Chapter 360
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Mu Sicheng touched his chin, and was about to continue asking for details, when the sound of a bench moving suddenly appeared in front of him, which startled him.
The old man sitting in front of the house stood up stiffly, pressed the tuner button to turn off the TV, but this old TV with poor contact seemed to be difficult to turn off, the old man hung his head and kept pressing it, the picture on the TV changed. It got distorted and layered, and the vocals inside became harsh and high-frequency.
Just as Mu Sicheng wanted to ask what he was doing, Bai Liu patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder, motioning him to look under the cabinet.
The plug for the TV lay there quietly, not plugged in at all.
Unplugged TV, human-dubbed voices...
Mu Sicheng slowly turned his head to look at Bai Liu, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he mouthed every single word: "So this is not a TV picture at all..."
"It's the actual picture." Bai Liu said calmly.
The changing screen on the TV suddenly turned and then froze.
Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng's family huddled in a corner appeared on the black and white screen.
Around them, at some point, a woman with her head bowed, wearing a shroud and holding a shroud, stood facing them with an open coffin.
Pairs of blue and black intertwined hands slowly stretched out from behind the narrow TV, heads with black cracks all over the face popped out from around the TV, their facial features were pulled into strange shapes, and they stared obliquely. Bai Liu and the others.
The old man who turned his back to them turned his head 180 degrees, his loving face was full of resentment and hatred, his teeth were clenched, and he made a human voice like a TV dubbing:
"You descendants are finally back, drag them to the mass graves, and bury them in peace!"
Without hesitation, Bai Liu pulled up Mu Sicheng who was still in a daze, jumped over the coffin in front of him, got up and ran.
The ghost behind him was emitting black air, like a spider with its neck and abdomen sticking out its limbs, limbs, hands and feet, scattered and crawled towards the wall, chasing Bai Liu and the others with a ferocious face, the old man's head was turned on his back, While laughing hehehe, he waved his hands and feet back and forth, and chased Bai Liu backwards.
Although this old man was walking backwards, his speed was extremely fast, and he was about to touch the corner of Mu Sicheng's clothes in a few blinks. There was a look of joy on his pale and aging face, and his fangs were bared. Drooling.
"Damn it!" Mu Sicheng came back to his senses, grabbed Bai Liu's arm in a rebellious manner, and ran wildly all the way.
Mu Sicheng rushed out of the house all the way, those things were chasing after him, the dark Yinshan Village was full of mist, Mu Sicheng wanted to go directly to the direction of the temple, because this place must be the safest.
As a result, when he was about to run to the temple, Mu Sicheng took a closer look and found that the lights at the entrance of the temple were flickering and dimming. A figure was waving slowly and swaying to them, as if calling them over.
Mu Sicheng walked in and took a look, and found that they were five old men wearing shrouds, with blue-black and purple-faced faces, with loving but creepy smiles on their faces, waving their hands and waving their black hair that was more than an inch long. fingernails.
Inside the temple were seven coffins that were neatly opened.
"Five here, one in the house, exactly seven." Bai Liu quickly made a judgment, "Now this point is too dark, these seven old people ran out of the coffin in a day, and they can't go back to the temple."
While running wildly, Mu Sicheng asked urgently, "Then where are we going?!"
Bai Liu made a decisive decision: "It's not safe at this time, go to the mass grave at Qiaotou."
"Ah?!" Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded, "What are you doing there!"
"Go digging the grave." Bai Liu replied calmly.
Mu Sicheng asked in horror: "Dig the grave?! Why?!"
"Master Huang Li records the big and small matters of weddings and funerals in the village. During the funeral, he will write the biography of the buried corpse, and bury it in the grave together with the village affairs Huang Li of that day." Bai Liu explained quickly while running, "The tomb here is It was repaired later, and the burials are corpses that meet certain conditions, and people from Dayinshan Village are not buried in this tomb."
Mu Sicheng came to his senses: "Are you talking about what happened when those men died more than a hundred years ago? This Huangli master wrote it down in the almanac and buried it in the mountain together with their coffins. ?”
"That's right." Bai Liu nodded, "And it's not just that, do you still remember that in the tomb we met paper priests crossing the ghost bridge to drive away the zombies? I think those zombies are the men who died outside on the other side of the mountain buried."
