The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 35 Gujia Village

A few minutes later, the five people walked out of the woods. In front of them was the flank of Lishan Mountain, like a sleeping giant. The sky was an oppressive gray-green, and darkness was about to cover the quiet valley.

In front of the five people was a dry pond. On the left side of the pond was a vegetable field built with bamboo fences. The vegetable field had been abandoned for a long time and was overgrown with weeds.

Behind the pond and vegetable field is a small village with more than a dozen houses scattered in a ladder shape at the foot of the mountain. They are all dilapidated mud houses made of loess bricks.

A small stone road runs through the front yards of more than a dozen houses, winding and extending to the slope. On the top of the slope is a house with black bricks and white tiles, which can be vaguely identified as an old-fashioned ancestral hall.

The five people walked along the small dirt road beside the pond through the vegetable fields and arrived at the entrance of the village.

It was completely dark, and there was no one in the village. There was only the sound of cold wind, subtle insects, and some unspeakable weird noises.

Officer Wu took out his flashlight and illuminated a cracked stone tablet at his feet. The word "ancient" on it also cracked, which was very strange.

"Wait, wait a minute..." Pang Jun's face turned pale and his throat was tight, "Well... I suddenly feel uncomfortable. I may be sick. Otherwise, I'd better go back to the basement of the villa, tie myself up, and take good care of myself. On."

To be honest, Gao Yang also felt that it was a bit invasive. After all, this was an uninhabited village where tragedies and mass disappearances had occurred. But since it had come to this point, considering the sunk costs, he had to bite the bullet and go ahead.

Wang Zikai put one hand in his pocket and held a flashlight in the other. He took a step that he didn't recognize and kicked over a bamboo basket blocking the road. He didn't know what it meant to be afraid.

Qing Ling had no expression, but her expression and movements showed caution.

"Are you that scared?" Officer Huang asked Pang Jun.

"Officer Huang, there is something really evil here," Pang Jun looked around like a frightened bird, "I have asked a fortune teller for fortune telling before. He said that my physique is prone to attracting unclean things, so he told me not to go to places with strong yin energy. , I think this place looks gloomy and makes people very uncomfortable..."

"I'm an atheist. If you're afraid, just go back by yourself." Officer Huang didn't force it.

Fat Jun looked back at the road he was looking at. It was already dark, and there seemed to be countless dangers lurking in the darkness.While he was still hesitating, the other four began to move forward.Pang Jun, who was left on the spot, felt that the air around him was a little colder. He trembled and quickly caught up with him: "Hey, wait for me..."

The five people quickly climbed up the hillside and arrived at the ancestral hall at the end of the village.

The ancestral hall is built against a cliff. In front of the door are two ferocious little stone lions. The wall made of blue bricks is covered with damp moss. The black paint on the door of the house is peeling off. There is a plaque hanging on the top. Covered with dust and cobwebs, the four traditional Chinese characters for "Gu's Ancestral Hall" can be faintly seen from right to left.

Officer Huang walked to the black door, grabbed the lion knocker on the door, and knocked three times.

"Bang bang bang." The door made an old and deep sound, echoing in the darkness.

"The door has been knocked, you can go in." Officer Huang turned to look at Pang Jun.

Fat Jun's fat body huddled behind Gao Yang, revealing his round head: "You, don't ask me...how should I know?"

Officer Huang inserted the brass key into the door lock: "Yes, that's the right lock."

He took a deep breath and twisted the copper lock, only to hear a crisp "click".

Gao Yang felt bad.

Sure enough, Officer Huang smiled bitterly: "The key seems to be broken."

"Get out of the way! You guys are too stupid!" Wang Zikai was already gearing up and eager to try. He rushed forward and kicked the door open.

"Pound!" Due to excessive force, half of the door fell off and fell to the ground, stirring up a burst of dust.

"Brothers! Your grandpa is here!" Wang Zikai rushed in first.

Everyone looked at each other and hurried to follow.

Inside the gate is a square courtyard. The houses on three sides are all two-story and antique. There is a patio above the head. A beam of dim skylight falls on a dry well in the center of the courtyard.

