I, the last yin and yang embroidery master

The wailing of the old village chief.

It’s not just the back mountain.

Even the entire Closed Gate Village was clearly audible.

Everyone listened to this voice.

Goosebumps all over my body.

It’s like using a sharp dagger.

A knife cuts off the flesh on the body, piece by piece.

In the villagers’ somewhat numb expressions.

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

A banquet originally held to celebrate.

At this moment, it turned into a funeral banquet for the old village chief.

Everyone is a little lost in their souls.

I don’t know who said a word to go 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.

Open your mouth and roar at them.

Inquire.

Why not save him?

Why not save him!

The next day.

The sun also rises.

The slightest ray of sunlight made the villagers’ mood slightly relaxed.

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

Even if it is the old village chief who collects the corpse.

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 of the human-faced tiger on them.

And last night everyone dreamed of the old village chief.

These two things come together.

It made everyone feel a little scared.

The whole village is filled with an atmosphere of terror.

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 a wall, locking everyone up here.

Closed village roads, no doors.

Day 3.

Everyone woke up and understood one thing.

They were really entangled by the old village chief.

At night in your sleep.

Once again, everyone dreamed of the old village chief.

However, this time, the old village chief turned into a human-faced thing.

It’s terrifying.

I also heard that the day of the moonfall is the time of death.

This vague sentence.

……

……

Speaking of which.

Cheng Banxian stopped talking.

Tapping lightly on the coffee table, he spoke.

“What will happen later, naturally I don’t need to say more.”

“In the entire closed gate village, dozens of people escaped.”

“And these dozens of people have a characteristic, that is, they did not go to that fence that day.”

“And the rest of the hundreds of people all died in the largest ancestral hall.”

“That’s how my master described it at the time.”

“Fierce and bloody, stump limbs everywhere, broken bones flying, blood pooling into a river of blood, like a real nasal hell, terrifying.”

“That’s just this passage.”

“I can imagine with my eyes closed how horrible it is.”

“I always thought that everyone thought that this matter was over, but I didn’t expect that the old village chief’s resentment would be so great and lasted so long.”

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

“No wonder you said before that this is the blame of the people of Feng Men Village.”

“Those who lost their surnames are already extremely yin, plus the old village chief died so miserably and painfully.”

“It is also very common to become an extremely evil ghost.”

Huzi listened to this story and muttered with his mouth wide open in disbelief.

“I remembered, I remembered.”

“When my father was still there, I vaguely heard my grandfather’s nickname, which was called Erwazi.”

“So, I’m really called a mourning tiger, not a shang hu.”

“It’s a funeral or not, I’m from Fengmen Village.”

Huzi shook his head and muttered, looking incredulous.

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

“Do you remember the grave where you wept?”

Huzi nodded and replied.

“I naturally remember that kind of strange thing clearly, I will never forget it in my life.”

After Cheng Banxian heard this.

He also stood up without hesitation.

“Let’s go, go to that place and see what it’s like.”

Su Yu also nodded in agreement.

So the two of them ghosted, at twelve o’clock in the middle of the night.

Walk towards the largest cemetery in Gusu City.

The cemetery is where the deceased are buried.

Even during the day, there is a deep yin air, not to mention the late night now.

Step into the cemetery.

Su Yu felt various white shadows flickering in front of his eyes.

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

Under the identification of the tiger.

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

Look at the tombstone with no name written in front of you.

Cheng Banxian arched his hand.

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

After two careful fumbling.

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

“Well, you can be 100% sure that you are a descendant of Fengmen Village.”

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

“That old village chief should have become a ghost with extremely deep Daoism.”

“A ghost who works for the tiger, and his grudge is deep.”

“Su Yu, what are you going to do?”

Hearing what Cheng Banxian asked.

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

“Actually, as I said before, I already have no choice.”

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

“If you can’t escape, you can’t escape, and the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.”

“Since there are still about seven days before the day of the moonfall, that is, the new moon.”

“Then in these seven days, go to Fengmen Village.”

“Take a look, this so-called closure.”

“What does it look like…”

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PS: The fifth is here, it’s three o’clock in the morning….

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

The dog author codeword is too slow, I am afraid that I will not feel that if I write fast.

Sometimes it takes two hours to write two thousand words before they dare to send out.

Ask for a monthly pass, flowers, and evaluation ticket~