Chapter 875 The Disappearing Old People
Smelling the obvious rotten smell in the air, Han Fei walked past the advertisement: "The people are nice, the water is good, and the air is good. This place is just as advertised. Completely different. "
After walking a few hundred meters further, Han Fei saw corpses hanging upside down on the branches. The rotting corpses were wearing bright red clothes, and there was a black birthday embroidered on the outside of each piece of clothing. Character.
"Stop! Don't go any further!" The leaves fell, and a strange man wearing two layers of raincoat walked out from behind the tree. He looked to be in his forties, with a stout body and a black beard.
"Isn't the village just ahead?" Han Fei didn't feel any threat from the weirdo.
"That village is full of monsters!" The man in the raincoat wanted to say something else. The red rope and bell tied to the tree suddenly rang, and he immediately became nervous: "Run quickly! Don't drink the water in the village! Be sure to drink it!" Be careful about the old man!"
"Is there a problem with the water? What happened in the village?" Before Han Fei could finish speaking, the man got into the bushes and was about to catch up. Suddenly it dropped, and a sinister laughter sounded.
A moment later, two old men appeared on the dirt road. They were holding white paper lanterns in broad daylight and staring at Han Fei with cloudy eyes.
"Young man, are you lost? Do you want to go to my house for a bowl of hot porridge?"
What the old man said was heartwarming, and Han Fei also had a grateful smile on his face: " Thank you two old men for taking me in. ”
Both parties were very polite, and everyone entered the village happily.
The leaves swayed. After Han Fei left, the upside-down corpse fell to the ground. The bright red shroud was blown by the wind, and the black longevity character became wet.
"Our village is a natural oxygen bar, the hometown of longevity, and the elderly can live over a hundred years old on average." The old man carrying a white paper lantern introduced Han Fei: "Many people used to come to our place for vacation. There are also media dedicated to looking for the secret of longevity.”
“ Young man, just stay in the village. The world outside is in chaos, but we are an outstanding people and are protected by gods. No ghosts dare to come in. "
There are two huge gates at the end of the dirt road. There is a white cloth tied to one doorpost, and a fool tied to the other doorpost.
He looked to be in his forties, his hair was messy, his body was dirty, he had no shoes on, and his feet were covered with blood blisters and wounds. It seemed that he had run a long way and was caught again.
"Don't be afraid. He is a fool in the village. He goes crazy in the daytime. There are many old people in the village. He is very strong, so we tied him up because we had no choice." The old man seemed to be afraid of Han Fei. Misunderstanding, I quickly explained.
"Only crazy during the day?" Han Fei didn't understand. Could he not see ghosts at night?
Following the two old men, Han Fei had just passed the doorpost when the fool suddenly opened his eyes wide and yelled at Han Fei: "Get out! Get out! Get out!"
"You Why are you sick again? Shut up!" The old man picked up a branch from the ground and whipped the fool with great force. Every time he whipped him, there was a trace of blood.
"It doesn't matter. I get scolded a lot. Don't hit him." Han Fei's character setting is that of a cowardly, kind-hearted, and simple good old man.
"I don't want to hit him, but no matter how hard I try to persuade him, it's useless. I've seen this kid since he was a kid, and he turned out to be crazy." The old man threw the branch aside and blocked Han Fei's path. When dealing with fools, Han Fei was not allowed to communicate with fools.
Another old man grabbed Han Fei's arm and pulled Han Fei into the village.
The entire Changshou Village is full of antique-style buildings, with two-story attics and farmyards. The village is very well built, but it is supposed to be a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, but it gives people a gloomy feeling.
"There are still a lot of vegetables grown at home. You can rest at my house tonight. You can find a house to live in tomorrow. There are many empty houses in the village. If you stay here for three days, that house will be yours. "Yes." The two old men were very enthusiastic. At first glance, you would think that the folk customs of this village are extremely simple.
Walking along the deserted path, the muddy road was overgrown with weeds on both sides. From time to time, bugs and huge rats that Han Fei had never seen crawled across.
“We’re here.” The old man held a white paper lantern and bowed three times to the door of his room. Then he grabbed the copper ring on the door and knocked on the door gently: “Old lady, I’m bringing guests back. "
The sound of wooden boards being pushed little by little was heard in the house. After a long time, the door was opened by an old lady. She was very old and had fine wrinkles on her face, which almost squeezed out her eyes. .
"Go and heat up the porridge. This child hasn't eaten for a long time."
"It's okay." Han Fei acted very shyly, treating the kind of person who was hungry but not hungry The inner activities that I was embarrassed to speak out were well acted, and the character's personality was well grasped.
The two old men had completely lowered their guard against Han Fei. They felt that he was different from those guys who came to the village to "make trouble" and that he was just a poor man who had fled.
"You are tired after walking all the way. Go and have a rest in the house." The old man sent Han Fei into the guest room, turned around and left.
The warm scene ended here. Han Fei stared at the old man's back through the crack in the door. His severely stooped back looked like a huge piece of meat, and there seemed to be another person hiding inside.
"The distance between Changshou Village and Guilou Yiyang Tiannian Nursing Home is very close. If you want to know more about Guilou, the best way is to get enough information here first."
Even if it is Han Without the current strength, there is no guarantee that you can escape unscathed after entering the Secret Building. The Secret Building is the most terrifying building besides the Forbidden Building. It has not been discovered yet, and there is a high probability that it hides something related to the unspeakable.
Sitting on the bed in the guest room, Han Fei quickly discovered something strange. There was a compartment inside the guest room, and the compartment door was locked.
The bed in the guest room is separated from the partition by a wall. What's a bit strange is that there is a window on that wall.
Lying on the bed in the guest room, you can see the window connected to the partition when you look up.
Han Fei approached quietly. The window was blocked by cardboard. Only by removing the paper could he see the things in the compartment.
Just as he was about to lift the cardboard, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the old lady with a deeply wrinkled face walked in carrying a bowl of hot porridge.
She lowered her head, and the blood vessels on her arms protruded like trembling dark green worms.
"Eat more, you won't have to eat at night." The old lady's voice contained no emotion, numb and gloomy, like a badly rusted machine.
"Thank you." Han Fei looked at the rice bowl on the table, which contained freshly prepared porridge with wild vegetables and grains. It was still steaming and had a strong fragrance that made people's fingers lick their fingers.
Han Fei picked up the chopsticks and stirred carefully. He found three coins and a strand of black hair at the bottom of the bowl.
“Is this porridge for the dead?”
Han Fei put his chopsticks flat on the table. He picked up the coins and wanted to test the old man's tone. But after walking out of the guest room, he found that the sky outside had become much darker.
The flow of time inside this longevity village seems to be much faster than outside. There is a force extracting time from all living people, accelerating the aging of the villagers.
The white paper lantern on the ground was gone. Han Fei did not stay in the yard. He opened the kitchen door out of curiosity.
The terrible scene in the imagination did not appear. The kitchen was very normal, just like an ordinary farmhouse. There was nothing noteworthy about it.
“That bowl of porridge was made here? But why is the pot so clean, with no trace of use at all?”
After exiting the kitchen, Han Fei looked at the main room. He clearly remembered that when the old lady opened the door for him, there was the sound of wooden boards being pushed inside the house. The sound seemed to come from the main room.
Looking inside along the crack in the door, there are a lot of wooden furniture placed in the main room. Apart from that, there is nothing else worth noting.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Han Fei turned to look at the door in the courtyard.
A village woman with heavy makeup was standing at the door holding a bamboo basket. She said she was a village woman. In fact, she was at least in her fifties. It was just that she had a thick layer of makeup on her face, which made her look a bit a bit... Can't guess her real age.
The village woman didn't expect there was anyone else in the house. Her strange eyes were fixed on Han Fei. The powder on her face fell off, and a scary smile appeared on her red face.
"Who are you?" Han Fei was stunned by her look and spoke directly.
"Me? Oh, I am the daughter-in-law of the owner of this household. I am here to bring him food." The village woman picked up the bamboo basket covered with black cloth in her hand and placed it in the kitchen.
During the whole process of her movement, her eyes were glancing towards Han Fei intentionally or unintentionally.
"Did you just enter the village today? Have you had porridge? When going to bed at night, be careful not to turn over. It is best to sleep on the bed, so... you will sleep more comfortably. "The village woman talked a lot. After she put the bamboo basket, she wanted to come over and grab Han Fei's hand, but Han Fei dodged her: "Like you, I came in from the outside. I might not be able to do it at first. You get used to it, but slowly you will find that you don’t want to leave here at all.”
She still looked at Han Fei with that terrifying smile: "My home is in the west of the village. If you are not used to living here, you can come to me."
The village woman left with some reluctance, and Han Fei closed the yard. He opened the door and ran to the kitchen to open the bamboo basket and take a look. In that basket were huge rats and many cocoons that had been stripped off.
"This village can actually become a stronghold for survivors? It feels like all the living people are no longer normal, and their changes should be related to the mysterious building."
Han Fei returned to In the guest room, he noticed something was wrong as soon as he entered the door. The chopsticks that he had placed flat on the table were now stuck upright in the porridge bowl, and the strand of black hair disappeared.
"No one should have come in while I was gone. It seems that the dirty things are hiding in the compartment."
Walking to the table, Han Fei stirred the bowl of cold porridge again. A strand of black hair at the bottom of the bowl now turned into white hair.
It was getting late, and Han Fei didn't go out anymore. He lay on the bed in the guest room.
When the last ray of light disappeared, darkness enveloped the longevity village. Han Fei felt that his whole body was wrapped in an abnormal coldness. He frowned slightly: "I seem to be in a ghost now? This longevity village Will I be swallowed up by the ghosts of hatred at night? "
The flow of time seemed to begin to slow down, and deep tiredness filled Han Fei's heart, as if there was a voice deep in his heart urging him to fall asleep as soon as possible.
Hold his breath and adjust his breathing. Just as Han Fei was fighting against the inexplicable sleepiness, he suddenly heard the sound of nails tapping the wall.
Looking in the direction of the sound, Han Fei stared at the window on the wall of the cubicle.
The cardboard blocking the window bulged slightly, as if the window had been opened from the inside.
The old cardboard was scratched by nails, and slowly, a hole appeared on it, and a pale finger protruded from it.
The fingerprints were burned away by the fire, and the finger slid downwards, and the bright red blood slowly soaked into the cardboard.
As the night deepened, the cardboard slowly fell, and a human face appeared on the other side of the window. Its deformed body leaned out little by little, and its arms stretched out to the bed in the guest room.
This scene was so terrifying that it was so depressing that one could hardly breathe.
The monster's lower body was still in the compartment, but its upper body had stretched out from the window, and its fingers were about to touch Han Fei's cheek.
Opening his eyes, Han Fei looked at the ghost close at hand, and moved his lips slightly: "Touch the secret deep in the soul."
He supported his body with both arms and slammed into the monster. Distorted face! (End of this chapter)