The peddler suddenly broke his heart and let out a scream of extremely high decibels. He understood a little about what happened to these villagers. There must be something wrong with their village. The reason why they followed him was that they could not get out for some reason.

It’s not how smart the peddler is. Just relying on the strange behaviors of the villagers and the things that follow behind, let alone the peddler is a person who can do business, even ordinary people can figure it out.

The faceless person disappeared just in an instant, but the peddler clearly felt the pair of hammer-like eyes with warning gazes.

If he continues to pull these villagers, he will not be able to get out even when it gets dark, and even if he really takes these people out, can he still survive? Can that thing let him go just now?

Thinking of this, the peddler threw away the basket in his hand and had to loosen the shoulder pole and run away. These things that are not worthless are of no importance.

But the peddler was still one step late, and his scream had already attracted the attention of the villagers.

Lao Zhao and several villagers who were close to each other immediately touched the shoulder pole and grabbed the peddler.

Although they could not see anyone in front of them, they knew that the peddler was there, and this was their only hope for the day of escape.

The peddler was shocked after being caught and shouted to let the villagers go, but the villagers were reluctant to let go, and more and more people caught him.

The peddler struggled desperately, but it angered the villagers. The villagers could not see the peddler's body, so they pulled it desperately.

The peddler screamed, but was torn apart by the villagers.

The peddler died, and all the villagers were in a daze. When they recovered again, they had already returned to the fork in the road.

Some villagers saw the flesh and blood in their hands and hurriedly threw it away and wiped their hands desperately.

Lao Zhao threw away half of the palm he was holding in his hand, without any guilt, but instead resented the peddler not to take him away.

After cursing twice, Lao Zhao walked towards the village, not even caring about his wife and daughter.

The villagers were infected by Lao Zhao's emotions and scolded the peddlers endlessly. Some were crazy and even ate the flesh and blood in their hands.

After returning to the village one after another, the villagers were still gathering together. It was not dark yet and they could not escape this time, so they could only find another way.

But this is the only outsider who can come to the village, so it is no longer realistic to use this method.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and no one dared to go home. They were afraid of the night and the desperate and helpless dream.

Finally, it was completely dark, and the villagers got together and no one spoke.

It was summer at that time, and even if you stayed outside for a night, it was nothing. Moreover, since the death of the poultry and livestock, there were no living creatures in the village except people. The birds did not fly here, there were no earthworms in the ground, and even mosquitoes were missing.

After just a while, Lao Zhao's daughter suddenly told Lao Zhao that she wanted to go to the bathroom.

Lao Zhao looked around and pointed to the corner of the yard and said, "Just squat and pee, come back quickly."

Lao Zhao's daughter felt a little embarrassed, but she didn't dare to let her pee in a place where no one was. Fortunately, the moonlight in that corner could not shine, and it was a shadow.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, his face was not as important as life, so Lao Zhao's daughter walked to that corner.

The surroundings were very quiet, so the villagers heard the conversation between Lao Zhao and his daughter, but now this kind of thing has made them unable to get interested.

Time passed and his daughter was not back for a long time. Old Zhao panicked and stood up to take a look at the corner.

But there was only a pool of mud soaked in urine on the ground, and there were no figures.

Lao Zhao suddenly thought of a possibility, liquid and urine are naturally liquid, could it be...

But things have happened. Although he felt a little sad, Lao Zhao didn't say anything. Maybe he would be reunited with his daughter soon, not to mention that his daughter would "live" tomorrow as soon as the dawn.

Back to where he was originally staying, Lao Zhao's wife asked him about his daughter, but Lao Zhao only said two words, but it was gone.

Lao Zhao's wife cried in depression, and Lao Zhao didn't comfort her, just sat down and stared blankly.

Although Lao Zhao's daughter disappeared, it caused a chain reaction. There were three urgent needs, and more and more people couldn't help but go to the bathroom. No one who walked into the corner to pee was back.

Lao Zhao also saw an old man standing not far from him peeing, but his whole body was sucked in by the waterline he had urinated.

Screams came one after another, and the villagers were numb. If they were to urinate, then who could escape?

...

The next morning, the village was surprisingly lively, and everything seemed to be back to its original appearance. The villagers got up very early, worked, cooked, fetched water, and chatted...

However, the old madman knew that these were no longer living people, and even the scared man had recovered from his previous appearance.

According to the old madman, for the first ten years, the villagers kept repeating everything that happened during that period from the murder of the village chief’s family of three until everyone died.

