Chapter 76 Chapter 22 The Hanged Man, Footsteps from the Horror House

The white mist that had been filling my field of vision suddenly disappeared. Looking down from the small slope where I was standing, what appeared was not only a dilapidated wooden house, but also eight large and small wooden waterwheels. Standing in the distant stream.In addition, around the wooden house, there is a large field ridge artificially reclaimed, with green winter cabbage and scallions planted on it, and many melons and fruit trees surround the wooden house, interspersed with some yellow straw stacks. On the grassland not far away, there are still a few cattle grazing leisurely. Looking from a distance, it shows the beauty of the countryside.

This scene surprised me very much.Unexpectedly, there would be such a place in this Heizhugou. I walked through the woods and drove the monkey boy to go forward, but he stopped and refused to move forward. I put a knife on his neck, and he closed his eyes. He would rather die than go away.The monkey boy is not a timid person running around in this mountain forest, but he is so scared at this moment, thinking that there must be someone or something that frightens him in that wooden house. I wandered around in this mountain forest for a long time, and I was already extremely bored. When I saw this wooden house appear, I felt that there was something strange waiting for me to inquire about it.Unable to suppress the curiosity in my heart, I gagged his mouth, and then used a climbing rope to hang the monkey boy who refused to move forward on the branch of the big tree behind him, three meters above the ground, so that he could not escape under force. , nor let him be strangled.

I can't help but be careless, the monkey boy looks weak now, but he is the murderer who killed his adoptive father, and the sharp knife in his hand has killed many people, he is a cold-blooded and ruthless alien, relax a little , I will definitely suffer a big loss. Having dealt with this disaster properly, I began to push aside the grass in front and slowly approached from the slope forest in the west. Before that, I had observed the house and everything around it for a long time.After all, there must be something powerful about a place that scares a monkey boy with excellent agility and explosive power.I held the machete tightly in my right hand, stooped my waist, walked lightly, and put my left hand on my chest, ready to take out the shock mirror to make a rescue at any time.

The way I was going was diagonally facing the wooden house, walking down the sloping forest, and when I passed a vegetable garden, my attention was attracted by the weeds beside the vegetable garden. What the hell!what do i see Among the clumps of withered and yellow weeds on the edge of the field ridge, I saw several black-brown broad-leaved grasses with hairy scales on the needle-shaped edges, and I have been dreaming about this kind of grass in the past two days. There is no place to find when you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it-Dragon Fern Grass! This is a genuine dragon fern, and it is as ordinary as a roadside weed in this place.I even saw a lot of yellowed dragon fern thrown in the drainage ditch next to the field ridge.I was ecstatic in my heart, I didn't care about being tired, I squatted down quickly, squeezed a few handfuls, and shoved them into my tattered mountaineering bag tremblingly.

When I stood up again, I felt extremely happy, like a villager who had found gold. Many years ago, did Wang Baosong have the same good mood as me? I walked briskly across the vegetable field and fruit forest, and came to the door of this wooden house.This wooden house looks like the kind of wooden house in the ethnic minority mountainous areas in Hunan, Guizhou, Hubei and other places. The walls are black, and the roof is covered with pine bark. It looks crumbling, obviously it has been many years. Stepping on the decayed wooden house ladder, I came to the door of the house, knocked on the door, and I asked if anyone?

When I shouted, my whole body was tense, ready to fight, but there was no sound.After waiting for more than ten seconds, I gently pushed open the wooden door. The door was not locked, and it opened with a push.The inside is very simple, with wooden tables, bamboo chairs, and an old-style bed. The quilt on it is an old-style decades ago, very old. Maybe the air here is too humid, giving off a musty smell. Soon, my attention was firmly attracted by a statue on the shrine opposite the bed. In the nearly twenty-three years of my life, I have seldom been so tired and physically and mentally exhausted as in the past two years.

Sometimes I wonder, is it because I have the Golden Silkworm Gu, the so-called "Heaven will send a great responsibility to the people, and it will..." This set of theories has come true on me?In short, since July last year, I have hardly been idle. All kinds of weird things have come one after another, and I am overwhelmed. I have also escaped from death many times, and I am basically insulated from my ordinary life in the past. I thought these events were all independent individuals, but I found that they were not. It was the first time I saw such a statue with three heads and six arms sitting on a lotus platform with outstretched teeth and dancing claws in Agen's new residence, and it was enshrined by Agen's ex-girlfriend Wang Shanqing.Since then, I have seen it everywhere: in the home of Laowai, the inheritor of scorpion Gu in Zhenning, in the home of a heretic who makes little ghosts in Peng City, in the base of Sakulang in Myanmar, on the murals of Karst Cave in Qingshanjie, and even Even Luo Deafzi's pattern when he committed suicide has a great connection with this statue.

