ghost market

Spnstyle new notice, today and tomorrow due to accidents, I have no time to surf the Internet for a whole day, and it will be completely fixed the day after tomorrow. I will restore the update first, and move the server to ensure that the data on both sides is synchronized. 2013930

spn night, pitch black.

Candlelight flickers on and off.

The ferocious face, which was exactly the same as the statue under the tree, was tightly attached to the table.The blood on its face painted the glass with a bright red blur, and a pair of huge eyes were staring at us in the room through this blur, pure white, without pupils! "Crack!"

Ruan Yu loaded the pistol decisively, and aimed straight at those strange white eyes.

"Don't! Don't!" Seeing this, Teacher Luo hurriedly rushed over, holding Ruan Yu's hand holding the gun tightly with both hands.He suppressed his voice as much as possible, and growled in a tone that was almost crying blood: "We will be finished once we shoot! These things can tear up a cow in a few minutes! They are blind and can't see! Don't make a sound!! !” [

Time staggers forward in a depressing atmosphere.Every step is extremely slow.

The white shadow stuck to the board kept moving, magnifying the blur of the bright red layer.The two fangs sticking out of the lips, from time to time, they would rub against the glass to make a very piercing and sharp sound, just like the mourning drum from hell!

It stopped rubbing.Slowly turned his head and put his ears on the glass...

still!

It is as it is on the outside as it is on us on the inside.

Although the nervousness made everyone's heart beat faster, everyone was trying their best to suppress themselves, not daring to make any sound, even trying to slow down their breathing.After all, no one wants to be that pig in the coffin!

After a while, Shirai Shadow slowly left the glass and backed away slowly.

Sudden!It slammed back onto the glass, and with a "pop" on its hideous face, a bright red rubbing was printed on the glass!

The explosion sounded like a sledgehammer hitting everyone's hearts suddenly, and the blood in the heart was instantly pressed to the whole body, almost bursting the blood vessels!

If it wasn't for Xiaoqian's hands not leaving her lips, she would have been scared to scream again by the sudden shock.If it wasn't for Ruan Yu's quick reaction to catch Mr. Luo who was collapsing, then the movement of him falling to the ground would definitely cause a bigger noise, thus attracting the group of "white monsters"!

It's a pity that fate has no ifs!

Bai Ying put his ear against the glass again and listened for a while. After realizing that his "trick" did not bring any gains, he slowly jumped back to the old tree.

The "gluttonous feast" composed of fresh flesh and blood in the greenhouse also came to an end at this time.The group of blood-colored white shadows slowly jumped together, forming a queue similar to when they entered the village.

"Hey~~chirp!"

The white shadow at the head suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl.A white figure at the end of the queue jumped out in response, and jumped towards the coffin dumbly until he jumped into the coffin!

The equipment under the coffin started with its movement.Driven by the organ, the gleaming iron spikes made a "snap", instantly piercing the bottom of the coffin and the white shadow in the coffin together, forming a strange picture.

Bai Yingqun stood there silently for a while, and then jumped out of the village just like when they came.In an instant, it disappeared into the vast night.

Line up, line up, die, leave.

During the whole process, they didn't make a sound, which was in stark contrast to the noise when they came.The noise, showing their cruelty, makes people shudder!Quiet, but with an inexplicable sense of pilgrimage, as if obeying some rules hidden in the dark! [

Compared with the brutal noise, this silence is actually more terrifying!

The morning light shone into the room through the old latticework, driving away the oppressive darkness, but it couldn't drive away the blood permeated in the air.

"Do you think that group of white shadows last night could be a kind of monkey? After all, their looks..." Xiaoqian sat on a chair with her shoulders in her arms.I don't know if the slightly trembling body is due to the slight cold in the morning, or because of the "they" in the words.

"I'm not sure, those things look like some kind of monkey, but many places are very weird. I heard that large primates such as 'red baboons' and 'mandrills' sometimes attack people But, I have never heard of such a fierce one. That pig...but it was torn apart in less than a minute! Besides, their movements are very..." Ruan Yu rubbed her forehead lightly.Last night's bloodshed and doubts filled our hearts, and no one could really fall asleep the whole night.

"Stiff!" I touched my nose and picked up her words, "It's as stiff as a 'zombie', and it doesn't have the flexibility of ordinary primates at all. Third brother, is there such a thing as a 'zombie monkey'? ?”

Yan Daojie glanced at me with a cigarette in his mouth, then sprayed white smoke from his nostrils, and said contemptuously: "You think this is "Resident Evil"? Or 'zombie monkey'? Let me tell you, 'zombies' in the true sense In fact, there are only two types, one is formed naturally, and the other is refined by secret methods. However, no matter which type it is, it requires a lot of conditions to form it, which can be said to be very difficult! Ordinary people have heard the most Let’s talk about the “Maoshan Raising Corpse Technique”. To raise a zombie, you need to go through the seven steps of “selecting corpses, burying corpses, washing corpses, entering the law, offering sacrifices to souls, channeling spirits, and locking Yin”. Which link comes out? Even if all the problems are solved, all previous efforts will be wasted. Even if everything is successful, this zombie can only do some basic actions, which is useless. Besides, it will take at least ten or eight years to raise it to this level. How difficult do you think!' Zombie Monkey '? Who is crazy to play with this thing! Let’s just talk about whether it can be raised or not, no one can afford it!"

