Only the writings of the heavens will counterattack

Chapter 127
tread.

Under Afan's gaze, Jiang Fan and Mao Xiaofang walked forward at the same time.

"Strange, when did Master and Wencai get along so well?"

Afan who was at the back was stunned for a moment, the two had already gone away, and Afan was so frightened that he hurriedly ran forward.

"Master, why do you..."

Afan who ran over was stunned before he finished speaking.

There were still two wax figures standing in front of the three of them, bigger and more majestic than the two at the entrance of the village.

Two wax figures stood at the door, like security guards.

Especially those two pairs of eyes, piercing and majestic, more intimidating than ordinary security guards.

"This wax figure is too realistic." Ah Fan sighed again.

Squeak.

"A guest is coming, come in."

At this time, suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the door was sealed and blown open, revealing the tip of the iceberg of the house.

dim.

gloomy.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the crooked figure of an old man on the wall, making half of the wall dark.

It was the old man who spoke.

Walking into the lobby, it is a bit empty, except for tables and chairs, there are almost no other decorations.

"Old man, are you alone here?"

Mao Xiaofang asked cautiously.

Hearing Mao Xiaofang's voice, the rickety old man turned around slowly. His face was covered with wrinkles, like ravines, with distinct stripes, full of traces of time.

Seeing the three people, the old man's cloudy eyes brightened obviously, then faded for a moment, and Jiang Fan caught this scene, and he became more vigilant towards the old man.

"Yeah, everyone here has left."

The old man said slowly, with a little regret on his face, his eyes full of memories, and his expression became a little sad.

"Old man, what happened here, are you the only one left?"

Jiang Fan asked, his tone a bit stiff.

The old man didn't seem to recognize Jiang Fan's tone, turned around, walked slowly to the chair and sat down.

"Yeah, everyone here is dead."

As soon as these words came out, the three of Mao Xiaofang were shocked.

The old man said before that he was leaving, and the three of them thought that the villagers had left Lianhua Village, but they didn't expect that leaving in the old man's mouth meant death.

"Why did you die?" Mao Xiaofang stepped forward and asked.

The old man glanced at Mao Xiaofang, then at Jiang Fan, and then sighed deeply.

"This is a very long story." The old man said in a calm tone.

Jiang Fan replied without hesitation: "You can make a long story short."

"Young people, don't be so hasty. If you are frizzy and impulsive, it is easy to do wrong things. Once you do something wrong, it is too late to regret it.

One more thing, that is to speak politely to the elderly. "

The old man said a lot at once, although his tone was very slow, there was a bit of majesty in his words.

Jiang Fan pouted, but said nothing.

The old man did not continue to criticize Jiang Fan, but began to tell the three of them the whole story.

Lianhua Village originally had a large pond, which was named Lianhua Village because it is rich in lotus flowers.

People here live and work in peace and contentment, and live a good life by selling lotus flowers. However, the good times don't last long.

one day.

A very strange man came to the village. He was wearing very ancient clothes. I had never seen such clothes. There were black animals carved on them, mountains and water...

Moreover, this person's eyes are very sharp, no one can look into his eyes, and after looking at them, they will feel extremely painful eyes.

He is also very rich, and after paying a considerable amount of rent to the village chief, the village chief agreed to let him live.

Later, under the introduction of the village chief, we learned the other party's name, Zhao Huang.

Since this Zhao Huang came, people in the village often disappeared inexplicably.

Although Lianhua Village is lonely now, there used to be hundreds of families and thousands of people, and no one noticed that one or two people were missing.

It wasn't until more and more people disappeared that the village became tense, especially when the village chief's son also disappeared mysteriously, and the whole village began to be on guard.

Later, after people's investigation, it was found that almost all the missing people had been to Zhao Huang's house.

Zhao Huang has a craft, which is wax figures.

He can make lifelike and lifelike wax figures that are more realistic than real people, making it hard to tell the real from the fake.

A group of distressed villagers who knew the news went to Zhao Huang's home one after another. After Zhao Huang learned the news, he led everyone to see the missing people.

