Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Ye Jianguo's hands, clad in red and black gauntlets, gripped the village chief's tongue like hydraulic clamps.

"Fellow villager, confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely."

Ye Jianguo spoke sincerely, but his grip on the village chief's hand remained firm, and he even shook it rhythmically, making the village chief swing like a wind chime. "As long as you say the word, we will never make things difficult for the old man."

Chen Hua watched from the side, tapping his palm with the baton in his hand, making a snapping sound, clearly ready for a mixed doubles match.

The village chief's two cloudy eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, and it opened its mouth wide, making gurgling bubbling sounds.

"It seems the village chief is quite stubborn."

Da Lu poked his head out, his face full of admiration. "Not uttering a sound, is this what backbone is?"

Lu Dan leaned against the coffin and couldn't help rubbing his temples: "Is it possible that he didn't not want to talk, but simply couldn't speak?"

Ye Jianguo was taken aback, and his grip loosened slightly.

The village chief immediately seized the opportunity and was about to roar to summon the army of villagers outside when an extremely cold, yin energy clung to the back of his head.

Lu Dan had somehow appeared behind him, black energy surging from his left ankle: "Since you don't want to talk about it, then don't. There's a lady here who's hungry."

The black mist transformed into a gigantic maw of abyss, instantly engulfing the entire village chief.

Before the village chief could even scream, he was transformed into a wisp of pure energy within seconds and absorbed into Lu Dan's ankle.

"belch--"

A satisfied burp echoed in Lu Dan's mind, accompanied by a coquettish remark: "That old cured meat got stuck in my teeth..."

With the source of the noise eliminated, the mourning hall returned to its deathly silence.

The group didn't sit idle either; they immediately began rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

Lu Dan's goal was clear; he went straight to the small, square box inside the coffin.

The box felt slightly heavy in my hand, and still carried a trace of lingering warmth.

Lu Dan took a deep breath, lifted the lid of the box, and light and shadow flowed like ripples on water, revealing an image.

The scene depicts a bright, sunny day, with another Lu Dan crouching under a tree, his expression sly.

He stretched out his hand and used a twig to write a line of large characters on the ground:

Stop looking, my eyes are on you.

The image freezes, then disappears.

Several heads huddled together, staring at the empty box, a row of question marks appearing above their heads.

Da Lu scratched his head: "What do you mean?"

"No!" Lu Dan's pupils contracted sharply, as if a bolt of lightning had cleaved through the fog in his mind. "It's here...it's here!" he muttered to himself, then looked sharply toward the entrance to the tunnel.

There was no time to explain. Lu Dan didn't even have time to say another word before turning around and darting back into the secret passage under the coffin.

"I have a plan. You guys hold this place."

The sound still echoed in the mourning hall, but the person had already disappeared into the deep cave entrance.

Ye Jianguo reacted the fastest, shoving the dazed Da Lu towards the cave entrance: "Da Lu, keep an eye on him!"

"Huh? Me?" Da Lu pointed to his nose, looking at the dark cave entrance with a bitter expression. "It's me again?"

Ye Jianguo remained silent, simply staring at him.

"Alright!" Da Lu plunged headfirst into the tunnel.

The tunnel was cold and damp. Da Lu was panting heavily, and Lu Dan's figure was faintly visible ahead of him. He was running faster than if he were being reincarnated.

"Adan, wait for me! What do you know?"

"You'll know when we get there." Lu Dan didn't turn his head, his voice filled with madness.

The two rushed out of the tunnel one after the other, and a cold wind mixed with the stench of waste oil hit them—the ruins of the temple halfway up the mountain had arrived.

Lu Dan ignored the fat man behind him and plunged into the edge of the waste oil pool, grabbing directly at the headless corpse curled up in charcoal.

"Adan, slow down!" Da Lu had just crawled out of the cave and was trying to straighten up to catch his breath when he felt a weight on his neck; the familiar pressure returned. "Here we go again!"

Da Lu's heart skipped a beat. This time he had learned his lesson—he also had an armory!

Without thinking, he pulled a ceramic jar with talismans drawn on it from his bag and pressed it against the back of his neck.

"Pfft."

A plume of black smoke billowed out, and the weight on my neck vanished instantly.

When Da Lu turned around, he saw a headless little man, about the size of a palm and dressed in a miniature theatrical costume, being thrown by the force of the pottery jar and rolling twice in the pile of rubble.

Before he could even catch his breath, countless pale lights suddenly shone in the surrounding darkness.

"Shhh—"

The sound of countless miniature headless gods crawling arose, densely packed and overwhelming.

On the ruins of the temple, on the broken walls, and even on the treetops, there were small monsters with headless necks swaying about.

"My God!" Da Lu's hair stood on end. He sprang to his feet and sprinted towards Lu Dan, who was standing by the waste oil pool, yelling, "Dan, stop touching me! Run!"

However, Lu Dan by the pool paid no heed to this. His hands turned pitch black as he frantically groped inside the zombie's carbonized abdominal cavity.

The fingers touched the brittle bones and shriveled internal organs, but did not find any hard, round spheres.

No? How could there be no one?

Cold sweat beaded on Lu Dan's forehead, and his eyes gradually became anxious.

Was the deduction wrong? Or does "with me" not refer to the corpse?

The rustling sound behind him had turned into a tsunami-like buzzing as countless miniature headless corpses surged up like a swarm of white ants, less than two meters from Da Lu's buttocks.

"Adan, they're about to have their feast!"

Da Lu rushed to Lu Dan's side with a sob in his voice.

On the brink of life and death, Lu Dan raised his head, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "If you can't find them, then take them all! Roommate, get out there and get to work!"

He roared in his mind.

"Too much, it can't all come out, unless..." The charming voice carried a hint of mockery, "Give me your body."

Lu Dan glanced at the few small monsters that had already jumped onto Da Lu's shoulders, gritted his teeth, and said, "Here you go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely domineering and chilling power instantly took over Lu Dan's central nervous system.

"hiss!"

Lu Dan raised his head and let out a shriek.

Under Da Lu's horrified gaze, Lu Dan's tattered and rustic cotton-padded jacket transformed into a blood-red dress under the twisting yin energy. Her sharp eyes became alluring yet cruel, and the white monsters covering the mountains and fields were reflected in her scarlet pupils.

"What a feast we haven't seen in so long!"

Lu Dan, dressed in women's clothing, smirked and grabbed the terrified Da Lu beside him with one hand: "Go take a shower, Fatty."

Before Da Lu could react, he was thrown into the waste oil pool.

"Cough cough cough! You son of a bitch, Ah Dan!"

Da Lu popped his head out of the oil pool, wiped the black oil off his face, and coughed violently from the fumes.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, the curse got stuck in his throat.

The shore had become a one-sided massacre, with red dresses billowing and black hair dancing wildly.

Lu Dan in female attire was like a meat grinder rushing into the white, monstrous tide, grabbing, tearing, and devouring.

Those miniature headless gods that terrified Da Lu were like crunchy Doritos in her hands, one bite at a time, and she ate them with great relish.

"Hehehehe!" The shrill laughter echoed in the night sky.

But this buffet could not be enjoyed for too long, because a deafening roar of an earthquake could be heard from the distant mountains and forests—this guy had merged.

The woman dressed as Lu Dan clearly realized this as well. She licked her lips with lingering satisfaction and turned to look at Da Lu, whose head was the only part of his body sticking out of the oil pool: "Hey, you fatso."

The woman's voice was languid and imperious: "What are you still doing soaking in the water?" She pointed to the headless corpse on the shore, "Carry him up."

"Huh? Hug?" Da Lu looked at the dark thing and felt reluctant.

"I'll carry you, or I'll turn you into a corpse and carry you away with me."

"Can't I just carry you?"

Da Lu scrambled ashore, enduring the nausea, and hoisted the corpse onto his shoulder, his face instantly covered in black ash.

"Walk!"

Lu Dan, dressed as a woman, grabbed Da Lu's other arm, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and rushed towards the village at the foot of the mountain like a red meteor.

The wind howled, and Da Lu, carrying the corpse, was on the verge of tears.