"Yes, those zombies were torn apart and stitched together again, just like on TV, they are still the husbands of those ghosts who died on the bridge..." Mu Sicheng came to his senses, "Yes!"
Bai Liu sprinted towards the entrance of the village, breathing unevenly, but speaking quickly: "Paper Taoist is the incarnation of zombie Taoist. On the one hand, it drives these zombie men across the bridge to the village; The coffins of those brides in the village were moved out, moved to the village, and finally sucked the vitality of the last seven descendants in the village."
"When the number of extremes gathers in the first seven days, the yin qi formed by the gathering of such strong grievances, coupled with this century-old corpse refining magic, is enough to make this zombie Taoist appear in the world and start killing .”
Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village and finally stopped.
The ghost behind him let out a terrified roar from a distance, as if afraid of something here, not daring to approach easily, and beside the archway at the entrance of the village in front of Bai Liu, stood a tall and tall man with his hands raised and his face down. A Taoist zombie whose body is covered with yellow symbols but remains motionless.
Bai Liu looked at the zombie silently for a while, then suddenly walked forward and tore open the corpse talisman on the zombie's face.
After the zombie removed the facial talisman, his face was roughly exposed.
Contrary to his tall appearance, this zombie closed his eyes, his body was pitch black, his brows were delicate and handsome, and his complexion was pale.
Mu Sicheng gasped again when he saw it, his eyes wandered repeatedly between Bai Liu's face and the zombie, and finally he looked like a mosquito coil: "...Bai Liu, this zombie and the zombie You look the same!"
That's right, except for its height, this zombie is almost exactly the same as Bai Liu, who has been staying up all night and working overtime for a week.
Bai Liu was very calm: "I use magic, and this zombie Taoist is also good at using magic. I should be his descendant, and I look normal like me."
"You already knew that this zombie looks like you, so when you let it out, you used so many ghost charms to cover its face to prevent Kong Xuyang and the others from discovering it." Mu Sicheng suddenly realized What, "This zombie doesn't chase you because you are his descendant, right?"
Bai Liu said lightly: "It should be."
"... Strange..." Mu Sicheng touched his chin, "Didn't you say that Kong Xuyang and the others played a game once? They are so afraid of this zombie, they should have seen this zombie, right? Seeing this zombie's face and something around them The two players look the same, didn't they discover the setting of role-playing descendants?"
"I've thought about this too." Bai Liu was thoughtful, "But God, judging from their final reaction, I think Kong Xuyang is very afraid and avoids the close contact with this zombie, and shrinks his head when the zombie approaches him. Crawling wildly on the ground, I feel that he should have never faced this zombie directly."
"And Yang Zhi kept turning his head to look at this zombie. I think he should have seen the face of this zombie before."
"When you say this, I also find it a bit strange. Yang Zhi and this Kong Xuyang should have played this game once, but Yang Zhi seems to know nothing about many things. Just like us, he played this game in the temple. I have been asking Kong Xuyang all the time, but there are some things he knows better..." Mu Sicheng frowned and thought deeply, "Compared to this zombie, Yang Zhi has obviously faced it before, but he doesn't seem to know it at all. It was set by later generations, and it is obvious that as long as you see the face of a zombie, you can guess it with a high probability."
"Why can't Yang Zhi remember? Obviously this game is so scary."
Bai Liu suddenly changed the question: "Under what circumstances do you think people will forget the scenes that have a strong impact on them?"
Mu Sicheng thought for a while: "Meet someone more shocking? Forgot too much? Amnesia?"
"Tsk." Mu Sicheng shook his head, and he frowned, "These reasons are a bit far-fetched, and it doesn't look like Yang Zhi has lost his memory. It's us who lost his memory, but it's strange that he doesn't remember this scene."
Bai Liu slowly turned her head to look at Mu Sicheng, and smiled: "You reminded me."
Mu Sicheng laughed until Bai Liu's scalp went numb: "What reminded you?"
"In addition to amnesia, there is another kind of shocking scene that a person may confuse and forget that he has encountered." Bai Liu looked at the zombie's face that was the same as his own, "That's a mistake."
Mu Sicheng was stunned: "Did you forget it? Isn't it? It wasn't something that happened decades ago, how could he remember it?"
"If this is what happened decades ago to Yang Zhi." The corner of Bai Liu's mouth curled up, "Don't you think we lost our memory as soon as we entered here? Is our contestant a little unfair?"
Mu Sicheng hesitated: "What do you mean?"
