Walking through the pile of corpses, the condition of each corpse is different.
The only thing that is the same is a pair of cold and ruthless eyes full of killing.
Old Man led the way, with his head neither lowered nor raised, always keeping a straight gaze.
He neither deliberately avoided the corpses nor showed any strength, just like his head.
I slowed down a little, but there was something wrong with Lao Man.
Judging from my interactions in the past few days, he was a man who was groveling to those above and domineering to those below.
The most important thing is that he is very timid.
But now, he seemed to be a different person, so calm that it was terrifying.
I thought of Ming Feichen's words, and even more of the bald man's inconsistent attitude, and a familiar word surfaced in my mind.
That is the method of planting soul.
The so-called soul-seeking method is to plant a dying soul into the soul of a normal person, continue to absorb soul nutrients, and eventually replace the normal soul.
This is like some insects injecting their larvae into other insects.
The larvae grow by continuously sucking the juice from the parasitic insect.
When the larvae grow up and become adults, the parasitic insect dies.
The soul-seeking method is similar to this parasitic method, and is more sinister.
It completely eliminates the original soul and takes over his body.
I hope this is not the case with Lao Man.
If it is, then our situation will be even more dangerous.
I can't tell where he is going to take us.
Dachun probably didn't notice Lao Man's condition.
Sister Shiliu glanced at Lao Man from time to time.
She should have sensed something was wrong.
I slowed down a little, and when Sister Pomegranate came to me, I touched her, nuzzled at the old man in front of me, then quickened my pace again and followed her.
After getting out of the horde of corpses, we traveled all night.
I don't know if the rotten smell on our bodies played a role or if it was due to other reasons.
We didn't encounter any accidents along the way.
That strange look also disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all.
When daylight was about to break, we found a creek, washed the dark red body oil on our bodies, rested briefly, and then continued on the road.
When we returned to Manru Village, it was just dawn and the smoke was just rising in the village, which looked quiet and peaceful.
"Hey, it's safe."
Old Man, who was leading the way, bared his scorched teeth and smiled, returning to his wretched look.
He was completely different from the person he was last night.
I don't want to care what he becomes, or whether he has been implanted with a soul.
What I want now is to get out of the mountain quickly and find a safe place to hide for a while.
"It's not easy to get out of the mountains.
Without a car, you won't be able to get out in three days just with your feet."
Old Man saw our thoughts and persuaded us.
He was right, we made the tractor when we came here.
It turned into a horse-drawn carriage in the middle of the journey, and it was really impossible to get out on foot.
Lao Man, a familiar person, led us to the village party secretary.
In such a remote mountainous area, the village party secretary is equal to the emperor.
The toll we paid last time basically went into the pocket of the village party secretary.
If we want to go out, without the approval of the village party secretary, the tractors will not be dispatched, let alone the carriages willing to pull us.
The village party secretary was a little surprised to see Lao Man, and a little surprised.
However, after hearing Lao Man's request, he shook his head and said that he couldn't go out these days.
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There was a landslide two days ago and the road was blocked.
If you want to get out, you have to wait at least a week.
My heart sank slightly.
Was this an accident?
There are still people who want to keep us here, there is no way to tell.
Especially what Ming Feichen said, he said that the people from the Palace of Hell would arrive in three days.
Now one day has passed and there are still two days left.
Their people will arrive soon.
A landslide will not stop them.
At most, it will delay their time.
In other words, in two days at the fastest and about three days at the slowest, the people from the Palace of Hell will arrive at Manru Village.
By then we will have no choice but to confront them.
The only thing I'm not sure about now is the whereabouts of Ming Feichen.
According to Lao Man, if you want to get out of the mountains and pass through Manru Village, taking the mountain road is the fastest and safest way.
If you go through those wild mountains and forests, there is no way at all.
It is difficult and not easy to get out.
The most important thing is that the danger in the mountains is much greater.
I am not sure where Ming Feichen is now.
I motioned to Lao Man to ask about Ming Feichen’s whereabouts.
The result was both expected and a little disappointing.
Ming Feichen did not pass through Manru Village.
Since the landslide, no outsiders have come to Manru Village, except for a few of us.
"You stay here in peace.
The mountain road will be open in two days, and I will send a tractor to pull you out."
The village chief was very talkative.
After taking a puff from his pipe, he looked up at us.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I felt that there was something strange about that look.
Those cloudy old eyes seemed to be able to see through people’s hearts, and they could see through us at a glance.
Lao Man's attitude toward the Shangcun Party Secretary surprised me a little.
He acted very diplomatically, and the relationship between the two seemed to be good.
Finally, the village party secretary sent someone to settle us down, and he stayed, saying he wanted to talk in detail about old times.
The house where we were accommodated was a small two-story wooden building, which was very characteristic of Yunnan.
After working hard outside for a few days, I finally found a comfortable environment.
The three of us made simple arrangements and fell asleep.
For the time being, it was safe for the next day or two.
The first thing I saw after waking up was Lao Man's purple-black face.
He came to ask us to have dinner.
After sleeping all day, the sky had darkened, and Lao Man looked good, not at all as wretched as he had been in Manbang Village.
"It's time to eat.
You have been tired for a few days.
Today I want you to taste our real local specialties."
Lao Man was like a hospitable old friend, waking us up one by one.
As Lao Man went downstairs, at a snack bar along the street, Lao Man prepared a table full of dishes.
Although Manru Village is a village, the roads are not easy to navigate, but there are all kinds of Kezhai snack bars and sellers of handicrafts, all prepared for tourism.
The road has been closed these days, which has kept some tourists here.
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While we were eating, there were several tourists from other places discussing when the road would be opened.
Everything seemed very peaceful, there were no ghosts, no tricks, and no people from major forces appeared, but I just couldn't settle down, and I always felt like something was going to happen.
After taking two bites.
A familiar person appeared in my sight.
He had a bald head, bald eyebrows, and a bit of flesh on his face.
He was a bald man.
I stared blankly at the bald man walking from the end of the street.
He didn't seem to see me, so he found an empty seat and calmly ordered.
Dachun and Sister Pomegranate lost their appetites and suddenly became nervous, looking at the bald man stiffly.
Especially Lao Man, he almost bulged his eyes out.
A trace of unnoticeable murderous intent came out of his eyes and disappeared quickly, but I was still aware of it.
The bald man ordered the food and ate it with an indifferent look on his face, as if he didn't see us.
The day before yesterday, we were fighting under the tomb, and I saw with my own eyes that gold pierced his heart, and watched as his body was taken away by the so-called soul-seeking method.
But now, he pretended that he didn't know me and started eating here calmly.
A simple meal was served, and the bald man swallowed it with big mouthfuls.
What he ate was a portion of rice noodles, which were just served.
You could also see the hot soup boiling on it.
The temperature was 70 or 80 degrees.
At this temperature, one bite would burn the entire esophagus, but the bald man's food was very sweet.
The most important thing was that his eyes gradually became strange.
The originally indifferent eyes became dull after seeing the food, and he started eating like a starving ghost.
He swallowed all the rice noodles in less than two minutes, and the expression on his face became more and more strange, turning an ugly livid color.
"puff" Under our gaze, the bald man slowly turned his head and looked at us.
The moment he looked at us, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He fell down on the table with a plop, his body twitching unnaturally, and blood flowed slowly from the corner of his mouth.
Slowly dripping outward.
Dachun and I looked at each other and wondered what was going on with the bald man: