Weird Talker

Chapter 557
Strange, cold, impassable village, and a woman with a strange attitude.

Outside the cabin, the wind was blowing.

Soon, Qin Manjiang also felt cold.

This place is indeed weird, it is obviously not snowing, but it is so cold that people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

Fortunately, the two village women who went to get the quilt came back about 5 minutes later, and kindly brought an extra set of clothes for the woman.

Qin Manjiang turned his back to make the bed, and the woman also put on a serious winter coat.

As soon as it was finished here, there was a sudden noise in the village.

"There's a ghost!"

"There's a ghost!"

The scream was shrill, and Qin Manjiang raised his eyebrows. He has seen a lot of strange stories and been to many evil places.

This is the first time I have heard the fanfare calling for ghosts.

The two village women were also full of fear and ran away.

Seeing this, Qin Manjiang rushed out of the cabin behind the Guanyin statue and ran towards the place where the sound came from.

Along the way, the young and strong men in the village also rushed out, armed with sticks and knives, and rushed towards the place where the screams came from.

Qin Manjiang's heart skipped a beat when he saw it. It seemed that the people in this village had seen a ghost for the first time?

Soon, a group of old and young in the village surrounded an old house.

Now it will be late but not too late, and the sky will be dark, just like five o'clock to six o'clock.

Under the hazy sky, the lights were on in the room, and the shadows of the lights were shaking. Two figures were reflected on the window, one of them was struggling and screaming crazily.

"what!!!!!"

The screams were horrifying, and none of the people surrounding the old house dared to step forward, while Qin Manjiang stared at the shadow reflected on the window, one person and one ghost.

The shouting stopped abruptly, and the two shadows reflected on the window also disappeared at the same time.

Creepy chewing sounds could be faintly heard in the house.

The old village chief came late with a cigarette stick, and his already dark face turned darker when he saw this.

"Break the door!"

Following his order, the young men in the village looked at me and I looked at you, and they slammed into the wooden door with all their courage.

With a bang, the door opened.

The moment the door opened, there was a series of terrified screams, and the crowd outside the house, looking in, backed away with a "wow--".

I saw blood flowing all over the floor in the wooden house, a skinny white ghost squatting on the ground, bent down and gnawed on a corpse.

Its mouth full of fangs kept opening and closing. The still-dead male villager stretched out his hand and looked at the crowd outside in despair. Blood was foaming from his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

This naked white ghost has already ripped him apart and is eating his internal organs.

The movement of knocking open the door didn't seem to disturb it at all. Its two eyeballs, which occupied nearly a third of its huge head, were scarlet. The intestines were chewed into the stomach with a "puff puff puff".

The young man by the door was so frightened that he was at a loss, dropped his stick and knife, and ran back scrambling.

Qin Manjiang also had a warning sign in his heart, and retreated into the crowd again and again.

This is by far the most blatant ghost he has ever seen. Not only did it appear in front of the crowd, it even completely treated humans as nothing.

"dad!"

A young man screamed and rushed into the house.

"Hold him!"

The old village chief hurriedly ordered.

But now his words are not so useful. The surrounding villagers are both curious and afraid. How can anyone listen to him?
The young man rushed in with red eyes, seeing his father being disemboweled by the ghost, pressed to the ground and eaten his intestines, who could stand still?
But as soon as he rushed in, the people outside the door saw a head flying out before they saw any movement.

"Plop—" it fell to the ground with a sound, and rolled around several times in resignation.

Looking up, the headless body of the young man inside the door frame was standing upright, blood fountains shot up from the neck, and the door frame was stained red in the blink of an eye.

This time, everyone was so frightened that they were in a hurry, and they no longer dared to watch the excitement. They turned around and fled to their own homes. The old village chief shouted with an extremely ugly face:

"Don't run!"

"Don't run!"

But whose ears can still hear the words now?
Qin Manjiang also took advantage of the chaos and fled immediately.

Under the dark sky, only sporadic screams and chewing sounds can be heard reverberating...

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When she ran back to the Guanyin Temple, the woman was wrapped in a dusty padded jacket, and she happened to be sitting on the "bed" leisurely, really looking like a wife who was waiting for her husband to come home.

Qin Manjiang immediately locked the door, pulled her to lift the quilt, and hid in the quilt.

Running this way, he saw that the entire Guanyin Village was doing the same thing.

First, the lamps were blown and the wax was pulled out, without leaving a trace of light, and then they went to bed wrapped in quilts. The doors of every house were closed tightly, and there was no sound at all.

When he passed by just now, he discovered that this village was definitely not haunted for the first time.

Therefore, he has been consciously observing what the villagers are doing.

Right now, there is not enough information, so he can only "copy homework". He will do what other people in the village do.

After three to five minutes, the whole village was silent.

It was also dark outside, and apart from the whistling wind, Qin Manjiang who was hiding under the blanket heard another sound.

It wasn't the woman's breathing. Her breathing was so soft that it was barely audible.

He just heard the sound of "da da da" running.

At this time, there was indeed a person in the center of the village.

It was a widowed old man, there was no one else at home, he came out to check the situation after hearing the cry, because he was afraid that his things would be stolen when he was not at home, so he packed all the food at home, dry pancakes, cold steamed buns, etc., in a cloth In the bag, carry them out together.

During the chaos just now, his "package" containing food was squeezed out.

The pancakes were okay, they were picked up after falling on the ground twice, but those cold steamed buns were dying, rolling out of the bag one by one, rolling farther and farther on the slippery, cold and icy road .

The old man hurriedly chased after him. First he fell, and after finally getting up, several steamed buns had already rolled away without a trace.

The scary ghost also ran out of the house. The old man was so frightened that he was sweating, his back was frozen through when he got wet, his eyebrows were covered with frost, and even some ice particles hung on his sparse white beard.

He didn't dare to eat anymore, so he ran home panting heavily, and the breath he let out hit his face as he ran, and covered the broken leather hat with hoarfrost.

The heavy footsteps Qin Manjiang heard belonged to the old man.

At this moment, the old man was in front of the Guanyin statue.

And Qin Manjiang and this woman are in the Guanyin Temple behind the Guanyin statue.

The old man didn't seem to be able to run anymore. When he turned his head, he saw a pale ghost with a head wider than his shoulders chasing towards him.

Frightened and desperate, he knelt down in front of the Avalokitesvara statue, clasped his hands together tremblingly, and begged:

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva... help me!"

(The third one will be posted around a little later)

(End of this chapter)