Chapter 623 The Desert Village Under the Moon


    Wu Xian stepped into a small path.


    There are lush forests on both sides of the road. Before the disaster occurred, it must be lush and full of vitality. It must be quite comfortable to walk on the road while stepping on the leaves.


    But now all the trees have no leaves, the growth trend of branches is twisted and weird, and there are inches of spikes growing on it, which is simply a terrifying forest of thorns.


    It was fine to get closer to the intersection. The more you walked in, the better the growth of these trees, and even half-sealed the road. Wu Xian could only carefully penetrate the gap.


    Tear!


    The sound of the clothes ruptured came, and the clothes on Wu Xian’s shoulder were torn by spikes.


    There were spikes around, and rash actions would only cause more injuries. Therefore, Wu Xian maintained his posture and turned his head slightly, and saw that there was an extra wound on his shoulder.


    The wound was not deep but some blood was bleeding, but Wu Xian felt no pain at all.


    "It seems that there should be toxins similar to anesthetics on these spikes. If you pierce in one head until you are stabbed to death by the spike, you may not feel any pain..."


    After realizing this, Wu Xian was even more careful in his actions.


    After walking for a while, the bushes were so dense that they could not be easily passed through, so Wu Xian broke a slightly flat branch and pulled out the spikes on it to whip the thorny branches.


    The good news is that these branches are brittle and will break if you hit hard.


    The bad news is that whenever the branches break, a large amount of blood-like things will be sprayed out. These liquids will be inseparable and will soon cover Wu Xian''s body.


    But Wu Xian has been protecting his face all the time.


    In this dream, the most important thing is face. He must always be alert to the ghost-faced man "painting" on his face.


    After moving forward for a while, Wu Xian saw a village. A hint of joy appeared on his face. He was about to speed up his progress and went to the village to take a look, but suddenly he felt a chill in his neck.


    call…


    Something was blowing into his neck!


    The only living creatures in this dream should be Wu Xian and the ghost-faced man, so there is almost no need to guess who the blowing thing is.


    Wu Xian stood for two seconds, suddenly turned his head and saw the strange face facing him, less than ten centimeters away, and he was still smiling at him!


    Faced with this situation, Wu Xian was not panicked, and he immediately took a deep breath.


    The ghost-faced man kept a strange smile and quickly squatted on the ground when Wu Xian spoke. He had seen Wu Xian''s foul breath, so how could he get the same move again?


    However, what Wu Xian vomited this time was not a breath, but a saliva!


    The saliva with the filthy power fell on the ghost-faced man below. The filthy power made the ghost-faced man feel uncomfortable and couldn''t help but twitch.


    Wu Xian took this opportunity and took out a needle tube, stabbed it into the ghost-faced man''s body, and injected a tube of black dog blood into it!


    Scream, Scream!


    The ghost-faced man let out a low scream, as if there was a subwoofer hidden in his throat, white smoke coming out of his body, rolling on the ground.


    This thing is a evil spirit summoned by the envoy from Wu Xian''s world, with the purpose of transforming the lost people into evil spirits.


    For ordinary people who lost their hometown, the evil spirits that come from themselves are desperate existences that cannot resist. But Wu Xian is not an ordinary people who lost their hometown, and he is also a relative who has experienced multiple blessed places!


    To deal with such a thing that is not even a big lover, it is simply a handful of pinching. However, Wu Xian doesn''t want to kill him yet, because the dream of killing him may end. Therefore, Wu Xian launched another invasion, stepped on the ghost-faced man''s face, and then protected his head and waved it randomly. The stick rushed towards the thorn bushes.


    This move gave Wu Xian a lot of small wounds on his body, but it also saved him too much time. He stayed there and moved forward slowly, and would be entangled by the ghost-faced man, so he would not have stopped.


    The ghost-faced man with white smoke on his body stopped after seeing Wu Xian running out of the thorny jungle and stared at him with a cold look.


    It seems that this evil spirit also has a range of activities.


    After walking out of the jungle, Wu Xian stopped.


    In front of me is a village that is soaked in dark red curtains. The eaves collapsed, the walls were cracked, blood was dripping from the air conditioner, and strange moss like blood vessels crawling on the car. Two people standing in the livestock shed near the entrance of the village were already dry corpse of scalpers.


    On the flat ground at the entrance of the village, there was a stage that was a bit crowded, and all the members of the troupe stood on the stage, maintaining the posture of singing.


    "These troupe members should be the group of people who forced the ghost-faced man to paint ghost faces. They also served as sacrifices to others..."


    "Well, they at least left the whole body."


    If you look closely, you will find that the members of these troupes have dried blood under their feet, and something pierced the bodies, fixing their postures.


    No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!


    Wu Xian did not go to the stage to take a closer look, because he found that there were obviously several empty seats on the stage. Those empty seats should have been hidden evil spirits, but for some reason, they did not appear in this dream.


    But this does not mean that the stage is safe. What is not in the dream is just evil spirits. The traps arranged by some evil spirits may still exist.


    In the end, Wu Xian just picked up a flower gun next to the stage to explore the way and continued to search in the village.


    There are no living people in the entire village. On the ground and walls, you can occasionally see some scratches. Looking at those traces, Wu Xian could almost imagine how these people struggled when they died...


    He pushed open a few doors and found that there was a tombstone in the room of each door and every household. The tombstone was not made of stone or wood, but was made by a man. The whole person was squeezed into the shape of a tombstone. The spikes are fixed to the ground...


    As for the remaining members of the family, they all die in their own ways, lying, hanging, buried, and broken...


    It seems that the attack on the village should be a group of evil spirits, but among these evil spirits, one has absolute authority. Only after he makes a tombstone can the other evil spirits take action.


    But what Wu Xian wants to know is not this. What he wants is text or picture information that can tell him what happened in this world!


    Wu Xian is looking for newspapers and mobile phones in the entire village, but the villagers here do not have the habit of subscribing to newspapers, and their mobile phones cannot be turned on. The radio room and the village chief''s room are filled with **** slime molds, which are completely unavailable. Any useful intelligence.


    In the second half of the search, Wu Xian suddenly noticed that there was a yard that was completely different from other places.


    Wu Xian said to himself in a little surprised: "It seems that there are still some smart people in this village..."


    This yard looks much more tragic than other places. The walls are covered with blood. In the middle of the yard are rotten pieces of meat, and there are white bones nailed to the ground on the ground.


    But Wu Xian could see at a glance that these things were not created by evil spirits, but were illusions set up by humans!


    Perhaps the owner of this family discovered abnormal signs early, so he made preparations in advance, and finally used these arrangements to hide from the evil spirits and survived the early stages of the disaster...


    So Wu Xian stepped into the house with anticipation and found a hidden cellar in the utility room on the first floor.


    In the cellar, I found a diary and opened it to read it.


    (End of this chapter)