Chapter 134 Out of the Cage

The development of events seemed to be slowly deviating towards an uncontrollable direction, at least, Zhou Ze hadn't been mentally prepared for this at the beginning.

The state that the little girl displayed in his bookstore was something Zhou Ze hadn't expected at all. The people in this village...

No,

The ghosts in this village would actually turn out like this.

He was clearly here to save them, to deliver them from suffering,

But now they clearly regarded him as food.

The old man was hale and hearty, walking with the speed of wind. The way he wielded his hoe even had a touch of Chen Yaojin's signature "three axe blows."

And the little girl's braids flew back, her face twisted, her speed swift, her shrieks continuous.

This was the behavior of a fierce ghost; ordinary spirits couldn't do this.

Right now,

The old man was pouncing on Zhou Ze,

While the little one was pouncing on the monkey.

The monkey first brandished its plastic toy hammer, but seeing the fierce ghost coming, it immediately stood behind Zhou Ze.

Following one's heart,

Was a kind of faith,

And had almost become a prevailing atmosphere in the bookstore,

Even animals were infected by it.

One had to know that the monkey had previously treated Zhou Ze with an indifferent and disdainful attitude, but at this moment, it quickly decided that the past would not be held against him.

Although things had changed and the script seemed to have been taken wrong,

Zhou Ze wasn't so easily frightened by two fierce ghosts.

Immediately, he stepped forward, his fingernails growing out, accompanied by wisps of black mist.

Now, with those two times of entering the near-death zombie state, Zhou Ze was becoming more and more adept at using his fingernails and the power they contained.

Compared to the initial fights where he would just scratch and claw like a shrew, it looked much better now.

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

When the black mist collided with the old man and the little girl, their movements seemed to have been put on slow motion, while Zhou Ze lightly and gracefully walked between them.

His clothes fluttered,

He strolled leisurely,

His two hands,

Slowly descended towards the tops of their heads,

Like an immortal bestowing blessings,

Everything was under control.

At this time, the only regret might be that the old Taoist hadn't come in; otherwise, the thoughtful old Taoist would definitely have helped him film this scene to be admired later.

Then he would silently smoke a cigarette, expressing indifference,

The unspoken meaning being: basic operation, sit down.

However, just as Zhou Ze's fingernails were about to pierce into the heads of this grandfather and granddaughter, about to declare the end of it all,

The old man and the little girl's bodies suddenly twisted, and then completely dissipated.

Their speed,

Was even faster than Little Loli's "biu"!

Zhou Ze's hands were still suspended in the air,

He had already struck a pose,

But the people who were supposed to cooperate with the performance had taken a break,

It was a little awkward.

Putting down his hands and turning around, Zhou Ze was stunned to find the figures of the grandfather and granddaughter reappearing on the path in the distance.

The grandfather carried a hoe and held his granddaughter's hand,

The old and the young seemed to have just returned from the fields,

Bringing a sense of happiness and contentment,

Like the "old and young, enjoying themselves" recorded in *The Peach Blossom Spring*.

The little monkey was also a bit confused; obviously, its monkey brain, no matter how much it was supplemented, couldn't understand what was happening now.

The old man and the young girl walked over again. The old man looked at Zhou Ze and asked curiously:

"Young man, where did you come from?"

"I don't know either." Zhou Ze shrugged.

Damn it,

This time, he really didn't know.

"Lost?" The old man was kind-hearted.

"I guess." Zhou Ze sighed.

"This is Sancun Village. It's not far from the city. If you follow this road south, you can enter the city." The old man kindly pointed the way.

The little girl played with the sugar figure in her hand. Her figure was a little thin, but she was still innocent and lovely.

The image of this grandfather and granddaughter was completely the opposite of their image of wanting to eat people just now.

"Okay, I understand." Zhou Ze nodded.

The grandfather and granddaughter walked into the village, talking and laughing.

Zhou Ze looked up at the sky. He hadn't noticed it before, but now he noticed that the moon in the sky seemed to have a slight blood-red glow around its edges.

Nine years ago, the first scene that the original poster experienced when he first came here should have been the same as what he had experienced the second time; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get out the first time he came in, and he wouldn't have been able to post.