""Resident Evil"?! This is possible!" Ruan Yu suddenly raised his head and looked at us, "Could the group of things be infected with some unknown virus? Or some kind of mutation? After all, they are already obvious Albino..."

"There are so many 'possibilities' in this direction, we might never figure it out!" I knocked on the table a few times and thought for a while, then said: "What I am most worried about now is not the identities of these things, but There are several other doubts. The appearance of this group of things is almost exactly the same as the statues under the tree. The villagers here are worshiping their stone statues. Why? Judging from the situation last night, the unknown deceased However, the worship is a 'sacrifice' to this group of things. Does this mean that the death of that person has something to do with them? However, Mr. Luo once said that the person died in the 'magic tree'! Then this group of things Is it related to the "Magic Tree"? I have always suspected that the "Magic Tree" he mentioned is the "Sacred Tree" we are looking for! Do you still remember that Mr. Luo warned us not to mention the word "Sacred Tree" in the village? ?At that time, his expression was very excited. Why is that? And... one of the group of things died in the coffin at the end. If my guess is true, the dead people in the village are related to them. Then, their behavior Can it be seen as a kind of 'debt repayment'? It seems to be following certain rules! What secrets does this village have..."

A pile of questions threw everyone into silence immediately.We are very clear in our hearts that these questions cannot be answered by analysis and reasoning.The only ones who can give an answer are the people in this village!

But how do we get them to talk?The vigilance and rejection in those people's eyes is still vivid, and it is obviously not an easy task to know the answer...

"Several police officers, are you up?" Teacher Luo's shout came in through the crack of the dilapidated wooden door, piercing the oppressive silence in the room like a needle.

I quickly got up and welcomed him into the house.After exchanging pleasantries, Mr. Luo said that the village chief invited us to the banquet, and you can ask the village chief directly if you need to know anything, and let us pack up and go with him.

Everyone hurriedly packed up their equipment, and then followed Mr. Luo into the shed next to the old tree.The straw mats and coffin in the shed have been carried away, and the blood on the ground has been washed away, but there is still a faint fishy smell in the air.Several long wooden tables are arranged in the shed in a certain order, and villagers are sitting next to each table.

I took a rough look and found that most of them were the "heads of households" who were kneeling on straw mats last night. It seemed that this dinner was still a continuation of yesterday's "sacrifice".

We walked through the crowd following Mr. Luo's thin back. The scene, which was originally quite lively, fell into silence as soon as we stepped into the greenhouse.Although there is no longer hostility in those eyes that are staring at the body, the obvious guard in the eyes is still like flying swords in shape, stabbing us from time to time.It seems that people here hate foreigners very much.

The atmosphere in the shed returned to normal when we sat next to the village chief. The villagers withdrew their needle-like gazes and got busy with their own eating and drinking.I breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took the opportunity of changing glasses to chat with the village chief who seemed to be in his 90s.

After several conversations, the piles of questions in my mind were finally solved a little bit.The unknown deceased was indeed killed by the group of "white shadows", the villagers called them "white fierce", and the place where they lived was in the dense forest not far behind the village.It is said that there is a huge "magic tree" in the depths of the dense forest, where the most famous "savages" in Shennongjia live, and those "white murderers" are "watchdogs" raised by the savages!

The dense forest has a sinister name-Magic Tree Ridge!It is said that it is a cursed place where "whoever enters will die", and even those who die in it will bring bad luck to their families and neighbors.The group of "white murderers" will follow the scent of the dead to find his place of residence. If there is no corresponding "sacrifice" to reach a certain balance with them, then they will face the worst result-the massacre of the village!

These news make me very excited.Leaving aside those bloody rumors, from the village head's so-called "handed down from old age" description, I can clearly hear that the natural environment of the "Magic Tree Ridge" is very similar to the description in the "Han Fu"!

Xiaoqian's sneaky wink at me made me believe this even more, and I hurriedly raised my wine glass and sent a bunch of flattery to the old village head, like "the Yellow River is flooding", in order to find out more news.The old village head was coaxed by me to be "consoled", and he laughed and asked a few middle-aged women to serve us four bowls of broth, saying that it could "eliminate filth".

I hurriedly thanked him, and immediately explored the way into "Magic Tree Ridge" while the iron was hot.Unexpectedly, the black and strong man who bled the fat pig with a sharp knife last night stood beside us at this time.He stretched out his hand to stop the woman who brought us the soup bowl, and asked in a deep voice, "How many people! Do you mean that you plan to enter the mountain?"

I looked at him silently and nodded slightly. [

This slight nod of the head, unexpectedly achieved the effect of hitting the primer with a hammer.The entire greenhouse fell into a deathly silence for an instant, and then suddenly erupted!

All the villagers got up from their chairs and surrounded us layer by layer.Their faces were all flushed red, but I can confirm that this redness definitely did not come from alcohol, but... anger!

"You're so numb! The foreign goods wipe out a good one!"

"It's like! Er Dezi was kidnapped just now, and he's messing around again!"

"Fuck them!"

"Fuck them!"

The villagers rushed towards us excitedly, some picked up the chairs around them, and some picked up the wine bottles.Their expressions gradually became crazy, and their bloodshot eyes stared straight at us!

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller...