The years of reselling the haunted house

They seem to have come out of those wooden houses next to them. Could it be that they are the residents here?

I was full of questions, but I had no one to ask.

But everyone gathered on the same road, and they are all moving towards the same goal.

In this way, we can walk forward along the flow of people. The clothes on their bodies are the same as ours, and the few of us are also hidden in the crowd, so that it is even more difficult to be found.

We are also happy to maintain the current state and continue to move forward with the crowd.

At the beginning, there was only one road under our feet.But as we walked, the wooden houses on both sides gradually became scarce.

We seem to have walked into an empty field.

And the living dead gathered from all directions, all concentrated in this empty field.

At this time, countless torches were lit around the square.The fire was shining brightly, illuminating the surroundings brightly.I peeked and found a tall stone platform right in front of us.

The stone platform is made of some bluestones, and it is five or six meters high.

In front of the bluestone platform, there seemed to be many people in black clothes standing.Those people are obviously not the same kind of people as those gathered from all directions.

Not only did they have uniform clothing, but they also stood in an orderly manner.It looks like it has been trained.

And our large group of people is more like a mob, standing in a mess, all gathered together, without any rules at all.

But there was one thing, so many people stood together, except for the sound of footsteps, no one spoke.

Everyone waited quietly, not knowing what they were waiting for.

And the few of us, surrounded by these crowds, have already ceased to form a queue.This is something we had never thought of before.

We had no choice but to squeeze desperately in the crowd, so as not to be completely washed away, because our clothes were almost the same, and in the end, I could only see the black figure of old man Zhang pretending to be, because his clothes were here Still relatively conspicuous in the crowd.

Everyone was crowded together, and I also paid attention to those people next to me.

These people are old and young, male and female.They didn't have any communication with each other, they all looked in the direction of Qingshitai.

I thought to myself, are these people villagers from nearby villages who come here to seek longevity?Why did they all become like this living dead?

Looking at them, they all seem to be stupid. Although they are better than the kind of living dead we pretended to be, they are all listless.

As a normal person, communication is an essential part of human behavior.But these people not only have no intention of communicating, but also completely ignore each other.The only thing in his eyes is the bluestone platform.

Obviously, they all came to Qingshitai.

To prove it, I quietly stretched out my hand and shook it in front of the eyes of a strong man next to me.

This time it may have blocked his view of Qingshitai, he suddenly became annoyed, and turned to stare at me.

His eyes were all bloodshot, even on his eyeballs.

Those eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of blood-red mesh, very scary.

He stared at me like he was going to eat me.

This shocked me so much that I quickly pulled my hand back.

Fortunately, that guy didn't continue to stare at me, but quickly turned his gaze to Qingshitai.I noticed that as his gaze turned, there was a reverent look in his eyes, which was completely different from the energy when he glared at me just now.

And the expressions of the people next to him were the same as his.

From this I conclude that these people are not living dead without thought or consciousness.To put it bluntly, they are human beings, not corpses.

Because I have seen too many corpses of all kinds, including living corpses, zombies and so on.These corpses are quite special, they are often able to move freely, but this kind of action is mostly due to the instinct of animal attributes.Because their physical bodies are already dead, the changes in their eyes are basically invisible.

But these people who came out of the wooden house were not like this.They waited devoutly in this empty field, the eagerness in their eyes, like a group of pigs waiting to be fed.

At this time, the bell that I had heard before sounded again.

"Boom..." The dull bell echoed over the square.

As the bell rang, the crowd of onlookers became agitated again in an instant.

The so-called restlessness, they still didn't make a sound from their mouths, but their bodies seemed restless, twisted, and stretched their necks as far as possible, facing the direction of the bluestone platform.

At this time, they are not like pigs, but more like chickens waiting to be eaten.

I saw this situation, and it felt like they had been trained to arouse their instincts when they heard the bell.It's like there are many captive livestock and poultry, and whenever they hear the signal to eat, they will flock to them no matter where they are.

Chapter 777

These people in the square are no different from the performance of those livestock and poultry.

I am also more curious about what makes these people so devout and persistent.

So I also stretched my neck, tiptoed, and looked as far ahead as possible.

At this time, the moonlight and the light of the surrounding torches illuminated the bluestone platform very brightly.When I was looking there, I suddenly found a figure appeared in the distance above the bluestone platform.

The figure was very small, not perpendicular to the bluestone platform, but relatively close to the green hills in the distance.Behind the figure's head, there is also a halo.

Due to the distance, I couldn't see the man's face clearly. With the light from the halo behind his head, I could only see that he seemed to be wearing a white robe.

When this figure suddenly appeared, the people around me fell to their knees as if they had received a unified order.

This action came so suddenly that I didn't react at all.

Just when I noticed that the people next to me were kneeling down, I suddenly felt the knee joints of my two legs being kicked or bumped from behind.

I didn't respond to this, and as soon as my knees softened, I knelt down with those people.

"Damn it. Who is this?" I cursed in my heart, subconsciously looking back.

I thought it was Ouyang or Old Zhang who did it, but when I turned around, I found that there were no figures of them behind me, all of them were those who worshiped devoutly.

If they didn't do it, who could it be?

I took a closer look at the man behind me, who was bowing respectfully on the ground, his eyes only staring in the direction of the bluestone platform, it must not be him who did it.

I looked suspiciously at the people next to me, none of them had time to talk to me.

I turned around in surprise, only to find something even worse.

I was hit on the leg and fell to my knees.But the black impermanence that Old Zhang pretended to be, the living dead that Ouyang pretended to be, and the living dead who followed Old Zhang to this place did not kneel down.

As a result, the dark crowd fell to their knees, but the three of them stood alone on the spot.This time they are completely exposed.

In fact, the three of them are not too far away from me, but they were squeezed away when there were too many people just now.

This made me very nervous. At this time, I saw those men in black on the edge of Qingshitai, and one of them waved at Heiwuchang, that is, the old man Zhang.

The old man Zhang had no choice but to bite the bullet and shake the Soul Haunting Banner in his hand, and walked towards the bluestone platform step by step from the kneeling crowd.

Following the shaking of the Haunting Banner, the living dead man followed Old Zhang and walked over.

The path he took was exactly the same as that of old man Zhang.That is to say, he walked in the footsteps of old man Zhang, so that he could also avoid those people kneeling on the ground.

Ouyang turned his head slightly, but didn't dare to make too much movement.

Because the situation is unknown at this time, revealing our identity will undoubtedly bring us more trouble.

He should be looking for me, but I'm kneeling in the crowd, so he shouldn't be able to see me.Moreover, the old man Zhang and the living dead man had already moved forward, so he didn't dare to stay longer.

Ouyang or also walked out from the crowd following the living dead man.

At this time, my heart was in my throat, and I didn't know what would happen after they walked past.

Are they going to keep pretending?Will the disguised identity be exposed?After being exposed, how should they respond?Is it a fight?or run?

Due to the sudden incident, we didn't have time to discuss this series of question marks, so we could only play by ear.And now that I have knelt down, I decided to stay the same and hide what I was saying first.

Just like that, I watched them walk up to the row of men in black.

Among them, the man in black who waved to them walked over to meet Old Man Zhang.

My heart also became tense, and it is estimated that Old Zhang's heart will be even more tense.

Unexpectedly, the man in black walked up to Old Man Zhang, saluted Old Man Zhang, and then stretched out his hand, as if he wanted Old Man Zhang to follow him.

This is also beyond our expectations. The only reasonable explanation is that the identity of the black impermanence that Old Zhang pretends to be is higher than that of the man in black.

And the man in black wanted to lead the old man Zhang and Ouyang or the living dead to another place.

I secretly groaned in my heart, and in this way, I was completely separated from them, and there was no way to respond to each other if anything happened.

I don't know if I escaped a blessing or a curse after I fell to my knees.

I sneaked a look behind me again, and the person who kicked me down still didn't show up, and I don't know if he was kind or malicious.

What is certain is that my identity must have been seen by him.

But thinking about it carefully, he still mostly helped me.Because if he wants to harm me, he can just stand up and expose me. Why bother, is he trying to play a game before killing me like a cat catching a mouse?

I was completely ignorant here, and when I looked at Ouyang or them again, led by the man in black, they also disappeared from sight, and I don't know where they were taken.The three of us managed to get here, and we got separated again.

But the two of them are together, and I'm not worried about their safety.With the two of them teaming up, even Hei Wuchang is no match, so I believe there should be no accidents between them.

On my side, I don't know what to do next.

I really want to find out the person who attacked me behind the scenes. Obviously, he is different from the other group of people, and he should also be hidden in this group of people.So although I don't know whether he is an enemy or a friend, the same experience may allow us to communicate more.

But this person doesn't seem to want to show his face. With so many people, he wants to hide himself. It is impossible for me to find him out.

But at this time, another bell rang, turning my gaze back to Qingshitai.

I was shocked to find that the figure in the white robe that was originally above the blue stone platform was getting bigger and clearer.

The group of undead people around me propped their hands on the ground one after another, raised their heads, and opened their mouths to the man in mid-air, saying "Ah...".

Although it is the sound of ah, I am sure that this is not a language, but a sound that can be made from the throat of animals.

There was a hoarseness in their voices, and their demeanor was more reverent.

I looked at the figure above the bluestone platform again, and finally realized that it wasn't that the figure was getting bigger, but that he was getting closer and closer to us.

The figure with fluttering clothes and a halo floated down from the mountain like a fairy.

Chapter 778

My heart skipped a beat, I remembered old man Zhang said that he once saw immortals flying down from the nearby mountain and preaching scriptures to the nearby villagers.

At that time, we all sneered at this, and the same sentence, we would rather believe that there are ghosts in this world than believe that there are any gods.

But what happened in front of my eyes made me shake.

The man in white robe floated down from the top of the mountain, and with the halo behind his head, it was like a fairy descending from the mortal world.

And it seems that the target of his descent to earth is that blue stone platform.

As the fairy approached, the hoarse voices from the throats of those around me intensified.They also began to bow down to the white-robed fairy non-stop.

They all knocked their heads on the ground and made bang bang noises.

I was terrified looking at it, are their heads made of stone?Doesn't it hurt at all?

In order to hide myself, I also had to imitate them and kowtow to the ground, but my head is made of meat, and I dare not grab the ground with my head.

From time to time, I secretly observed the man in white robe.

At this time, he floated down from the top of the mountain and stood floating on the bluestone platform.

The night wind blows his white robe, and I noticed that his complexion is ruddy, and there are three long beards under his chin. He is really immortal, like a fairy.

When the fairy arrived on the Qingshi platform, the men in black beside him also knelt down and bowed three times.

The immortal raised his hand, and everyone present stopped prostrating and stared at him devoutly.

I quickly stopped my movements and imitated them to look at the fairy.

At this point, there was not much fear in my heart, it was all curiosity.

I couldn't believe what kind of fairy I was seeing, but I couldn't explain what I saw.The distant mountain is a long way from here, and it is in mid-air.How could this person float down from the top of the mountain without wings?

But if he wasn't a fairy, how could such a large group of people worship him, be so devout to him, and even have a feeling of hunger and thirst.It seems that without this fairy, it would be difficult for them to survive.

I looked at the so-called immortal in white robe, standing alone on the bluestone platform, full of momentum.His gestures are affecting the reactions of these people below.

As soon as he raised his hand, everyone who was prostrating stopped.

And that immortal, like a king on tour, looked around the crowd.

I quickly lowered my head, lest he would see my flaws.In fact, I estimated that our side is tens of meters away from the Qingshi Terrace, and there are as many as 300 to [-] people kneeling down here. If I hide inside, the chance of being discovered is very small.

After the man looked around, he didn't seem to find anything unusual.