"I'm thinking." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "This is a game with such bizarre settings as ghosts and gods. As a player, does Yang Zhi have his own abilities, such as possessing a spell that swallows memories or something like that?" .”
"And the memories that have swallowed up our family for decades have caused his own memory to be blurred, confusing his own memory, and unable to remember many things he has experienced in a game."
"Including this zombie's face."
Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu's inference was outrageous, and was about to refute it, but Mu Sicheng thought about it carefully, and found that all of Yang Zhi's inconsistencies were not correct, so he had to swallow his rebuttal go down.
It's disgusting and nauseating to swallow your own memories. It's like carrying a diary hidden by your parents, making it into a ppt and playing it in a loop in front of a stranger who is hostile to you.
Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms and asked, "What if Yang Zhi really swallowed our memory? He won't find something in our memory to deal with us, right?"
"Treat us?" Bai Liu smiled nonchalantly, "Is your memory such a harmless thing?"
Mu Sicheng was taken aback: "No, memories like Yang Zhi's rubbish will cause trouble!"
Bai Liu looked back at Mu Sicheng, looked at the endless night outside Yinshan Village, and said flatly: "Some people's memories may be cotton candy, and there will be no big event after swallowing it, and it will return to sweetness. Some people's memories may It's a diary, and if you swallow it, you'll be able to blackmail people."
"I think I can develop this kind of personality. My memory should not be a pleasant thing."
Bai Liumei smiled crookedly and turned her head: "Swallowing it may be as painful as swallowing a blade."
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Mu Sicheng touched his chin, and was about to continue asking for details, when the sound of a bench moving suddenly appeared in front of him, which startled him.
The old man sitting in front of the house stood up stiffly, pressed the tuner button to turn off the TV, but this old TV with poor contact seemed to be difficult to turn off, the old man hung his head and kept pressing it, the picture on the TV changed. It got distorted and layered, and the vocals inside became harsh and high-frequency.
Just as Mu Sicheng wanted to ask what he was doing, Bai Liu patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder, motioning him to look under the cabinet.
The plug for the TV lay there quietly, not plugged in at all.
Unplugged TV, human-dubbed voices...
Mu Sicheng slowly turned his head to look at Bai Liu, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he mouthed every single word: "So this is not a TV picture at all..."
"It's the actual picture." Bai Liu said calmly.
The changing screen on the TV suddenly turned and then froze.
Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng's family huddled in a corner appeared on the black and white screen.
Around them, at some point, a woman with her head bowed, wearing a shroud and holding a shroud, stood facing them with an open coffin.
Pairs of blue and black intertwined hands slowly stretched out from behind the narrow TV, heads with black cracks all over the face popped out from around the TV, their facial features were pulled into strange shapes, and they stared obliquely. Bai Liu and the others.
The old man who turned his back to them turned his head 180 degrees, his loving face was full of resentment and hatred, his teeth were clenched, and he made a human voice like a TV dubbing:
"You descendants are finally back, drag them to the mass graves, and bury them in peace!"
Without hesitation, Bai Liu pulled up Mu Sicheng who was still in a daze, jumped over the coffin in front of him, got up and ran.
The ghost behind him was emitting black air, like a spider with its neck and abdomen sticking out its limbs, limbs, hands and feet, scattered and crawled towards the wall, chasing Bai Liu and the others with a ferocious face, the old man's head was turned on his back, While laughing hehehe, he waved his hands and feet back and forth, and chased Bai Liu backwards.
Although this old man was walking backwards, his speed was extremely fast, and he was about to touch the corner of Mu Sicheng's clothes in a few blinks. There was a look of joy on his pale and aging face, and his fangs were bared. Drooling.
"Damn it!" Mu Sicheng came back to his senses, grabbed Bai Liu's arm in a rebellious manner, and ran wildly all the way.
Mu Sicheng rushed out of the house all the way, those things were chasing after him, the dark Yinshan Village was full of mist, Mu Sicheng wanted to go directly to the direction of the temple, because this place must be the safest.
As a result, when he was about to run to the temple, Mu Sicheng took a closer look and found that the lights at the entrance of the temple were flickering and dimming. A figure was waving slowly and swaying to them, as if calling them over.
Mu Sicheng walked in and took a look, and found that they were five old men wearing shrouds, with blue-black and purple-faced faces, with loving but creepy smiles on their faces, waving their hands and waving their black hair that was more than an inch long. fingernails.
