Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 2 The Voicer Dies
"Oh!"

A gunshot broke the silence of the deserted village.

Facing the threat, a strong man among the explorers chose to take the lead. The pistol in his hand was obviously remodeled, and its power was astonishing. The muffler on the muzzle seemed to be a decoration and did not play any role.

The shot was quite accurate, and the weird little girl flew backwards in an instant, with a big hole in her forehead, and fell to the ground without moving.

The burly man remained silent, turned around and shot the old man on the recliner again, which was also a headshot.

Everyone marveled at his decisiveness, and worried that such a loud noise might cause unknown troubles, so they decided to transfer immediately.

The strong man looked at the pistol and complained in a faint voice: "This rubbish silencer is useless to the mother..."

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, and a lot of blood spewed out of his mouth.

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and they found that the tongue in the strong man's mouth had disappeared, and it seemed that he would not live long.

The latter turned his head with the last bit of strength, and found that the little girl who had been shot in the head by him actually climbed onto his shoulder, holding a steaming tongue in her hand.

"Shh..."

The little girl only had half of her head left, but she made a silent gesture to everyone again like a normal person.

"What kind of monster is this..."

The strong man fell to the ground with fear and unwillingness, and died with regret.

Cheng Zi gasped, almost screaming, but fortunately, he controlled himself in time.

Silence is forbidden in the village!

She was trembling all over, but she felt abnormally cold behind her, as if standing a cold corpse.

She tightly covered her mouth, and turned her head slowly, only to see that the bloody old man had arrived behind her at some point, and stretched out a hand full of corpse spots...

As soon as she makes a sound, she will have her tongue pulled out!

Although her mind was blank, the girl still tried her best to keep calm and quickly moved away from the old man.

The latter did not move.

At a critical juncture, the photographer signaled everyone to evacuate immediately, but a large number of villagers suddenly appeared in the plowing fields, blocking the road behind them.

They were all wearing old clothes, with weird smiles on their faces, and put their index fingers between their lips.

"Shh..."

……

The market in the village was quite quiet. There was a strange figure standing at each stall. They twisted their necks stiffly, and their eyes focused on a young man in a black sportswear.

The latter was squatting in front of a fruit stand, picking and picking. Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he looked towards the entrance of the village with great interest.

"I was still wondering why there was no one in the market. It turned out that something good happened in the village. Firecrackers were set off here... What happened?"

Seeing that the stall owner didn't answer, Bai Mo felt bored, frowned and said, "I said aunt, your fruit is obviously not fresh, isn't there any better one?"

As he spoke, he shook his head in disappointment.

The stall owner looked at him.

Everyone in the market looked at him.

They said nothing, and the air was eerily quiet.

"Yes...some...I'll go get it...you get it."

After a long while, the stall owner squeezed out a blunt smile. She struggled to speak, her voice was hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time, she turned and walked into the yard behind her.

Not long after, she walked out of the yard tremblingly, with a basket in her hand, and put it on the booth.

"Just...picked...new...fresh."

Bai Mo randomly picked up an apple, it was really big and round, he was very satisfied in his heart, he pretended to be dissatisfied and said: "There are good things, but you have to sell them if they are not fresh, ma'am, you are not authentic..."

After pausing for a moment, he tentatively asked, "How about it be cheaper?"

The aunt smiled falsely, nodded and said, "Okay, this time...it's my fault...you see...just watch."

"Really look at it?"

"Yes."

Bai Mo didn't say much, left a yellow-green ticket and left, looking for the next stall.

The aunt accepted the banknotes, and seeing the other party leave, the smile on her face disappeared instantly, and her expression was inexplicable.

After a while, Bai Mo stood in front of a meat stall, looking at the strangely colored meat on the cutting board, his expression gradually became serious.

"Boss, you meat..."

"Meat...how...how...?"

The butcher vendor was a thin middle-aged man with a pale face. Hearing Bai Mo's words, he seemed to tense up immediately.

"This meat..." Bai Mo's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if he realized something was wrong.

In the entire market, the eyes of all the stall owners flickered, and there was a faint light in their eyes, paying attention to Bai Mo's every move.

Shouldn't it be discovered...

The middle-aged man smiled, but his whole body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had thought of something terrible.

"The meat is very good."

In the weird and tense atmosphere, Bai Mo's brows gradually relaxed, and he said with a little regret, "It's a pity that I didn't bring enough money, I have to buy it next time."

After the words fell, he seemed to hear a long series of relieved sounds. He looked around suspiciously, but found that all the vendors were not looking sideways, and they were busy with their own affairs.

"Strange..." Bai Mo shook his head and looked away, looked at the stall owner, and suddenly asked curiously, "I said boss, you are a butcher, why do you keep your right hand in your pocket all the time?"

As soon as these words came out, the air froze again.

Under Bai Mo's scrutinizing eyes, the middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, and said with an embarrassed smile: "The old...the old saying is good...everything...everything must be reserved..."

His voice trembled, and he looked quite guilty.

"Hahaha, boss, you are so humorous."

After a brief silence, Bai Mo suddenly laughed, thinking that this village is quite interesting, why didn't he notice it before.

He was about to leave with big bags and small bags, turned his head and said to the vendors: "When I bring enough money next time, I will definitely take care of everyone's business."

"Okay." The middle-aged man smiled unabated, but there was a burst of wailing in his heart.

Please, don't come here!

Bai Mo didn't notice the strange expressions on everyone's faces, but stopped in his tracks.