But he said in his post that when he was walking in the village at night, every household was saying things like they were hungry and wanted to eat something. This meant that in fact, nine years ago, the "hunger" of this village had already begun to have problems.

And now, when he arrived nine years later, the problem had been further fermented and worsened.

From then on, if any more "fishermen" accidentally entered, they shouldn't be able to see the simple and honest Peach Blossom Spring anymore; they would only become the food for the many spirits in this village.

This place,

Was gradually becoming a fierce place.

Zhou Ze strode towards the village. He needed to walk around the village and take a look. At the very least, he needed to investigate what happened in this village under the major background of being massacred by the Japanese devils.

During the national crisis, countless innocent souls died. Why was this village the only one that had been preserved in such a bizarre way?

When things go wrong, there must be a demon.

The houses in the village were all made of mud and straw. Some of the families with better conditions would lay some tiles on the roof. This was the general level of housing in rural areas eighty years ago.

Zhou Ze remembered seeing similar houses in Tongcheng when he was a child, but those were people's ancestral homes and were no longer inhabited.

Every household had its own fenced yard, and they were all very neat, even a little too neat. Generally speaking, you could plant some scallions, ginger, garlic, or other small vegetables in the yard, but here the yards were barren and flat, without even a blade of grass.

An old woman was sitting on a small stool at the door, making cloth shoes with a needle and thread in her hand. She was doing it very seriously and attentively, but Zhou Ze could see from afar that the old woman was actually drooling while doing her needlework.

On the ground,

A large puddle had already accumulated.

This scene was quite strange.

The old woman was completely unaware, even though her saliva had already soaked the shoes in her hand, she still went her own way, immersed in her world.

Fortunately, when Zhou Ze and the little monkey walked past, she didn't look up. But Zhou Ze didn't dare to completely treat her as a passerby. Having the previous experience with the old man and the little girl, Zhou Ze knew that the people in this village might be overwhelmed by hunger at any time and directly turn into fierce ghosts.

There was a well in front of them. A woman in her thirties or forties was drawing water. The woman had a good figure. Although she was a bit rustic, she was considered a standard beauty in the countryside in that era.

Tall.

But when the woman turned around carrying the bucket, Zhou Ze saw that her mouth was full of a black mass, and she was chewing hard.

It was her hair,

She was tearing and swallowing her own hair while carrying water. She was very hungry, very hungry.

The old woman making cloth shoes raised her head, looked at the woman drawing water, and shouted:

"Dead widow, you still dress so gaudily after your man died..."

The woman called the widow didn't show weakness and shouted directly: "Old woman Cui, people aren't like you."

"Tch, you shameless thing, you only think about men all day long!"

"I do, I think about it every day. I wish all the men in the village would come to my bed tonight...

Fried,

Steamed,

Cold mixed,

Tsk tsk,

............"

As the widow spoke, she chewed her hair more vigorously,

And the old woman seemed to be moved by what she said, her saliva flowed even more, and her face was full of longing.

Zhou Ze walked past them. For some reason, these two women didn't seem to see him at all. But after Zhou Ze and the little monkey walked away,

The old woman and the widow suddenly slowly raised their heads and looked together in the direction that Zhou Ze had walked,

A burst of crimson appeared in their eyes.

The houses in front looked a little more grand. They had tiles on the roof and stone piers at the door, which meant that the family was well-off.

Zhou Ze walked into the courtyard. There was no one in the courtyard, but the smell of meat came from the kitchen. Zhou Ze walked over and reached out to lift the window panel.

Inside was a rural earthen stove,

A young man was putting firewood behind the stove, and the fire was burning very brightly.

But there was nothing in the pot, only a large pot of boiling water was constantly bubbling.

"Wife, the water is boiling, come quickly!"

The man shouted to the other side, he was a little impatient.

Like a newly married husband urging his wife to take a bath every night.

"Coming, coming, look at your impatient look!

I never see you work so hard on other things, but you're especially attentive to this."

The man ran out of the stove and hugged the woman, shouting:

"Quick, quick, quick."

"You wait."

The woman took off her clothes,

Seeming not to see that there was still someone standing by the window watching.

After the woman took off her clothes, she revealed a white and smooth back, but the woman's right arm had long turned red, like the pig's head meat sold at street food stalls.