Inside the temple were seven coffins that were neatly opened.
"Five here, one in the house, exactly seven." Bai Liu quickly made a judgment, "Now this point is too dark, these seven old people ran out of the coffin in a day, and they can't go back to the temple."
While running wildly, Mu Sicheng asked urgently, "Then where are we going?!"
Bai Liu made a decisive decision: "It's not safe at this time, go to the mass grave at Qiaotou."
"Ah?!" Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded, "What are you doing there!"
"Go digging the grave." Bai Liu replied calmly.
Mu Sicheng asked in horror: "Dig the grave?! Why?!"
"Master Huang Li records the big and small matters of weddings and funerals in the village. During the funeral, he will write the biography of the buried corpse, and bury it in the grave together with the village affairs Huang Li of that day." Bai Liu explained quickly while running, "The tomb here is It was repaired later, and the burials are corpses that meet certain conditions, and people from Dayinshan Village are not buried in this tomb."
Mu Sicheng came to his senses: "Are you talking about what happened when those men died more than a hundred years ago? This Huangli master wrote it down in the almanac and buried it in the mountain together with their coffins. ?”
"That's right." Bai Liu nodded, "And it's not just that, do you still remember that in the tomb we met paper priests crossing the ghost bridge to drive away the zombies? I think those zombies are the men who died outside on the other side of the mountain buried."
"Yes, those zombies were torn apart and stitched together again, just like on TV, they are still the husbands of those ghosts who died on the bridge..." Mu Sicheng came to his senses, "Yes!"
Bai Liu sprinted towards the entrance of the village, breathing unevenly, but speaking quickly: "Paper Taoist is the incarnation of zombie Taoist. On the one hand, it drives these zombie men across the bridge to the village; The coffins of those brides in the village were moved out, moved to the village, and finally sucked the vitality of the last seven descendants in the village."
"When the number of extremes gathers in the first seven days, the yin qi formed by the gathering of such strong grievances, coupled with this century-old corpse refining magic, is enough to make this zombie Taoist appear in the world and start killing .”
Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village and finally stopped.
The ghost behind him let out a terrified roar from a distance, as if afraid of something here, not daring to approach easily, and beside the archway at the entrance of the village in front of Bai Liu, stood a tall and tall man with his hands raised and his face down. A Taoist zombie whose body is covered with yellow symbols but remains motionless.
Bai Liu looked at the zombie silently for a while, then suddenly walked forward and tore open the corpse talisman on the zombie's face.
After the zombie removed the facial talisman, his face was roughly exposed.
Contrary to his tall appearance, this zombie closed his eyes, his body was pitch black, his brows were delicate and handsome, and his complexion was pale.
Mu Sicheng gasped again when he saw it, his eyes wandered repeatedly between Bai Liu's face and the zombie, and finally he looked like a mosquito coil: "...Bai Liu, this zombie and the zombie You look the same!"
That's right, except for its height, this zombie is almost exactly the same as Bai Liu, who has been staying up all night and working overtime for a week.
Bai Liu was very calm: "I use magic, and this zombie Taoist is also good at using magic. I should be his descendant, and I look normal like me."
"You already knew that this zombie looks like you, so when you let it out, you used so many ghost charms to cover its face to prevent Kong Xuyang and the others from discovering it." Mu Sicheng suddenly realized What, "This zombie doesn't chase you because you are his descendant, right?"
Bai Liu said lightly: "It should be."
"... Strange..." Mu Sicheng touched his chin, "Didn't you say that Kong Xuyang and the others played a game once? They are so afraid of this zombie, they should have seen this zombie, right? Seeing this zombie's face and something around them The two players look the same, didn't they discover the setting of role-playing descendants?"
"I've thought about this too." Bai Liu was thoughtful, "But God, judging from their final reaction, I think Kong Xuyang is very afraid and avoids the close contact with this zombie, and shrinks his head when the zombie approaches him. Crawling wildly on the ground, I feel that he should have never faced this zombie directly."
"And Yang Zhi kept turning his head to look at this zombie. I think he should have seen the face of this zombie before."
