"Celebrate, of course celebrate." Mo Zhiyu followed his words and said, "For the sake of peace." ”

Then some villagers enthusiastically invited the two to dance, Mo Zhiyu only took Luo Bingqian to deal with it first, and this night's carnival seemed to make time pass quickly, until the village came to the sound of "dong dong" drums, and everyone immediately dispersed.

The village chief came over to pick up the two of them, and at the same time said, "It's almost dawn, let's go, go to my house to rest." The two followed the village chief back to his small courtyard with full doubts. The village chief's wife gave them a room very warmly, and said, "Let's make do with it tonight, and make you a bed for you." ”

Mo Zhiyu immediately said: "It's hard work." And tonight, they stayed there.

As soon as Mo Zhiyu sat down on the stool, the light outside the window went out in an instant, and the world returned to darkness. He wanted to light the lamp, but found that there was no light.

"It seems like no one has lived here for a long time, and it's all dust." Luo Bingqian stood next to the wooden bed and clapped her hands.

"That's right." Mo Zhiyu said with emotion, "It's a ghost." ”

Luo Bingqian hurriedly jumped and ran over, stared at him with a pair of big eyes in the dark, and whispered, "Just now let me stop saying it, and now you say it again?" ”

"Things have to be divided, Miss." Mo Zhiyu rubbed his eyebrows, "Haven't you heard of it?" Don't wake up the ghost in person. ”

As soon as his words fell, a bright light suddenly came in the crack of the window, and Mo Zhiyu immediately got up and opened the window, and the day was already bright.

"It's dawning so fast?" Luo Bingqian ran to the window to look outside, "There is no sign at all." ”

"This is not the real world at all, it is a beautiful world created for the ghosts of these battlefields." Mo Zhiyu opened the door and walked out, stepping into the sunlight outside, although under the sunshine, he didn't feel the warmth that should be, he looked up at the sky, the sun was not dazzling, so even the sunlight was fake, "They thought they didn't die, they thought they lived to peace." It's a dream that can't bear to be torn apart. ”

"Senior brother, why did you suddenly become literary and artistic? Isn't it time for us to think about a more important question? Luo Bingqian took a step back and tilted her head to look at him, "It's daytime, so where did they go?" ”

Mo Zhiyu looked down at her and smiled lightly: "Ghosts can't be seen, now of course I'm hiding and sleeping, look for it." ”

As he spoke, he beckoned to Mo Zhiyu and went to the main house first. The two of them rummaged through the house for a long time, but before they could find a single figure, they turned out the dust all over the room. Then they went to another room, and it seemed that all of a sudden the people had disappeared.

Mo Zhiyu was thinking about it, and Luo Bingqian suddenly shouted in the kitchen: "Senior brother, there is a tunnel here!" Mo Zhiyu immediately rushed over, and when he saw Luo Bingqian was about to enter the tunnel, he quickly stopped her and went down to explore first.

It was pitch black in the tunnel, there was no sunlight, and the cold was overwhelming. Mo Zhiyu immediately took out the Night Pearl and looked at it, and found that this space was not large, and there were two black things underneath.

Mo Zhiyu went down the stairs to the bottom, and at this time, the sunlight shone down from the entrance of the tunnel, and it happened to shine on the black end of one of them, and Mo Zhiyu clearly saw that this was a stone, a sarcophagus! Mo Zhiyu immediately held the Night Pearl to investigate another unknown object, and sure enough, it was also a sarcophagus.

"Senior brother, what did you find?" Luo Bingqian asked outside the tunnel, and immediately blocked the only sunlight.

"Two coffins found!" Mo Zhiyu shouted at it, and Luo Bingqian was immediately shocked and retracted her head. Mo Zhiyu immediately said: "You don't have to come down, stay outside, don't block the light at the entrance of the cave." Luo Bingqian let out an "oh" from above.

Then Mo Zhiyu took the night pearl, grabbed the sarcophagus in the sun with both hands, snorted lowly, and pushed hard, with a "boom" sound, the sarcophagus was pushed out of a gap by Mo Zhiyu, and Mo Zhiyu could clearly see the situation inside.

As expected, there was a man wearing a white mask and a sackcloth lying quietly inside, and he guessed that it was the village chief. Then next, he was going to find out, so he directly reached down and took off the village chief's mask.

The moment the mask was taken off, Mo Zhiyu saw a face that had been dead for an unknown amount of time, already completely grayish-white, with a deep wound, like a ravine, from the man's eyebrows to the corners of his mouth, and white bones were faintly visible in the flesh that had rotted for a long time.

This is what this man looked like when he died, right? The reason why the creators of the illusion set them to wear masks was because they didn't want them to know that they were dead, and that they were dying horribly.

Suddenly, the silent man opened his eyes, and his white eyeballs were instantly filled with blood, and the gray skin at the corners of his eyes was wrinkled layer by layer, like scales. He bared his fangs, exhaled a breath of decay, and stretched out his equally gray and wrinkled hand towards the ink delirium, as if he was about to leap up!

"Huh!" The man's head and body detached in an instant, and before he could get up, he fell back into the coffin. A large amount of foul-smelling black blood gushed out from the gap in the neck, and the black blood infected the sarcophagus, making a corrosive sound of "swish".

Mo Zhiyu covered his mouth and nose, shook off the black blood on the ink knife, and took a step back, fortunately he had been prepared. He was right, these people were zombies too. It's a pity that the zombies can't ask questions, so they can only be killed. So, he immediately opened another sarcophagus, and even the mask was no longer removed, and the body inside was directly separated.

Mo Zhiyu put away the ink knife, climbed back to the ground down the stairs, kicked the lid back on the tunnel, and then said to Luo Bingqian: "Lying in the coffin below are the village chief and his wife, and they are all zombies. ”

Luo Bingqian covered her mouth in surprise, and then said, "They were so normal last night. ”

"They forget that they are ghosts, and of course that's normal. But once the mask is removed, the ghost is still a ghost. Mo Zhiyu said lightly, "The other villagers should also be hiding in the cellar." ”

Luo Bingqian immediately asked, "Then are we going to kill zombies door to door now?" ”

Mo Zhiyu thought for a moment: "There were so many people last night, how long will it take to find this door-to-door search?" ”

He and Luo Bingqian counted the time, walked out of the kitchen, and suddenly looked up at the sky, the sun had reached the top, and it was noon? He instantly understood, and immediately said to Luo Bingqian: "It's too late, look at this sun, how long has it been, it's noon now, the time flow here is different from outside, we don't have time to kill all the zombies at all." ”