All events are connected together by this line. What is this idol? I got the answer from Uncle Miscellaneous Xiaodao.The old man who has maintained stability in the frontier all year round told me that this is the clone of the god enshrined by the evil spirit sect, named "Dahetian" - the god they believe in, and the only god. There are three clones, representing " "Creation", "Destruction" and "Law", and "Daheitian" is the carrier of "Destruction". Because it is responsible for destruction and is the most powerful, it has been widely sought after - this kind of "end of the world" as the The cult of gimmicks is like this all over the world.

What I didn't expect was that in this mysterious Heizhugou, in this empty wooden house, I actually saw it again. Looking at the ferocious and ferocious face of the god, I felt that its dark eyes seemed to reveal evil and strangeness. I felt a little numbness on the soles of my feet, and an inexplicable sense of fear emerged spontaneously, and then spread throughout my body open.All the events turned into a huge net, which strangled me and made it difficult for me to breathe. I stood quietly in front of this statue for a long time, my thoughts drifted, I didn't know what I was going to do, my mind was empty, and I was completely unconscious.

Ten minutes later, I heard a rattling sound from the side door on the right side of the room, as if something was moving on the beam. Is it a mouse?I listened to it, and it didn't feel like it.So I started to move slowly and walked over carefully.Beside the wooden door is a brown coarse porcelain rice jar, which contains half a jar of rice, which looks fresh.I pushed open the door, and what I saw was a very common stove in the countryside. There was nothing unusual about it. The threshold was a bit high. I stepped in and suddenly smelled a very strong smell of blood.This smell was originally covered by the smell of smoke and fire in the kitchen, but once I entered it, it went straight into my nose.

Then I saw the wet, dark red blood next to the clay stove. The sound of ticking came from behind the door. I felt a visceral fear creeping through my body.I slowly closed the door, then suddenly raised my head and looked behind the door—— I saw two people hanging upside down. One of them had already died. He was caught in the abdominal cavity by a huge black iron hook. The flesh on his stomach turned white, and the internal organs inside had been completely hollowed out. Rusty iron ropes tightly wound him, and The remaining blood was still flowing down his drooping head and hands, dripping drop by drop into the wooden basin below; there was another one hanging upside down from the beam, with his mouth blocked by a black cloth, The same iron chain was tied, and the upside-down head kept shaking. The moment I saw these two people, my heart was seized suddenly, and my whole body trembled. I saw Yang Jin in the miasma forest before, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye. I always thought it was a hallucination. When I walked all the way, I still thought that the trio of tomb robbers might have escaped from Heizhugou and left here. The reality shattered my fantasy: the dead man was the bald Li Tangcheng, and the weak and struggling man was Xiaojun. I really didn't expect to see them like this here. Xiaojun obviously saw me. His pupils dilated a little before, and he was in extreme panic. When he saw me at the door, a gleam of light suddenly burst out from his eyes, and he kept struggling and shaking, which made me very worried. Will the beams break?My first reaction was not to step forward to rescue him, but to hold the knife tightly, search the kitchen, and then walk up to Xiaojun who was hanging upside down, and take out the black cloth from his mouth.Xiaojun's mouth was full of blood, but he was very excited, saying, brother Lu, let me down quickly, quickly... Seeing that he was agitated and incoherent, I quickly patted his chest and said don't worry, let me tell you what's going on first?Is there anyone else in the house? Xiaojun told me that the devil is out, please let me down quickly, or I will die. I took a closer look, and found that there was an iron hook button on Xiaojun's waist that locked him tightly, so I supported his body, and then untied the button.As soon as the iron buckle was opened, the iron chain rattled and the person fell down.I caught him and laid him flat on the kitchen floor. Seeing that his mouth was full of blood, I untied the kettle, gave him a drink, and asked if he was better. He said thank you back and forth a few times, then looked at the dead Li Tangcheng and cried, saying that they lost their way on the way out of the ditch, and ended up getting separated from Yang Jin.When he woke up, he found that he was hanging upside down here, and Uncle Li was already dead.Someone in the room over there was talking to himself, and then the floor sounded, and the person went out.Then, I came here... Xiaojun wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a sound of footsteps at the door of the house.