Directly in front of the dry well is the ancestral hall with its door open.

"That's it? Where's the enemy? Where's the lizard monster!" Wang Zikai stood under the patio and stepped on the platform of the dry well, looking disappointed.

Officer Huang glanced at Gao Yang: "Can you use a gun?"

Gao Yang shook his head and then thought: "I have the talent for copying." "Okay." Officer Huang took out a pistol and handed it to Gao Yang.

Gao Yang took it and held the other person's hand.

A second later, he successfully copied Officer Huang's level 3 gun talent, and the corresponding firearms knowledge, shooting experience and various body muscle memories immediately emerged in his mind.

Gao Yang held the gun in his right hand, with the muzzle facing downwards. He opened the magazine, checked the condition of the bullets, and then reloaded the gun with a smooth movement.

"Type 92 has 15 bullets and an effective range of 50 meters. Use it sparingly." Officer Huang said.

"Actually... my copy talent only lasts three seconds." Gao Yang smiled bitterly.

"You're...too fast." Officer Huang was surprised.

"That's right! How can a man be a quick shooter!" Wang Zikai laughed at the side.

Gao Yang rolled his eyes: This idiot should not have saved him in the first place!

"I hope we won't encounter any difficult enemies." Officer Huang said, looking at Pang Jun again: "And the cows, ghosts, gods and snakes."

Gao Yang and Qing Ling each held weapons and covered Officer Huang entering the ancestral hall.

The interior of the ancestral hall is also very ordinary. There is a built-in wall cabinet with a thin white sand curtain, which is filled with spiritual tablets. There is also a plaque hanging directly above the spiritual tablet, which reads four characters: Zu De Liu Fang.

In front of the altar is an altar with unburned candles, some incense remnants, and a few empty dishes holding sacrificial offerings.

"Gu Huawen, Gu Huawu... Gu Rongjie... Gu Changxue..." Wang Zikai illuminated the spiritual tablet with a flashlight and read from bottom to top.

"Stop reading it! Stop reading it!" Pang Jun quickly ran out of the mourning hall.

"Look at how coward you are!" Wang Zikai sneered.

"Brother Kai! There was a massacre here!" Pang Jun was scared and excited. "Then the whole village disappeared. Who knows what happened! These are all innocent souls. You call them by their names. Are you trying to recruit them here?!"

"When you say that, it reminds me of a movie I watched before." Wang Zikai touched his chin: "It seems to be called a village old corpse or a mountain village corpse. It tells a story about a fierce ghost who slaughtered the whole village..."

"Okay, stop talking." Gao Yang called to Wang Zikai. If he continued to talk, let alone Pang Jun, Gao Yang's scalp would go numb.

In fact, from the moment he walked into the ancestral hall, Gao Yang always felt that something was wrong, as if something was hiding in the darkness and staring at him.But when he turned on the system, the income from lucky points did not double, which showed that there was no danger approaching yet.

Gao Yang glanced at Officer Huang: "What should we do next?"

"What did White Rabbit say? The content of the assessment."

"Find the door with this key and go in and have a look." Qing Ling repeated the original words of the White Rabbit.

"Then we're done shopping. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get out..." Before Fat Jun could finish his words, his face suddenly turned pale, "What's the sound!"

"Sususu——Sususu——Susususu——"

For a moment, everyone heard the strange sound, as if there were countless thin snakes moving at high speed in the darkness of the ancestral hall.

"Oh my god! What a ghost..." Fat Jun ran out of the ancestral hall holding his head.

"Stop!" Gao Yang shouted, but it was too late.

"Swiss, swish -" Countless black hairs rushed out from the dry well in the center of the courtyard. Under the pale moonlight, they spread out like lush seaweed at the bottom of the lake, filling the entire ancestral hall courtyard. A second later, they rushed out quickly. Xiang Pangjun, in a blink of an eye, tied him into a black "human rice dumpling".

"Help..." Fat Jun's pupils widened and he stretched out his hand desperately towards Gao Yang.

That's too late.

(End of this chapter)