"When you say this, I also find it a bit strange. Yang Zhi and this Kong Xuyang should have played this game once, but Yang Zhi seems to know nothing about many things. Just like us, he played this game in the temple. I have been asking Kong Xuyang all the time, but there are some things he knows better..." Mu Sicheng frowned and thought deeply, "Compared to this zombie, Yang Zhi has obviously faced it before, but he doesn't seem to know it at all. It was set by later generations, and it is obvious that as long as you see the face of a zombie, you can guess it with a high probability."
"Why can't Yang Zhi remember? Obviously this game is so scary."
Bai Liu suddenly changed the question: "Under what circumstances do you think people will forget the scenes that have a strong impact on them?"
Mu Sicheng thought for a while: "Meet someone more shocking? Forgot too much? Amnesia?"
"Tsk." Mu Sicheng shook his head, and he frowned, "These reasons are a bit far-fetched, and it doesn't look like Yang Zhi has lost his memory. It's us who lost his memory, but it's strange that he doesn't remember this scene."
Bai Liu slowly turned her head to look at Mu Sicheng, and smiled: "You reminded me."
Mu Sicheng laughed until Bai Liu's scalp went numb: "What reminded you?"
"In addition to amnesia, there is another kind of shocking scene that a person may confuse and forget that he has encountered." Bai Liu looked at the zombie's face that was the same as his own, "That's a mistake."
Mu Sicheng was stunned: "Did you forget it? Isn't it? It wasn't something that happened decades ago, how could he remember it?"
"If this is what happened decades ago to Yang Zhi." The corner of Bai Liu's mouth curled up, "Don't you think we lost our memory as soon as we entered here? Is our contestant a little unfair?"
Mu Sicheng hesitated: "What do you mean?"
"I'm thinking." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "This is a game with such bizarre settings as ghosts and gods. As a player, does Yang Zhi have his own abilities, such as possessing a spell that swallows memories or something like that?" .”
"And the memories that have swallowed up our family for decades have caused his own memory to be blurred, confusing his own memory, and unable to remember many things he has experienced in a game."
"Including this zombie's face."
Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu's inference was outrageous, and was about to refute it, but Mu Sicheng thought about it carefully, and found that all of Yang Zhi's inconsistencies were not correct, so he had to swallow his rebuttal go down.
It's disgusting and nauseating to swallow your own memories. It's like carrying a diary hidden by your parents, making it into a ppt and playing it in a loop in front of a stranger who is hostile to you.
Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms and asked, "What if Yang Zhi really swallowed our memory? He won't find something in our memory to deal with us, right?"
"Treat us?" Bai Liu smiled nonchalantly, "Is your memory such a harmless thing?"
Mu Sicheng was taken aback: "No, memories like Yang Zhi's rubbish will cause trouble!"
Bai Liu looked back at Mu Sicheng, looked at the endless night outside Yinshan Village, and said flatly: "Some people's memories may be cotton candy, and there will be no big event after swallowing it, and it will return to sweetness. Some people's memories may It's a diary, and if you swallow it, you'll be able to blackmail people."
"I think I can develop this kind of personality. My memory should not be a pleasant thing."
Bai Liumei smiled crookedly and turned her head: "Swallowing it may be as painful as swallowing a blade."
Mu Sicheng touched his chin, and was about to continue asking for details, when the sound of a bench moving suddenly appeared in front of him, which startled him. The old man sitting in front of the house stood up stiffly, pressed the tuner button to turn off the TV, but this old TV with poor contact seemed to be difficult to turn off, the old man hung his head and kept pressing it, the picture on the TV changed. It got distorted and layered, and the vocals inside became harsh and high-frequency. Just as Mu Sicheng wanted to ask what he was doing, Bai Liu patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder, motioning him to look under the cabinet. The plug for the TV lay there quietly, not plugged in at all. Unplugged TV, human-dubbed voices... Mu Sicheng slowly turned his head to look at Bai Liu, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he mouthed every single word: "So this is not a TV picture at all..." "It's the actual picture." Bai Liu said calmly. The changing screen on the TV suddenly turned and then froze. Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng's family huddled in a corner appeared on the black and white screen. Around them, at some point, a woman with her head bowed, wearing a shroud and holding a shroud, stood facing them with an open coffin. Pairs of blue and black intertwined hands slowly stretched out from behind the narrow TV, heads with black cracks all over the face popped out from around the TV, their facial features were pulled into strange shapes, and they stared obliquely. Bai Liu and the others. The old man who turned his back to them turned his head 180 degrees, his loving face was full of resentment and hatred, his teeth were clenched, and he made a human voice like a TV dubbing: "You descendants are finally back, drag them to the mass graves, and bury them in peace!" Without hesitation, Bai Liu pulled up Mu Sicheng who was still in a daze, jumped over the coffin in front of him, got up and ran. The ghost behind him was emitting black air, like a spider with its neck and abdomen sticking out its limbs, limbs, hands and feet, scattered and crawled towards the wall, chasing Bai Liu and the others with a ferocious face, the old man's head was turned on his back, While laughing hehehe, he waved his hands and feet back and forth, and chased Bai Liu backwards. Although this old man was walking backwards, his speed was extremely fast, and he was about to touch the corner of Mu Sicheng's clothes in a few blinks. There was a look of joy on his pale and aging face, and his fangs were bared. Drooling. "Damn it!" Mu Sicheng came back to his senses, grabbed Bai Liu's arm in a rebellious manner, and ran wildly all the way. Mu Sicheng rushed out of the house all the way, those things were chasing after him, the dark Yinshan Village was full of mist, Mu Sicheng wanted to go directly to the direction of the temple, because this place must be the safest. As a result, when he was about to run to the temple, Mu Sicheng took a closer look and found that the lights at the entrance of the temple were flickering and dimming. A figure was waving slowly and swaying to them, as if calling them over. Mu Sicheng walked in and took a look, and found that they were five old men wearing shrouds, with blue-black and purple-faced faces, with loving but creepy smiles on their faces, waving their hands and waving their black hair that was more than an inch long. fingernails. Inside the temple were seven coffins that were neatly opened. "Five here, one in the house, exactly seven." Bai Liu quickly made a judgment, "Now this point is too dark, these seven old people ran out of the coffin in a day, and they can't go back to the temple." While running wildly, Mu Sicheng asked urgently, "Then where are we going?!" Bai Liu made a decisive decision: "It's not safe at this time, go to the mass grave at Qiaotou." "Ah?!" Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded, "What are you doing there!" "Go digging the grave." Bai Liu replied calmly. Mu Sicheng asked in horror: "Dig the grave?! Why?!" "Master Huang Li records the big and small matters of weddings and funerals in the village. During the funeral, he will write the biography of the buried corpse, and bury it in the grave together with the village affairs Huang Li of that day." Bai Liu explained quickly while running, "The tomb here is It was repaired later, and the burials are corpses that meet certain conditions, and people from Dayinshan Village are not buried in this tomb." Mu Sicheng came to his senses: "Are you talking about what happened when those men died more than a hundred years ago? This Huangli master wrote it down in the almanac and buried it in the mountain together with their coffins. ? "That's right." Bai Liu nodded, "And it's not just that, do you still remember that in the tomb we met paper priests crossing the ghost bridge to drive away the zombies? I think those zombies are the men who died outside on the other side of the mountain buried." "Yes, those zombies were torn apart and stitched together again, just like on TV, they are still the husbands of those ghosts who died on the bridge..." Mu Sicheng came to his senses, "Yes!" Bai Liu sprinted towards the entrance of the village, breathing unevenly, but speaking quickly: "Paper Taoist is the incarnation of zombie Taoist. On the one hand, it drives these zombie men across the bridge to the village; The coffins of those brides in the village were moved out, moved to the village, and finally sucked the vitality of the last seven descendants in the village." "When the number of extremes gathers in the first seven days, the yin qi formed by the gathering of such strong grievances, coupled with this century-old corpse refining magic, is enough to make this zombie Taoist appear in the world and start killing . Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village and finally stopped. The ghost behind him let out a terrified roar from a distance, as if afraid of something here, not daring to approach easily, and beside the archway at the entrance of the village in front of Bai Liu, stood a tall and tall man with his hands raised and his face down. A Taoist zombie whose body is covered with yellow symbols but remains motionless. Bai Liu looked at the zombie silently for a while, then suddenly walked forward and tore open the corpse talisman on the zombie's face. After the zombie removed the facial talisman, his face was roughly exposed. Contrary to his tall appearance, this zombie closed his eyes, his body was pitch black, his brows were delicate and handsome, and his complexion was pale. Mu Sicheng gasped again when he saw it, his eyes wandered repeatedly between Bai Liu's face