Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 182 Blind Mountain Village

Yes.

Judging by the sky, it should be in the middle of the night.

Would a normal village raise so much smoke?
After Lin Fan's reminder, Luo Qian and Yuan Ping, who were only thinking about taking a break, became vigilant again.

Often the more seemingly normal something is, the more abnormal it is in this crazy world, with its peers, and the dangers lurking around the corners.

"This map was given to me by Tilanpo. We will come here. Is it related to her..."

Lin Fan paid attention to everything around him.

But apart from the smoke rising from every household, this Blind Mountain Village does not seem to have any abnormalities, and there has never been a breath of spiritual erosion.

Looking back along the small village, there is a steep mountain behind, the mountain road is very steep, surrounded by a circle of smog that cannot be dispersed all year round, which is also the origin of the name Blind Mountain.

There is a straight road in Blind Mountain Village, leading directly to the Blind Mountain behind it, and on both sides of the road, there are one after another uniform locust trees, which look quite lush.

It is such a backward village.

At the entrance of the village, there is actually a modern station, and there is a station sign beside it. No matter how you look at it, it is out of place.

Noticing something was wrong here, Yuan Ping supported the reading glasses, after observing for a while, he pondered for a moment and said:

"There is no breath of fierce ghosts here, and there is no trace of ghosts ever existing."

"This is the real world, ghosts don't appear too often, can you see signs of living people?" Lin Fan asked as he stopped the bus at the station.

"I can't see it, and my ghost ears don't respond." Yuan Ping squeezed his sore eye sockets, closed his eyes temporarily, and using the supernatural presbyopic reading glasses for a long time will make the ghosts inside become active, and he usually doesn't use them for too long.

No trace of ghosts...

There is no sign of living people...

So who is it, the rising smoke?

The weird situation in front of them was like a cloud of fog that shrouded the hearts of the three of them.

In the end, Lin Fan agreed to the decision to get out of the car, thinking: "Let's get out of the car together and see if there are any living people around here."

"Brother Ye, can you get out of the car?"

Yuan Ping was stunned and couldn't help asking.

He always thought that Lin Fan was deeply "entangled" with the ghost bus, and he couldn't get off the bus.

"Yes, I drove [-] stops today. According to regulations, I can rest for a while." Lin Fan casually made an excuse.

In fact, the rigid rule of this supernatural bus is that the driver must drive "one" line in one trip.

As for the specific number of sites to be opened.

Not capped.

Lin Fan also continued the journey of the former driver for a while, and then he was able to leave the carriage, so that the ghost bus would not leave on its own.

"Are we really going to get off here?" Luo Qian felt that this was dangerous, and suggested in a low voice, "How about we go back to the station in Dahai City first?"

"Forgot to tell you guys."

Lin Fan naturally thought of this, and told them the cruel truth: "We didn't leave openly. The ghost bride is chasing us non-stop. Once we return to the mezzanine of the underworld at this time, we will go back to die."

The supernatural bus must pass through the interlayer of the underworld to shuttle between stations, and the sedan chair on which the ghost bride sits has a similar ability.

So he didn't plan to go back at this time. Instead of meeting the ghost bride again, he would rather explore this blind mountain village. No matter what, he couldn't be more terrifying than a top-level red-clothed ghost.

"Brother Ye, you and..."

"Shut up, if you don't get off the bus, you can stay in the car." Lin Fan interrupted Luo Qian in time, and got off the bus on his own.

Luo Qian behind him smiled and followed, while Yuan Ping looked at the two of them, not knowing what happened, so he immediately moved up to ask.

Of course, Luo Qian would not tell him.

If you want to say it, you can't say it in front of Lin Fan.

After getting out of the car, Lin Fan didn't care how the two behind him whispered, and walked into the quiet Blind Mountain Village, and saw something strange in his eyes.

It was a palm-sized wooden sculpture.

The wood carving is a rough human figure, only with a body and limbs, but no facial features.

He picked up the wooden carving that was lying on the side, flipped through it, and found a line of engraved writing at the bottom of it, which read:

"Forgive us our sins".

our sins...

Carefully rubbing the handwriting on it with his fingers, Lin Fan felt a chill in his heart.

He raised his head and saw in astonishment that there was not only one wooden sculpture without facial features like this, but one was placed at the door of every household.

This shows that the appearance of wood carvings is not accidental. For the villagers of Blind Mountain Village, these wood carvings without facial features should have a deeper meaning.

"This mountain... seems to be a blind mountain?"

Looking at the mountain at the end of the village, Luo Qian who was following behind was uncertain.

Lin Fan looked back at him: "Have you been here?"

"I've been here once," Luo Qian said with a nod. "Our Fushou Cemetery rarely accepts outside work, but an old friend of my father moved here. After his death, he even named us to handle the funeral affairs, so I Just came here."

"Did anything strange happen?"

"Yes... I remember that the person's coffin was very abnormal. It was actually a red coffin, as if it was stained red with blood."

There was a look of fear in Luo Qian's eyes.

However, these words made Lin Fan's heart suddenly gripped. The blood-stained coffin couldn't be a blood coffin that gave birth to fierce ghosts, right?

He hadn't forgotten how the blood coffin guarded by the ghost guards got out of control, and the ghosts bred in it, even the ghost guards in good condition, would fall to pieces.

"Do you still remember where the coffin was buried?"

"I don't really remember. I only know that it is in the depths of Blind Mountain. As for the specific location, the villagers here took me there." Luo Qian replied.

In the depths of the Blind Mountain?
Lin Fan stared at the mountain hidden in the mist, trying to find a certain connection between this mountain, the blood coffin that bred ghosts, and Tilanpo.

"If it is really a blood coffin, then I have been in contact with the blood coffin three times so far..."

"One time in the coffin shop in the eighth town, one time in the village of ghost messengers, and one time now."

Thinking about his connection with the blood coffin, Lin Fan smelled a familiar smell of being arranged.

With a trace of solemnity, he put away a wooden carving, and then, together with the two people behind him, came to the side of a dark house.

The door was ajar, not closed.

"Squeak-"

Pushing open the door, there was a harsh sound.

"Brother Ye, let me go ahead, I can sense the ghost's breath immediately." Looking at the dark and dark room, Yuan Ping offered to propose.

Not only does he control ghost ears, but he also has reading glasses that can see through the supernatural. He is indeed the best candidate for exploring the way.

"Be careful, I will pay attention behind you." Lin Fan didn't try to be brave, he took a step back and let Yuan Ping walk in front.

The three of them walked into the smoky room.

The area inside seemed to be much larger than it looked from the outside. They moved forward for a while, and the ground went all the way down, as if they had walked into a cave.

"Wait, someone's inside!"

Yuan Ping, who was walking in the front, suddenly spoke.

Lin Fan and Luo Qian who were behind were startled and stopped quickly, imagining in their minds that there were all kinds of unrecognizable ghosts and evil spirits in the depths of the room.

But when they approached, they found that it was a figure with its back to the door.

Upon closer inspection, this person was actually naked, kneeling on the ground in a very humble posture, with his hands clasped together, as if he was begging for someone's forgiveness.

And beside him, there was a not-so-sharp knife, two withered eyeballs and half of a blackened tongue.

(End of this chapter)