At the same time, the expressions of all the vendors became extremely strange, and they turned their heads at the same time, all looking in one direction.

I saw a man and a woman running not far away. The man was carrying a video camera. Both of them looked terrified and seemed to be physically and mentally exhausted.

Orange is about to despair.

It is not easy to keep silent in Silent Village. Along the way, shocks and hallucinations emerge endlessly, and many secret explorers have their tongues pulled out for no reason.

Vaguely, she seemed to have seen a strange force that shouldn't appear in the C-level restricted area.

Fortunately, she has been biting her tongue tightly and covering her mouth tightly, so she is lucky enough to survive until now.

Suddenly, Cheng Zi found that the photographer in front of him was kneeling weakly on the ground, and the camera was thrown aside. Obviously, he had completely given up and was about to wait to die on the spot.

She froze for a moment, looked around, her heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and there were people everywhere——

No, it's not people, the entire Silent Village is full of monsters!

Can't escape...

Shrouded in despair, Cheng Zi knew that sooner or later he would die in this village.

She was already exhausted, and she only supported herself up to now with a will to survive. At this moment, under despair, her whole body suddenly became limp, and she was about to fall to the ground.

However, at this moment, she was supported by a pair of strong arms in time.

"Are you OK?"

Cheng Zi raised his head, and in front of him was a handsome young man with a pale complexion, who was looking at him curiously, with vivid eyes, obviously different from those corpse-like monsters.

"I do not……"

She was about to respond aloud, but she suddenly woke up—this was a hallucination, a monster trying to trick me into talking!
Her teeth were chattering, she struggled to get out of the opponent's arm, her hands hugged her knees and shrank against the wall, trying not to make a sound.

Seeing this, the photographer also followed, planning to take this opportunity to take a good rest.

Anyway, he couldn't run away, so he simply looked at Bai Mo, thinking about what this guy was.

"What happened to you?"

Bai Mo didn't understand, so after several times of communication to no avail, he thought that the two of them needed help, so he asked a few stall owners to come and help.

"No, don't let them come here, they are all monsters!" Cheng Zi couldn't bear it any longer, and hurriedly yelled.

The photographer wanted to cover her mouth, but it was too late, and his heart sank instantly.

Cheng Zi also realized something, and his face turned pale.

As time passed, the two looked at each other, and they both saw the astonishment on each other's faces.

"Why? I'm actually fine..."

monster?

At the same time, Bai Mo looked back suspiciously, and saw that the villagers were grinning, smiling extraordinarily hard.

So he looked at the two with constantly changing expressions again, and said with a smile: "The villagers are very kind, why do you call them monsters, what happened?"

At this time, Cheng Zi's eyes were dull, she saw it, but how could it be...

When this guy turned around just now, those monsters actually laughed...

Laughed?

However, as the other party turned their heads, the expressions of those monsters instantly became gloomy again, as if they had taken off their hypocritical masks.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and an idea suddenly came to him.

"The monster... is afraid of this guy?"

Yes.

I didn't die not because the monsters were kind, but because they didn't dare to kill in front of this guy!
Cheng Zi suddenly became excited, she seemed to see a way out.

Although it may not be normal people who can scare monsters, this is the only way to survive at present.

Take a gamble!
After weighing, she plucked up the courage to test: "Can you take us out of here?"

"Why?" Bai Mo looked a little puzzled.

"I... I am temporarily homeless."

"What about him, is he too?" Bai Mo thought for a while, then pointed to the photographer.

The photographer remained vigilant, he nodded hesitantly without saying a word.

Bai Mo was silent.

The air gradually froze, and eyes gathered together, as if everyone was waiting for his decision.

"Okay, I can take you to my house for a night, but in exchange, you have to help me get some things."

After a while, Bai Mo sighed, and pointed to a large pile of environmental protection bags behind him.

"Your home is..." Cheng Zi asked.

"Oh, it's a bit far away. If you're not in this village, you'll have to walk a long way." Bai Mo thought for a while and suggested, "How about I ask the villagers for you and stay at their house for one night..."

"No, no, no!"

Cheng Zi turned pale when she heard that, maybe because she felt that she was acting a little strange, she quickly found a lame excuse, "If it's far away, someone must help you carry things..."

"Well, yes, let's go then."

Bai Mo nodded and helped the girl on the ground.

Cheng Zi got up and followed carefully, watching the young man bid farewell to the stall owners Yiyi, he just felt that the atmosphere was extraordinarily weird.

The photographer picked up the camera and followed the two of them without saying a word. Seeing that everyone was "happy", he was in a daze for some reason.

He let go of all vigilance, walked to a meat stall, patted the stall owner on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It seems that you and this little brother have a good relationship."

His tone was relaxed and casual, even more natural than that of Hua Cong's veteran flirting with girls.

The stall owner didn't make a sound, but his expression became very strange. He stretched out his right hand, which had been hidden in his pocket. There was no palm at the wrist, only a wriggling tongue.

The air was quiet for two seconds.

The smile on the photographer's face gradually solidified, as if waking up from a dream, and his back was completely soaked in cold sweat.

He tried to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound at all. He could only watch helplessly as another blood-stained bright red tongue appeared on the stall owner's hand.

That's his tongue.

All the vendors stared at him as if they were looking at a corpse.

"Goodbye."

Before closing his eyes, he heard the stall owner's cold farewell voice.

Photographer, deceased.

(End of this chapter)