The old madman watched it for ten years and then understood what had happened in those days. The outsiders who came to the village in those ten years could still leave safely.

But after ten years, everything changed, and all the villagers began to repeat the same life every day. Maybe the village chief was tired of playing.

Since then, the village has been able to enter and not leave. None of the ordinary people or those with the ability have successfully walked out.

The old madman has always been able to enter and exit freely, but he has long lost the intention to leave. This is his home, his relatives, acquaintances, and enemies have all died here, and he plans to live his life here.

As for the reason why he scared us when we came, it was because we were still young, and he felt compassion and wanted to drive us away, but he was not sure whether we could leave at that time.

After listening to the story told by the old madman, the four of us were silent. The whole incident was full of darkness and distortion of human nature. Moreover, the old madman may have not spoken for too long and spoke intermittently. We have to analyze many places ourselves.

But I still understood this story. To be honest, I don’t think the villagers here deserve to be pitiful at all. What they do, whether in the human world or in the underworld, will be punished, and it is worthy of ending like this.

Maybe he said too much in one breath and was thirsty. The old madman asked us for a bottle of mineral water. Zhao Qitian handed him a cigarette. The old madman was not polite. He lit it and took a deep breath, showing an intoxicated expression.

"Old Li, do you still need to sacrifice that well on time now?" I asked the old madman. After listening to the whole story, my impression of him had completely changed. I secretly sighed in my heart that sometimes what I saw is not necessarily the truth.

The old madman slammed the ashes and shook his head, "No need, I just wanted to sacrifice with them to see my sister and niece, but I haven't seen it for so many years, and even the village chief... my brother-in-law, hasn't seen it before."

I sighed and patted the old madman on the shoulder.

"Ma De! If we can leave, we will not care about these messy things, what are the things!" Zhao Qitian cursed, obviously scolding the villagers.

"Yes, I didn't expect that Lao Zhao, who looked enthusiastic, was such a person, and those foods..." Yes, I remembered the half-dead people in the story of the old madman who ate madmen, and my stomach couldn't help but churned.

"No, we cannot ignore this matter. If we let it go, the consequences will be unimaginable!" said Sister Geng Geng.

"Oh? What do you think of Genggeng?" Sister Xiaoyao looked at Sister Genggeng.

"I'll tell you if you call me sister." Sister Geng Geng reached out and hooked Sister Gou Xiaoyao's chin.

"Sister, just tell me, I beg you." Sister Xiaoyao held Sister Geng Geng's arm and said coquettishly.

"Cough cough cough..." The old lunatic seemed to be choked by smoke and started coughing violently.

I was also stunned, and the feeling of wanting to vomit was suppressed.

After recovering, I realized that these two guys just wanted to work together to relieve the depressing and disgusting atmosphere.

"Okay, since you are shameless and shameless, I will tell you..." Sister Geng Geng stood on tiptoe and patted Sister Xiaoyao's head.

Only then did I realize that Sister Geng Geng was standing was about the same height as Sister Xiao Yao sitting on the kang. Her movements and her pretended expression on her face not only did not form a high aura, but instead looked very funny.

"Tell me quickly, Sister Geng Geng, what's going on?" I couldn't help but urge.

Sister Geng Geng rolled her eyes before saying, "If I guess correctly, then the Gujing is the thing that Yang Lianzhenjia created to gather evil and raise grievances."

"All virgins who are thrown into will be absorbed by that well. These virgins are not willing to be sacrificed, so they are so resentful. Their souls and resentfulness are absorbed by the ancient well, so the resentment in that well is getting heavier."

"In order to survive, the villagers had to sacrifice virgins to the Gujing, which formed a vicious cycle, but even Yang Lianzhenjia himself would not have thought that the village chief would have the variable later."

"A woman is a yin herself. The function of gathering yin and raising resentment in the ancient well will directly absorb the souls of those virgins full of resentment and transform them into resentment, but the village chief is a man."

"I guess the village chief died in the well for so many years, and the village chief's resentment was so heavy that it could not be more severe. So the ancient well not only failed to absorb the village chief's soul, but the village chief took all the resentment for himself, which led to a series of subsequent events."

"If it continues to develop by just seven years of investing in a virgin, it may take thousands of years to become a climate. However, now that the village chief has controlled the ancient well, the situation will be different. He manipulates the souls of the villagers every day, tortures them, and makes them feel resentful and strengthens themselves. People from outside come in and send people to their heads."

"If this continues, it will take not long before the village chief can harm the world. As for you..."
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