous eyes of everyone.

The sky was gloomy, and the old man's true face was completely exposed in the cold air.

Everyone's heart sank.

I saw under the hood...

It was a bloody face!
There were obvious marks of bullet holes on the face, and the granulation at the wound wriggled like a tiny pink centipede, constantly climbing on the sarcoma.

The photographer felt nauseated when he saw it, and he suddenly felt that maybe he shouldn't take off the headgear...

But at this moment, the monster's eyes suddenly changed, staring at him firmly.

His back was chilled, and he felt that death would come at any moment. He quickly recalled Bai Mo's tone, and said with a smile: "Master, why don't you go into the room, or you will catch a cold..."

The old man got up slowly.

The photographer turned pale with shock, and said in a panic, "Master, you should spend more time in the sun when you get older..."

The old man leaned forward, his head gradually approaching him.

"Master, you really are still a child at heart..."

He was about to cry, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of blood and putrefaction.

"I'll help you put the headgear back on again! I know that Niu Warrior never takes it off..."

The next second, his voice stopped abruptly, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

A scarlet tongue spurted out along with the blood, and landed at the old man's feet.

"Shh..."

The latter glanced at everyone present, put his index finger between his lips, and gestured for silence.

The photographer couldn't figure out why he died. It was clear that the guy had nothing to do before...

Not only him, but the whole team of quests was a little hard to understand the situation in front of them.

The man in the sunglasses didn't hesitate at all, and immediately gave the retreat order.

You don’t need to make money, but if you lose your life, you can lose it. Everything just now was too weird. He planned to go back to review the game first, and then explore this restricted area again when he is sure.

As for the deal with Changyuan Company...does it matter?
The old man didn't even look at the corpse under his feet, his bloody face showed no expression, his eyes turned to the people who were about to evacuate, his eyes were full of malice.

The man in the sunglasses felt a sudden in his heart, and immediately stood in front of everyone, telling them not to hesitate and leave here as soon as possible.

Not long after, he seemed to sense something was wrong, and his expression became particularly ugly.

The teammates behind him didn't move at all, as if they didn't see his gesture.

Looking back, I saw that everyone seemed to have been frightened stupid, standing in place, looking in horror at the direction they came from - the narrow path.

To be more precise...it was looking at the figures on the path.

It was a shirtless white-haired man, his eyes were bound by a blood-stained red cloth, his body was covered with scars, the wounds criss-crossed, it was hideous and terrifying, and it was shocking to look at.

His two shoulder blades were pierced by metal black thorns, and the ends of the black thorns were connected to two huge and heavy chains, which spread to the man's arms and ankles respectively, and finally wrapped around his neck.

The chain was covered with tiny, sharp thorns, and every time the man moved a step, blood would ooze from his body.

He walked towards the crowd step by step, the chain made a loud noise, blood flowed all over the ground, but it seemed as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Just looking at it, the man in the sunglasses froze all over, as if his body no longer belonged to him, and he couldn't move at all.

Danger!Danger!Danger!

The terrible premonition seemed to crush the nerves, and an infinite sense of trembling spread from the depths of the soul.

"What the hell is this..."

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the man in the sunglasses stared at the man—this guy's mouth was sewn shut with dense black thread, and he definitely had something to do with Silent Village.

The man moved slowly, as if he was staring at a certain direction, he didn't care about the people who couldn't move at all, and a long bloodstain was dragged out on the ground.

Behind everyone, the old man at the entrance of the village had already disappeared together with the reclining chair.

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely, and every second was extremely tormented.

Like inconspicuous dust, every member of the team touched by the man died suddenly, blood mist filled the sky, and the dark sky became more and more misty.

No one can resist, life is like weeds on the roadside, withering worthlessly.

The man in the sunglasses was filled with grief and anger, and he moved his arms desperately, trying to touch the dagger at his waist - as long as he held the dagger, he could cast his life-saving Taoism!

As long as you touch it, even if it's just a little bit...

But everything was in vain. In front of this monster, he couldn't even satisfy this little desire.

His thoughts were scattered, his eyes were pitch black, and there was the deafening sound of iron chains rubbing against his ears—the man in the sunglasses managed to gather his consciousness, only to realize that his whole body was riddled with holes and blood was spattering.

So I'm going to die...

But he couldn't even feel the pain in his body.

Consciousness scattered and converged, and when he was in chaos, he suddenly recalled one thing.

The stele in Silent Village seems to be slightly shorter than those in other restricted areas, and the letter C engraved on the stele is also much smaller...

Wait...so that's it.

He suddenly realized something, and he was not so desperate all of a sudden, but rather relieved.

"It's not a C-level restricted area..."

He smiled bitterly. If the stone tablet in the village of Silence was pulled out, would the slightly smaller C...be actually the upper half of S?
"Death in the S-level forbidden area is not considered useless."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the man in sunglasses fell to the ground safely.

The man carrying the chains did not stop at all, and walked towards the village with heavy steps.

……

Meanwhile, a room full of red envelopes.

The black wind chime rang without wind, and a red envelope fell to the ground.

"The silent ones have awakened."

(End of this chapter)