and the zombie, and finally he looked like a mosquito coil: "...Bai Liu, this zombie and the zombie You look the same!" That's right, except for its height, this zombie is almost exactly the same as Bai Liu, who has been staying up all night and working overtime for a week. Bai Liu was very calm: "I use magic, and this zombie Taoist is also good at using magic. I should be his descendant, and I look normal like me." "You already knew that this zombie looks like you, so when you let it out, you used so many ghost charms to cover its face to prevent Kong Xuyang and the others from discovering it." Mu Sicheng suddenly realized What, "This zombie doesn't chase you because you are his descendant, right?" Bai Liu said lightly: "It should be." "... Strange..." Mu Sicheng touched his chin, "Didn't you say that Kong Xuyang and the others played a game once? They are so afraid of this zombie, they should have seen this zombie, right? Seeing this zombie's face and something around them The two players look the same, didn't they discover the setting of role-playing descendants?" "I've thought about this too." Bai Liu was thoughtful, "But God, judging from their final reaction, I think Kong Xuyang is very afraid and avoids the close contact with this zombie, and shrinks his head when the zombie approaches him. Crawling wildly on the ground, I feel that he should have never faced this zombie directly." "And Yang Zhi kept turning his head to look at this zombie. I think he should have seen the face of this zombie before." "When you say this, I also find it a bit strange. Yang Zhi and this Kong Xuyang should have played this game once, but Yang Zhi seems to know nothing about many things. Just like us, he played this game in the temple. I have been asking Kong Xuyang all the time, but there are some things he knows better..." Mu Sicheng frowned and thought deeply, "Compared to this zombie, Yang Zhi has obviously faced it before, but he doesn't seem to know it at all. It was set by later generations, and it is obvious that as long as you see the face of a zombie, you can guess it with a high probability." "Why can't Yang Zhi remember? Obviously this game is so scary." Bai Liu suddenly changed the question: "Under what circumstances do you think people will forget the scenes that have a strong impact on them?" Mu Sicheng thought for a while: "Meet someone more shocking? Forgot too much? Amnesia?" "Tsk." Mu Sicheng shook his head, and he frowned, "These reasons are a bit far-fetched, and it doesn't look like Yang Zhi has lost his memory. It's us who lost his memory, but it's strange that he doesn't remember this scene." Bai Liu slowly turned her head to look at Mu Sicheng, and smiled: "You reminded me." Mu Sicheng laughed until Bai Liu's scalp went numb: "What reminded you?" "In addition to amnesia, there is another kind of shocking scene that a person may confuse and forget that he has encountered." Bai Liu looked at the zombie's face that was the same as his own, "That's a mistake." Mu Sicheng was stunned: "Did you forget it? Isn't it? It wasn't something that happened decades ago, how could he remember it?" "If this is what happened decades ago to Yang Zhi." The corner of Bai Liu's mouth curled up, "Don't you think we lost our memory as soon as we entered here? Is our contestant a little unfair?" Mu Sicheng hesitated: "What do you mean?" "I'm thinking." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "This is a game with such bizarre settings as ghosts and gods. As a player, does Yang Zhi have his own abilities, such as possessing a spell that swallows memories or something like that?" . "And the memories that have swallowed up our family for decades have caused his own memory to be blurred, confusing his own memory, and unable to remember many things he has experienced in a game." "Including this zombie's face." Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu's inference was outrageous, and was about to refute it, but Mu Sicheng thought about it carefully, and found that all of Yang Zhi's inconsistencies were not correct, so he had to swallow his rebuttal go down. It's disgusting and nauseating to swallow your own memories. It's like carrying a diary hidden by your parents, making it into a ppt and playing it in a loop in front of a stranger who is hostile to you. Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms and asked, "What if Yang Zhi really swallowed our memory? He won't find something in our memory to deal with us, right?" "Treat us?" Bai Liu smiled nonchalantly, "Is your memory such a harmless thing?" Mu Sicheng was taken aback: "No, memories like Yang Zhi's rubbish will cause trouble!" Bai Liu looked back at Mu Sicheng, looked at the endless night outside Yinshan Village, and said flatly: "Some people's memories may be cotton candy, and there will be no big event after swallowing it, and it will return to sweetness. Some people's memories may It's a diary, and if you swallow it, you'll be able to blackmail people." "I think I can develop this kind of personality. My memory should not be a pleasant thing." Bai Liumei smiled crookedly and turned her head: "Swallowing it may be as painful as swallowing a blade."
