Chapter 39 Carnivorous (11) Village Chief
"I...can I not go?" Zhou Yilin, who was huddled in the corner of the courtyard, suddenly said timidly, "I can stay here and search while Su Po is not around. Come to the main house..."
"Big sister, if you don't go, where will you get the meat?" Zhang Licai on the side couldn't help but persuade, "The rest of us can agree, just in case we meet. No matter what happens, I may not care about you."
Zhou Yilin raised her hand and wiped her eyes carelessly, with a cry in her voice: "I really don't dare to go out...you don't have to worry about me. Just let me stay here, okay?”
Zhao Feng’s feet were almost to the door. At this moment, he rubbed his hair irritably, turned back and spat on the ground: “It’s all day long. If you know how to cry, who will let you die?"
Zhou Yilin was startled by his roar, biting her lips and not daring to speak any more.
"If you don't want to go, just stay. Don't wander around." Yang Yundong made a decision, stopped paying attention to the crying girl, straightened the knife on his back, and pushed out the door.
The distant scenes were all submerged in the rolling mist, as if they were intricately covered by a layer of white gauze curtains.
The road to the west of the village is unclear, and the pattern cannot be seen clearly through the swirling clouds and smoke. It is obviously not suitable for exploring during the day.
Following the large army to the village chief's house seems to be the only option.
In the courtyard, Zhou Yilin was still concentrating on wiping her tears, unaware of the considering eyes of others.
At this point, no one cares about someone falling behind. The players left the house one after another and stepped into the morning light.
A gust of wind came, and the courtyard door behind me closed with a bang, just as tight as when it came.
Zhang Licai, the timidest among them, shivered and almost jumped up.
Fortunately, the strange wind only blew for a while and then stopped. The leader, Yang Yundong, walked steadily, which was reassuring.
The team of seven people scattered and followed the map's instructions and walked in the direction of the village chief's house.
The best solution may be to act separately, but no one is willing to pin their hopes for life on the kindness of others. The players tacitly understood that it was better to get the divine meat themselves, which was a matter of life and death.
The roads in the village are winding and winding, and the ground without stone paving is dusty. Perhaps it is because it has not rained for many days. The wild grass beside the road is dry and white, lifeless.
The sloping houses on both sides are dilapidated and dilapidated, and they are crowded together into clusters, like garbage piled up randomly.
Dark windows are embedded in the door wall, and the yellowed wall is peeling off in pieces. Old skin usually accumulates on the blackened ground, nourishing scavenging bacteria in the darkness.
After walking for a while, we bypassed a pond and found the location of the village chief's house marked on the map.
The village chief's house is larger than Su Po's, but equally dilapidated. Most of the paint on the exterior walls peeled off, revealing the dull masonry walls.
The tiles on the roof were badly broken. Perhaps they were disturbed by the footsteps, and suddenly they fell down, making a "crackling" sound. For a moment, Ziss felt as if the mansion had come alive, and he was silently watching the players approach it, waiting for them to fall into the trap.
Under the tiles, the mottled door is locked, slightly offset, just out of the way of the morning sunlight, and hidden in the shadows, conveying a feeling of coldness.
Zhu Ling frowned, took a few steps to the left and right of the house door, and said: "Sit south and face north, near the water and in the shade. The Feng Shui of this house is extremely bad, even for the most unlearned Feng Shui master. It won’t be addressed like this.”
Qisi didn't understand Feng Shui. He glanced at it a few times and wasn't very interested. He walked directly to the door and took a few glances at the lock hanging on it - it was the most common mechanical lock. Although rust had climbed into the keyhole, it could still be opened.
So, he pushed Yang Yundong aside who was about to kick the door, took out the wire from the bracelet, put it into the keyhole and fiddled with it twice.
The iron lock opened with a "click" and fell to the ground. Even Yang Yundong's eyes looked a little darker.
Qisi took a step back and moved Yang Yundong in front of him: "Brother Yang, please go first."
Yang Yundong nodded briefly and pushed the door open.
When the other players saw the door open, they followed a few steps behind. Seeing that Yang Yundong, who was leading the group, was not in any danger, they dared to cross the threshold with their heads crossed.
This house seems to have not been inhabited for a long time. The huge black curtain above the head used to block the sun has become loose. The strange thing is that the shading effect is good. It casts a huge shadow and envelopes the entire yard. The frost-white mist The grass grows wildly along the cracks in the ground, with strange dewdrops hanging on it, densely packed like eyes.
The low buildings on both sides have long since collapsed, and broken bricks are scattered all over the floor, making a "crunching" sound when you step on them. Only the main house facing the door wall was still intact, but the windows were covered with paper, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.
