svetikya Chapter 113 Strange
Chapter 113 Strange
Doromo and his two companions had their hands inside ropes, but their fingers were gripping the rope ends. Their bodies were covered in bloodstains, but they were all on the surface of their clothes, as if they had been deliberately sprinkled on, making it look very fake.
"Damn it, all three of you are idiots!" Zhou Fengchen cursed and ran away.
"Depend on!"
"I knew it! He's a cunning guy!"
"Kill him!"
The three of them nimbly jumped off the wooden stake and gave chase.
As Zhou Fengchen ran, he looked back repeatedly, feeling that these three were really like idiots. Didn't they notice that the village was different? At least not a single villager was left. Wasn't that strange?
"Shaman with a Greatsword!"
"Spirit Beast Technique, Pack of Wolves!"
"Spiritual spell, paper doll!"
The three formed hand seals and unleashed their ultimate techniques.
The ground ahead cracked open strangely, and a giant skeletal figure crawled out. A pack of wolves pounced fiercely from the left, while two paper effigy children jumped around eerily behind them.
Zhou Fengchen drew his goose-wing blade, slashed his palm, and in the blink of an eye darted behind the skeleton man, stabbing him with the blade. Then, taking advantage of the skeleton man turning around, he jumped into the wolf pack, slashing three or four wolves to death. He then flashed to the side of the paper effigy of a boy and cleaved it in two with a single stroke.
Okay! It's not a loss of face. Now we're surrounded on three sides, and we can only walk through the houses on the side.
He turned around and sneered, "There's definitely something going on between the three of you. I saw you sleeping in the same bed last night." Then he stepped over the wall and scurried up to the roof.
Doromo and his two companions were furious. They stopped what they were doing and followed them up to the roof, cursing as they went.
Zhou Fengchen stood on the roof and looked around. He found that behind him was a dark old forest, and behind the forest was a strangely shaped house. So he jumped off the roof and ran over.
He made up his mind not to fight Doromo and his group head-on. The only place he could move around in was this mountain village. He would find a place to hide first and then watch the three of them perform. It would be best if they could break through here or fight with those strange "villagers".
Soon they approached the old house in the woods. The house looked very old and not like a modern one. Judging from its style, it was somewhat like the ancestral hall of a family in Shaanxi, where the tablets of eight generations of ancestors were enshrined. People would go in to burn incense and kowtow during festivals.
Upon arriving at the gate and looking in the moonlight, it was indeed so; the plaque above the gate bore four large characters: Sun Family Ancestral Hall.
However, a strange stench emanated from inside, somewhat like the smell of rotten eggs, and also somewhat like the stench of a corpse.
Zhou Fengchen frowned, gripped the goose-wing knife tightly in one hand, and carefully pushed open the door with the other. With a creak, a strong stench of corpses rushed out. He quickly covered his nose, peered inside by the moonlight, and his eyes widened in shock. The knife in his hand clattered to the ground.
The entire ancestral hall was filled with corpses, men, women, and children, more than a hundred in total, arranged haphazardly like salted fish.
In the darkness, each corpse wore a ferocious expression on its face—no, not ferocious, but a combination of fear, pain, and despair.
Zhou Fengchen slowly took two steps forward, approaching the pile of corpses, and found a very familiar corpse at his feet—Aunt Ahao.
Judging from her appearance, she has probably been dead for at least ten days.
It turns out we were scammed when we went into the mountains!
Seeing so many people die so tragically, a surge of rage welled up within him, and he couldn't help but curse, "You demons! I'll curse your own mother!"
From afar came Song Xixue's excited voice: "That bastard is near the house!"
Zhou Fengchen sighed. This was just adding insult to injury. He picked up the knife, ran to the innermost part of the pile of corpses, took off his coat, closed his eyes, and collapsed.
Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps could be heard outside.
"That bastard must be hiding inside."
"What's that awful smell?"
"It can't be..."
The conversation ended abruptly there.
Zhou Fengchen quietly opened his eyes and saw the dumbfounded expressions of Doromo and the other two.
They stared at the room full of corpses, their expressions shifting repeatedly. Then they exchanged a glance, and Song Xixue said, "The whole village... is dead?"
Han Fei stepped forward, bent over and looked at the body, his voice trembling as he said, "It's been dead for quite some time, it looks like it's been at least half a month."
Doromo said, "I knew this mountain village was strange. How could everyone suddenly disappear? Turns out... wait! They've been dead for half a month!? What does that mean?"
Han Fei glanced at him. "This proves that none of the villagers we've encountered are human!"
Song Xixue exclaimed in surprise, "That's impossible! If they're not human, how did they manage to evade our senses?"
"I don't know!" Han Fei shook his head.
Song Xixue asked again, "Then what exactly are they? Ghosts? Demons? Mountain goblins? Mountain spirits?"
Han Fei shook his head again. "I don't know. They seem to have a peculiar ability to disrupt our senses and prevent us from noticing anything unusual."
Doromo asked doubtfully, "Could it be that brat Zhou Fengchen's doing? He's the one who led us here."
Song Xixue scoffed, "It's not that I look down on him, but he's just a brute who knows martial arts; he couldn't possibly have done something this big."
Han Fei pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "This is bad! We've been completely fooled by these fake villagers since we entered the village. All that talk about demons and dead people is just a trick. We still don't know what their purpose is, but I suspect... we might be trapped!"
Zhou Fengchen, amidst the pile of corpses, sighed, "Finally, he's come to his senses."
Doromo said in a deep voice, "Never mind that bastard surnamed Zhou, let's see if we can get out first."
With that, the three turned and left in a hurry.
Zhou Fengchen got up, looked at the corpses all over the room, sighed, sat cross-legged at the door, and silently began to recite the "Sutra of Rebirth in the Pure Land".
I read it over and over again.
Suddenly he felt many eyes staring at him from behind. He turned around sharply, but it was pitch black everywhere and there wasn't a soul in sight.
After thinking for a moment, he stood up, took out a paper talisman from his pocket, silently recited a spell, and flicked it in the air, causing it to burst into flames.
Throwing paper talismans onto the pile of corpses, whose clothes were very dry, would cause them to ignite easily.
Soon flames burst forth, and the entire ancestral hall was ablaze.
The feeling of being watched grew stronger, but Zhou Fengchen ignored it, facing the raging fire, he clasped his hands together, and prayed, "I died in vain in this life, may I be reborn into wealth and honor, free from illness and disaster! Boundless Holy Heavenly Venerable!"
After saying that, he picked up his knife and headed straight for the village ahead.
Upon reaching a rooftop, a strange red mist suddenly filled the entire mountain village. From the mist emerged "villagers," like ghosts, expressionless, swaying, and fiercely attacking.
Zhou Fengchen gritted his teeth, charged into the fog, and swung his sword, yelling, "Damn you!"
Strangely, these "villagers" could not be killed; each one that was cut would disappear, accompanied by a chilling laugh.
"This won't do, we'll all be exhausted to death!" Zhou Fengchen glanced in the direction down the mountain and rushed over to see if those three idiots had broken through.
Not far down the stone steps, they saw Dorothy and his two companions. However, the three of them looked strange, back to back, looking around in surprise, as if they were on guard against something.