Chapter 815: Someone Else

Now that they have made each other's identities clear, there is no need for Liu Lang to hide them.

Although Ouyang Tuwei used to be in the Dark Witch Sect, he really practiced very little black witchcraft, but he couldn't get used to the practices of the Dark Witch Sect before.

Since the development of Tuwei Pictures, which he founded, Ouyang Tuwei has also been secretly following the recent situation of the Dark Witch Cult.

After knowing the various practices of the new sect leader, Ouyang Tuwei has been thinking about finding an opportunity to return to the Dark Witch Sect in order to wash away the impression of the Dark Witch Sect in the hearts of the world.

Unexpectedly, this time I accidentally ran into Liu Lang.

Ouyang Tuwei couldn't help but sigh again and again: "Providence, maybe this is Providence." ”

Ouyang Tuwei knew the rules of the sect, so naturally he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and said respectfully: "Sect Master, as for Lao Tian's beheading, I'm afraid someone wants to keep us here." ”

Liu Lang couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this, "Director Ouyang, what do you mean?" ”

Ouyang Tuwei swallowed hard and said in a deep voice: "Sect Master, I won't tell you, in fact, I came to make this movie this time with a little selfishness. ”

"Selfishness? What selfishness? ”

Ouyang Tuwei said: "Sect Master, when I first escaped from the Dark Witch Sect, I hid in this forest for a while, and it was during that time that a strange thing happened. ”

"Huh? What's the matter? ”

Liu Lang's curiosity was completely seduced at this time, and he couldn't help but ask.

Ouyang Tuwei said slowly: "That should be almost more than ten years ago, when I was afraid of being chased and killed by the people of the Black Witch Sect, I fled from the Yunnan-Guizhou region to the northeast, and then fled to this village. ”

Ouyang Tuwei seemed to be caught in a memory, and said slowly: When I came to this village at that time, it was similar to the current situation, and there were only more than ten families in total.

At that time, the villagers were all growing ginseng, and there would be a special convoy to transport the ginseng out here every year.

Because of this, many people in the village also became rich and slowly moved their homes to the city.

These are not much different from Du Zhong's sue to Liu Lang.

But Ouyang Tuwei didn't dare to contact too many people at all, so he only stayed in the village for one night and ran into the forest.

Ouyang Tuwei stayed on the edge of the old forest for more than three years, and only after feeling that the wind had passed, did he secretly run back again.

However, when he returned to the village again, Ouyang Tuwei was horrified to find that all the people in the village had died.

Liu Lang was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but exclaim: "What? He's dead? ”

Ouyang Tuwei nodded and said, "Yes, not only is it dead, but there are more than ten corpses, all arranged in a strange gossip shape." ”

"Gossip?"

"Yes, I was completely stupid at the time, I didn't dare to stay long, I ran out in one go, and I didn't even dare to turn my head back."

Liu Lang was silent for a while, and couldn't help but think of the ginseng field that had turned into a cemetery, and muttered: "Then why do you want to make a movie here again?" ”

Ouyang Tuwei seemed to know that Liu Lang was going to ask this question, and hurriedly said: "After I left the village, although my career is thriving and I have established a huge Tuwei Film Industry through hard work, I have always thought about this village in my heart, and I even have the same nightmare almost every night. I dreamed that all the people in the village had come to life, and I had to avenge them, and they said that they had died unjustly. ”

Liu Lang didn't say anything, but listened quietly.

Ouyang Tuwei continued: "So, this time I came back to make a movie, in fact, I just wanted to take the opportunity to see the situation in this village, I originally wanted to burn paper by the way, secretly overtake them, and let them stop pestering me, but, no, I didn't expect ......."

"What didn't you expect?"

Ouyang Tuwei's face was a little ugly, staring at Liu Lang in a daze, and said in a low voice: "In between filming, I secretly went to the venue to see it, and that participation site turned out to be a huge cemetery, and the order of the cemetery is exactly the same as the people in the village who died at the beginning." ”

"What? Same? ”

Ouyang Tuwei nodded heavily, and his voice trembled a little: "Yes, I just heard that there was a war in this place during the Anti-Japanese War, and tens of thousands of people died, but then the bones disappeared overnight, and those who survived all became crazy, I, I was thinking, those graves ......"

The expression on Liu Lang's face at this time was also extremely ugly, and he faintly felt what Ouyang Tuwei wanted to say.

If this were an ordinary person, I am afraid that they would not think of anything, but both of them knew that there were ghosts in this world, and they had even seen them with their own eyes, and they naturally believed in some ghost legends.

What's more, Liu Lang saw with his own eyes that the number of graves was too many to count.

Liu Lang stared at Ouyang Tuwei deadly, took a deep breath, and asked, "Director Ouyang, don't you want to say that those graves have actually been stored for a long time?" ”

Ouyang Tuwei was not half surprised at this time, but admired Liu Lang, nodded emphatically and said: "Sect Master, when I was in Wenhua Hall before, I knew a lot of Taoist secrets, and even many rumors. They say that every three hundred and thirty-three years, the gap between yin and yang will become extremely unstable, and many ghosts in the yin will appear in the yang world, so those graves ......"

Liu Lang understood what Ouyang Tuwei meant: "Are you worried that in fact, those graves have been there for a long time, but they were buried in the underworld, and now they are reappearing in people's sight?" ”

"Yes, but, for some reason, I always feel that the people who died in the village did not seem to be the cause of the undead, but someone else."

Ouyang Tuwei said a lot of things that Liu Lang knew, but when combined, Liu Lang couldn't help but be a little confused.

If those graves already existed, why did they appear recently?

Could it be that those graves are really buried with the souls of the dead in battle?

If it was really the undead, could it be that those people in the village were really killed by the undead?

As soon as Liu Lang thought of this, he immediately denied his thoughts again, and hurriedly asked, "Director Ouyang, when you saw the death of the people in the village, could you tell the time of their death?" ”

Ouyang Tuwei didn't seem to understand Liu Lang's thoughts, and said after a moment of silence: "At that time, the blood stains were not dry, and he should have just died." ”

"The blood hasn't dried?"

Liu Lang suddenly remembered the clay figure he had encountered in the cemetery, slapped his thigh, and suddenly said: "No, the people in the village should not have been killed by those undead, but someone else." ”

"Huh? Master, what do you mean? ”

Liu Lang's face was gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "In this world, there is a kind of summoning technique, which can summon some undead spirits, but it must be sacrificed with some living people. According to what you said, when the people in the village died, the site should still be a site, and it did not become a cemetery. Turning into a cemetery should be something later. ”

When Ouyang Tuwei heard this, he couldn't help but have some doubts, thought about it carefully, seemed to be a little abrupt, and nodded: "It seems that there were still a lot of farm tools in the village at that time, and it should be ready to go to the field to work." If it were to become a cemetery, they would not be able to work. ”

As soon as he said this, Ouyang Tuwei was suddenly shocked and stared at Liu Lang in horror: "What? Master, is there someone else who wants to leave us behind? ”