A Paranormal Event No Less Than Five Years Ago Is About to Begin!
He found out that the production team did not enter the back mountain.
The village chief, who was eating in peace, was like a grain of rice. His mouth was full of oil.
The village chief was originally a simple and hospitable person.
It was just that Zhang Huanhuan and Garzi had caused a ruckus in the mortuary, which made the village chief have a prejudice against them.
Now that the program team was treating him to a meal, the village chief's prejudice was put down a lot.
In order to ease the previous conflict and increase the atmosphere.
The village chief even brought a jar of home-brewed rice wine from his house to entertain the guests of the program team.
During the banquet, everyone exchanged cups and toasted each other, eating in a lively manner.
After three rounds of wine, the dishes are more delicious.
Gazi, who had obviously drunk a little too much, asked the village chief.
"Village Chief, your village is a little strange.”
"That thing that suddenly came back to life in the mortuary that day, was it really a zombie?”
Huang Lei was afraid that Gazi would say something wrong and offend the village chief again, so he frowned and reminded him.
"Gazi, what are you talking about?"
"It's all in the past. Why are you bringing it up at the dining table?”
If it was in the past, the village chief would naturally not be willing to say more about this question.
However, he was also 70% drunk tonight.
"It's alright, there's no harm in talking about it."”
To be honest, Huang Lei was also very curious about the supernatural story of chasing corpses in Xiangxi, which only existed in folklore.
Seeing that the village chief was not disgusted, Huang Lei immediately leaned toward the village chief."Then…why don't you tell us a story?”
"Haha…"
Village Chief smiled and looked at Gazi.""You bunch of city people, don't think that just because you're cultured, you can do whatever you want.”
"If Daoist Priest Qin didn't make a move that night, you brat, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see the sun the next day.”
He recalled the terrifying scene that night.
The silent Zhang Yurong.
She could not help but shiver again.
The village chief smiled at him again. Let me tell you, there are gods three feet above your head. Some things, in the words of you scholars, what are they called…called…"
"It's better to believe it than not.”
Zhang Huanhuan squeezed out an awkward smile.""Yes, yes, yes. You're right."
Zhang Huanhuan's performance tonight was very contrasting.
In fact.
Ever since he dug up the village chief's ancestral grave and saw that strange vertical coffin, he had been worried.
His mind was inexplicably restless.
His right eyelid was twitching crazily for no reason.
As the saying goes, the left eye jumps to wealth, and the right eye jumps to disaster.
Although she was a typical atheist before.
However, he had personally experienced the incident of the corpse coming out of the mortuary.
Since that night, his atheism had completely collapsed.
All in all, he had a bad feeling about this.
At this moment, everyone's curiosity was piqued by the village chief.
No one paid attention to her abnormal behavior.
Yang Mi asked curiously.
"Village chief, but the person is already dead. How can he be resurrected?”
"Not resurrection."
The village chief shook his head and said in a serious tone.
"Those who died in a foreign land were turned into living dead by Taoist Priest Qin using the secret technique of Mao Mountain, which is what you call zombies.”
"These living dead have no consciousness.”
"And…"
The village chief deliberately dragged out his tone and waited for everyone to raise their necks. His curiosity was completely aroused before he said.
"Without the suppression of the secret techniques and talismans of Mao Mountain, they will suck human blood and become a great evil that will bring disaster to the world!”
The village chief spoke vividly, and a gust of night wind suddenly blew in from outside the house.
The women immediately shrank their necks in fear.
Yang Mi was so scared that she hugged Fatty Di's arm."Village chief, what you said is so scary.”
Fatty Deeny was also scared to the point of trembling."It's so scary. It's so late at night.”
Among the three women, Sister Zhou was the bravest.
The old woman looked calm and said with a smile,"Look at how scared you two are. Zombies are all jumping around. They probably can't run as fast as me.”
Although the village chief came uninvited.
