The sun was setting in the west, and dusk was approaching.
Outside the village, the Taoist Priest Mummy, who was wearing a Taoist robe and covering his face, looked over.
"This place is so remote!"
Zhang Chen frowned.
The mountain village was not big. There were only about ten households in total, gathered in a ring.
There was only a small path in the surroundings, and it was located in a small depression. If he had not followed that person here with Yin Qi, he would not have been able to find this place.
This place was much more remote than Fengmen Village.
Most importantly, the houses here were all wooden and thatched huts. The courtyard was built with bluestone, and the decorations were extremely simple.
"It looks like it has existed for even longer than Fengmen Village!”
Zhang Chen thought.
"Moreover, the Yin Qi is very strong!"
Zhang Chen frowned.
Covering his dry face, Zhang Chen stepped into the village.
"Phew!"
A cold wind blew past, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Zhang Chen frowned.
"This village…is not right!"
The blood was thick, and someone was bound to die!
It was far from dusk, but not a single person could be seen in the village.
What was even stranger was that the village was deathly silent.
There wasn't even the chirping of birds or the chirping of insects.
In addition to the heavy Yin Qi, Zhang Chen deduced that there must be some changes here.
"Be careful!"
Zhang Chen thought.
Even though he was a dried corpse and did not belong to the Yang Realm.
However…this puppet was quite precious after all, and it could not be damaged.
The village wasn't very big, so Zhang Chen could see through it at a glance.
On the main road in the middle, a straw mat was spread out, stained with blood.
There were no bloodstains around the straw mat, but there were many messy footprints, as if someone had stepped on them.
"It should be that person who caused trouble!"
Zhang Chen guessed.
However, something was wrong.
With that person's cruelty, if he charged into a crowd of living people, there would definitely be no survivors.
Even if the villagers were lucky enough to escape, there would at least be blood on the ground.
This situation was quite wrong.
Looking around, Zhang Chen walked along the main road.
The houses here were thatched huts. The front of the house was surrounded by a wooden fence to form a simple courtyard, and the back was surrounded by a fence to keep animals.
Zhang Chen glanced over and saw that the pigs, sheep, cows, donkeys, and other animals that were kept in captivity were all lying there "sleeping".
In the courtyard where he was standing, the donkey tied to the yard was also " sleeping."
"Donkey?"
Zhang Chen leaned over and saw that the donkey's body was stiff. There was a hole in its abdomen. It was the corpse of the donkey that he had followed and was carried by the villagers!
Looking at the other pigs, cows, donkeys, and sheep, they had all died a long time ago.
The wound was the same as the donkey's.
"All dead?"
Zhang Chen's face darkened.
Judging from the degree of stiffness of the corpse, it had not been long since he died.
It should be before he arrived.
He left the pigsty and came to the room. He looked through the old wooden window and saw that there was no one inside.
They followed the main road and found four or five houses in a row. All the animals they raised were dead, and the owners of the houses were not at home.
Some of them were still stewing wild boar meat on the stove.
Some of them had freshly cut wild vegetables on the chopping board.
But there was no one.
He went to two more houses and saw someone at the third house.
There were about fifty to sixty people in the small courtyard.
When Zhang Chen pushed open the door and entered, these people turned their heads in unison. Their expressions did not change at all, and their faces were unnaturally green.
Moreover, they stood in the courtyard like wooden pillars with their hands on both sides, motionless. Their entire bodies were stiff, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.
"Dear guest from afar, may I ask why you came to our village?”
Zhang Chen saw an old man in his fifties walk out from behind the villagers.
He was leaning on a walking stick and wearing long-sleeved clothes. His back was slightly hunched, and his hair and beard were all white.
"This looks like a living person!"
Zhang Chen thought.
The other people in the courtyard looked like walking corpses. Everyone's expression was extremely strange.
Zhang Chen didn't see any tricks, so he didn't act rashly.
Now, this old man seemed to be a living person, so she could only ask him.
"Old man…"
The hoarse voice did not sound like it came from a living person.
However, the old man's expression remained unchanged. He continued to look at him and listen.
"Excuse me, have you seen a…left hand?”
The hoarse voice asked this brainless question.
"What left hand?"
The old man seemed puzzled.
Zhang Chen glanced at the old man's left hand that was hidden in his sleeve and let out a strange laugh." That's it!"”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chen revealed a withered face.
Naturally, it was the face of the dried corpse Taoist priest.
The village chief's expression changed immediately and he shouted," Who are you?”
However, before he could finish speaking, his right hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his throat.
The village chief's expression instantly became terrified.
He opened his mouth and let out an " ugh ugh " sound. The veins on his neck bulged, and his eyeballs almost popped out.
Suddenly, he exerted strength with his right hand, and with a crack, the Village Chief's neck bone was crushed by his right hand. His head hung unnaturally to the side, and his tongue slipped out of the corner of his mouth...
"He strangled himself to death?"
Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes.
He saw that on the village chief's right hand, there was a tumor near his forearm.
"Right hand?"
Zhang Chen was stunned.
The tumor was not a disease, but a muscle growth caused by the wound after the arm was reattached.
It was just that it was impossible for a normal arm-severing surgery to be so good.
Even if it was a very deep wound, the wound would only cave in after it healed. It would never grow a circle of flesh to wrap around the wound.
Could this thing be the right hand that had disappeared from those corpses?
It was attached to a living person?
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