Yang Yundong held the Pu knife in his hand and walked towards the main house step by step. Zeiss also held the blade between his two fingers and followed closely towards the main house.
"Fake!" Allen in the middle of the team suddenly shouted, and everyone stopped in their tracks and turned their attention to the source of the sound.
Allen raised his hand to wipe his face, and then raised his right hand in front of him that was stained with something unknown: "What is this? It just dripped on my face, it's sticky."
“It’s a shock, you’re afraid you won’t scare anyone, right?” The tattooed woman complained dissatisfiedly, but she still leaned over and took a look, “I don’t know what it is, it’s like snot.”< br>
Chis stood there and looked from a distance, and could clearly see that Allen's hand was covered with a ball of flesh-colored mucus, which had the texture of grease, and looked like meat scraped from a living creature. At this moment, it is like life, slowly squirming and flowing.
The sticky expression gave people a very uncomfortable feeling. It was said to be scary, but it was more like nausea. It made Qiss think of the abnormality on his body after eating the divine meat last night. .
Allen convulsed without warning, as if he was possessed by a nightmare, and stared at the mucus on his hands, a look of obsession slowly appeared on his face.
He murmured "It smells so good", suddenly raised his hand to his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked the back of his hand covered in mucus, as if it was some rare delicacy.
Everyone with a discerning eye knew that something was wrong with him. Zhao Feng, who was closest to him, was the first to react and slapped him on the face. Even so, the tip of his tongue still touched a few drops of mucus.
His eyes were alternately awake and misty, and he protected his hands as if protecting food, sticking out his tongue as if he wanted to take another lick.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Feng cursed and slapped him a few more times. The crisp sound of "snap" was particularly harsh in the silence.
Allen was stunned by these blows, his eyes finally regained clarity, the muscles on his cheeks twitched violently, his right shoulder trembled, and he threw the mucus on his hand to the ground.
The ball of mucus fell to the ground, as if it had found a point of strength, and fine arms and legs sprouted from below, slowly crawling into the shadows.
Finally realizing what he had just licked, Allen bent over and retched, howling loudly: "Oh God! What on earth is this?"
No one could answer He, Qiss, raised his head and looked at the curtain that served as a ceiling above his head. He suddenly realized that the reason why no light penetrated the house was not because of the thickness of the curtain itself, but because the thin cloth was covered with a layer of mucus, which acted as a ceiling. cover.
Other players also raised their heads and looked around. The curtain above their heads broke through several holes at some point, and balls of flesh-colored mucus dripped down. Fortunately, the speed is not fast, and the players can avoid it before being touched.
But the slime was still moving after it hit the ground, and gradually connected into one piece on the ground. As you can imagine, within five minutes, there was no longer any place to stay in the entire courtyard.
What's worse is that the rich aroma spreads like threads in the air, irritating the player's sense of smell and appetite. Not only Allen, but also Zhang Licai and the tattooed girl's eyes showed salivation. .
“Hurry up, take the sacred meat and leave!”
Yang Yundong raised his foot and kicked open the door of the main house. He held the simple knife in front of him, but his steps were forced in front of the threshold. He stopped and even took half a step back reflexively.
On the bed in the center of the main room, I saw a huge sarcoma that was as tall as a person and half as wide as a person. Mucus like candle tears flowed across the surface, and the bloody striped veins twitched like breathing. Jitter.
The mucus overflowed from the flesh to the bed, then dripped from the edge of the bed like a waterfall, turning into countless streams meandering on the ground, climbing along the doorposts like ivy, and spreading to the curtain-woven ceiling.
The mucus that players saw previously is clearly an extension of the sarcoma limbs!
The strong aroma of meat suddenly exploded, filling the surrounding air.
Qiss swallowed and saw a vague old face inlaid on the top of the sarcoma. The nose and mouth were mixed with mucus, and only two eyes stared straight at the door.
It kept repeating its ventriloquism-like moaning murmur: "We killed gods, we are guilty... Go to the ancestral hall and worship in order to atone for our sins..."
"You have eaten God, and you are also guilty...you have eaten me, and you will suffer retribution together..."
This guy should be the village chief.
Qisi raised his hand and pressed his temple, trying his best to remember the village chief's murmur in his mind. Reason told him that it was a very important clue.
My eyes are in a blur, my thoughts are swirling and chaotic, and specific words fall into the ocean of thoughts and are difficult to settle.
He suddenly had a strong idea that the village chief’s meat must be delicious, so delicious that he really wants to take a bite...
(End of this chapter)