However, the program was still live and did not stop.
After hearing the village chief's " horror story," the audience in the live broadcast room listened with great interest.
All kinds of bullet comments also surged violently.
"Good fellow, let's be honest. Village Chief's level of telling ghost stories is not bad.”
"That's right. I'm getting goosebumps. There's something.”
"I suspect that he's lying, but I don't have evidence.”
"It's a pity that the program team couldn't open the coffin that night. I don't know if the village chief's words were true or false.”
"Zombies? Stop fooling around. In this day and age, would there really be people who still believe in ghosts and gods?”
"I don't believe it either. Anyway, Wutuyan is awesome!”
………………
The audience in the live broadcast room discussed animatedly.
The people in the mushroom house were also chatting happily.
No one noticed.
At this moment, Zhang Xinxi's flat face was as white as wax!
"Without the suppression of the secret techniques and talismans of Mao Mountain, they will suck human blood and become a great evil that will bring disaster to the world!”
The village chief's words.
It kept echoing in Zhang Xinxin's mind.
He recalled the time when he had accidentally dug out that strange coffin when he was digging out his ears.
There was a yellow cloth with a talisman drawn on it!!
And on this coffin, there was a huge word written in cinnabar: Seal!
Furthermore, the coffin was chained!
The more she thought about it, the more afraid she became!
F * ck!
What kind of coffin would have these strange things?
A normal coffin would not have any talismans, cinnabar characters, or iron chains!
Could it be…
The coffin was just as the village chief had said.
Was it a very ominous thing?
If it was a very ominous thing!
Heavens!
When he covered the soil again, he seemed to have forgotten to cover the yellow talisman with the talisman!
Moreover, the iron chain seemed to have been loosened by him!
Thinking of this, Zhang Xinxin instinctively shivered again!
Sister Zhou, who was close to Zhang Xiaolan.
This time, he finally noticed Zhang Xinxin's abnormality.
She looked at the pale-faced Zhang Xinxi and asked curiously,""Chenchen, what's wrong with you? Why are you trembling non-stop?"
Sister Zhou's words also attracted the attention of others.
Everyone looked at him.
The usually chatterbox Zhang Chenchen was so frightened that her face had almost turned into a sheet of white paper.
She was even trembling.
He thought that the village chief's words had frightened him by reminding him of what happened at the mortuary that night.
Garzi, who had fought with Zhang Huanhuan before, laughed mockingly.
"Chenchen, the village chief was just telling us a story. Look at how scared you are. That night, I was even more miserable than you. I was pulled into the coffin by that thing.”
"I'm not afraid, why are you afraid of her!”
Huang Lei also comforted her." Chenchen, it's all in the past. It's okay now. Don't be afraid."”
Zhang Huanhuan gulped and suddenly stood up.""I…I'm not feeling well. I'll go back to my room to rest first. You guys chat.”
As he spoke, he turned around and returned to his room without caring about the others.
Gazi pouted and complained in a low voice.
"Tsk, what a coward.”
"It's alright, Village Chief. Let's continue chatting." Huang Lei smiled at the village chief.”
At this moment, Sister Zhou suddenly stood up.
"I'm in a hurry again. You guys continue chatting. I'm going to the toilet.”
" Good fellow," Gazi teased," Sister Zhou, your storage capacity isn't good either. How much did you drink?" Are you going to pee again?"
"Bah!"
Sister Zhou rolled her eyes at Gazi."None of your business!"
Yang Mi smiled and said,"Then be careful, don't get lost again."”
"Okay, Mi Jie, I'll be back in a while.”
After saying that, Sister Zhou also left the mushroom house.
Just as Sister Zhou and Zhang Huanhuan left the dining table and the others were still chatting with the village chief.
The blood moon hanging in the sky became thicker and thicker…
A supernatural event no less than five years ago was about to happen in Wengcao Village…
The curtain had been lifted!
... The dividing line…
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