Here Lies The Wicked

While clearing the mountain road, a woman's body was found by accident.

It spread quickly among the group.

It caused quite a bit of tension. Everyone was talking about it, and some even sent photos to the group.

The crowd kept going, and Fang Zheng soon noticed it. His face froze. The murder that happened at least ten years ago?

If there was a murder, the murderer might be in Gujing village, or perhaps not in Gujing village.

If the murderer was in gujing village and the woman's body was accidentally exposed... Could it be that all of them had entered the murderer's vision?

This small mountain village, from the beginning of the hearts of the villagers, gradually to the later let everyone feel cold, at first this seemingly ordinary small mountain village, let Fang Zheng feel more complicated and confusing.

If there was a murderer hiding in the village, every minute they stayed in the village, everyone would be in danger for another minute. There was also an outbreak of supernatural events, and the number of missing people was increasing. Fang Zheng frowned and couldn't drag it on so slowly.

No one was confident that the next moment danger would befall anyone.

A breakthrough must be found as soon as possible.

The mysterious dry well of the ancestral temple and the things that Aunt zhou had been hiding for a long time could not find a breakthrough at present. Fang Zheng had to look out to the outside world.

Where have the search and rescue teams outside cleared the debris flow?

If we could get everyone out of Gujing village as soon as possible, it would be another breakthrough... As long as they can leave the village, there will naturally be more professional people to deal with the rest of the matter.

According to the two days of contact with the outside world, it seems that the search and rescue team will take about four or five days to open the road to Gujing village...

But based on the current trend of missing persons, let alone four or five days... I'm afraid we won't have to do it for three days. We won't be able to handle the mental stress anymore...

Just as Fang Zheng hurried towards the direction of the mudslide, there was new news in the crowd.

Someone has called the police.

The situation in the mountains, the outside world.

With Fang Zheng's martial arts training physique, he quickly arrived at the scene where everyone was cleaning up the debris flow, but he bypassed and continued to move forward.

If the search and rescue team needed about four or five days to open the road to Gujing village, it meant that the search and rescue team was actually not far from Gujing village.

With Fang Zheng's vigorous skills, he quickly climbed over the landslide that everyone was cleaning up. After walking along the winding mountain road for another hour, he found the second landslide...

However...

The third landslide, the fourth landslide, seemed to be endless and circulated among the landslides... Fang Zheng stood still.

Then, instead of moving forward, he took a short cut through the mountains and forests and headed straight for the top of the mountain, intending to have a wider view from the top of the mountain.

But in the forest after the storm, the soil was extremely slippery. As he walked, Fang Zheng soon found something even more strange. Every time he could only walk one or two hundred meters between the mountains, because the soil was slippery and stuck in his feet, he could not move forward and had to retreat again.

All these strange scenes in front of him made Fang Zheng's scalp explode... Thinking of the familiar three words, ghosts hit the wall!

A way out that one would never find.

Mudslides, landslides, mountain tops that never get up... Fang Zheng's face changed greatly. He often walked by the river and finally won the big prize.

But strangely enough, he never found out...

Even the Demon ape meditation couldn't see the ghost hitting the wall...

There's only one possibility!

Fang Zheng's face was extremely solemn. Before the sun was going down, Fang Zheng's exhausted body and spirit, which had not fully recovered, made him look tired and sicker.

Through this day's exploration, Fang Zheng discovered an extremely horrifying fact. The scale and scope of this ghost wall was so large that he had never seen it before. Whether it was the winding mountain road down the mountain or the winding mountain road up the mountain, there was no way out.

It means that everyone is trapped in Gujing village and can't get out...

The more he thought about it, the more Fang Zheng shuddered, as if an electric current had passed through his whole body, "What happened to the ghost beating the wall at the villager li peng's house?"

"Is it like a dream? You think you've woken up, but you're still stuck in a deeper dream..."

When Fang Zheng returned to gujing village with a tired face, the team that happened to meet the mud flow also returned to the village. Zhang Jianming, the country bus driver... Fang Zheng subconsciously frowned. His mood was complicated, but he didn't show it on the surface.

Only after experiencing the ghost hitting the wall can one truly realize the powerful illusion of the ghost hitting the wall... These people, are they real? Or was it part of the ghost hitting the wall again?

"It shouldn't be fake, right?"

"Everyone took the country bus together before they entered the mountain in Wen wu xiang. The ghost hitting the wall can't be so big. If even Wen wu xiang is covered, then this ghost is too heaven defying. It simply has no solution."

Fang Zheng frowned.

He was thinking about the ten or so self-driving tourists that appeared later, who were they? Or something else?

People often say that seeing is believing and hearing is not believing, but this time, the ghost hit the wall, which made Fang Zheng a little uncertain. What he saw in front of him, how real and how fake was it?

On this day, before it was completely dark, the villagers had already returned home early to rest.

The doors and windows of every house were tightly shut.

The whole village was dead and lifeless, like a graveyard. At night, it sank into a strange silence. The sounds of insects, birds, and dogs all disappeared, rendering the mountain village under the night a bit gloomy and cold.

But in the temporary group of stranded tourists, everyone was talking in fear about the woman's body that was dug up during the day.

Everyone was nervously guessing who this woman's body was.

Was it the villagers of Gujing village who killed and dumped the bodies?

However, Fang Zheng did not participate in the conversation. He was focused on the spiritual martial arts of the vulture over and over again. In this increasingly strange ancient village, the strong sense of crisis was approaching step by step, and he had to recover to his peak as soon as possible.

Just as Fang Zheng was practicing his spiritual martial arts, all of a sudden, with Fang Zheng's five senses, Li uncle and Aunt zhou's voices came into Fang Zheng's ears.

"Old man, the chicken outside the door doesn't seem to be moving. Could it be that the chicken hasn't rested well these past few nights? What happened?" First came Aunt zhou's voice.

"During the day, I saw that the spirit of the chicken was not right. I also specially put down the chicken and carefully fed some feed and water."

"Old lady, I'm going out to take a look." This time it was Li uncle's voice.

Aunt zhou's worried voice said, "Old man, the village head said that after night, we should not go out."

Li uncle said impatiently, "I just opened the door to check on the chicken, not to go out. Stop talking."

Then, footsteps sounded and walked gently towards the door.

Creak, the door opened... Into silence, there was no sound...

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