They were all made into wax figures.

"You mean, those wax figures at the entrance of the village are all made by real people?"

Hearing this, Ah Fan couldn't bear it any longer, and directly interrupted the old man's speech and asked.

The old man didn't care, and continued: "Don't worry, just listen to me."

Ah Fan shut up and let the old man continue talking.

The villagers who saw this scene were completely crazy. They took all kinds of weapons, first tied Zhao Huang up, and then destroyed Zhao Huang's house. Those suffering family members tortured Zhao Huang why they turned them into wax figures .

Zhao Huang replied: "They want to live forever."

So Zhao Huang satisfied their request, such an answer obviously could not satisfy everyone, they asked Zhao Huang to release these people immediately.

But people have already been made into wax figures, and it is impossible to become a living person again. Zhao Huang is destined to not be able to satisfy the wishes of these people.

So, everyone killed Zhao Huang, and beheaded him.

The village chief deliberately picked out the pig-killing master from the village, dragged the tortured and ugly Zhao Huang to the middle of the Dongmen vegetable market, and ordered the pig-killing master to behead him in front of everyone.

Blood flowed through the entire vegetable market, and it was extremely bloody.

After Zhao Huang's death, everyone thought that all this would end, but strange things still happened, and more frequently.

That wax museum has become a forbidden place. Whenever there is a strange sound from the club in the middle of the night, everyone who hears the sound will be inexplicably confused and walk into the wax museum.

Once you go in, you never come out again.

After the villagers heard the news, they felt the horror of the wax museum even more, so under the leadership of the village chief, they wanted to destroy the wax museum.

Having said that, the old man's voice stopped abruptly.

The three of them became excited when they heard this, and seeing that the old man didn't speak, they looked at the old man one after another.

Afan asked: "Then what?"

After hearing this, the old man didn't speak, but looked at the three of them with cold eyes.

Suddenly.

The old man showed a kind smile.

I just heard him say: "Then...then the whole village disappeared."

hum.

When the three of them heard it, they felt chills all over their bodies, and their hair stood on end.

The whole village... disappeared?
"Have they all turned into wax figures?"

Jiang Fan opened his mouth and said to himself.

"If my guess is correct, Zhao Huang is not dead, he has come to seek revenge from you.

The two wax figures at the entrance of the village are human beings, and the two wax figures at the gate are also human beings. By the way, I am a little strange now. Are you... are you human? "

As soon as the voice fell, Afan, who was closest to the old man, backed away hastily. The more he listened to each other, he felt the colder his bones.

The dim lighting added several levels to the horror of the room.

The old man's cloudy eyes flashed with splendor, he looked at Jiang Fan, grinned, and said: "The wax figure is really a good thing, what Zhao Huang said is right, it can indeed make people live forever.

In this world, who can resist the temptation of immortality? "

It seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be persuasive, Mao Xiaofang and A Fan were confused, but Jiang Fan was a little silent.

Zombies, immortal.

He's a zombie, so he doesn't age or die.

"Master, look at him turned into a wax figure!"

Afan screamed, and under the eyes of the three, the old man turned into a wax figure visibly to the naked eye.

Bang.

The door closed instantly.

The flickering candles flickered in the wind and were extinguished in an instant.

The house, plunged into darkness.

Mao Xiaofang quickly took out the torch from the bag, blew on it and lit it, finally lighting up the room.

"Shadow?"

With the help of the weak candlelight, Jiang Fan and the three soon saw the flickering figures outside the house, densely packed, as if they were stuck on the windows and walls.

Just one glance, creepy.

Jiang Fan picked up the chair and threw it towards the door, only to hear a bang, and the door was smashed violently by Jiang Fan.

"The wax figure... came alive."

Outside the gate, the original two wax figures faced the three of them, and behind the two wax figures stood countless wax figures, crowded together.

Those pairs of pupils were rolling round and round, looking weird and dull, with a faint smile on his face, like a farewell smile, with wax dripping from his body, and the sound of tick-tock fell on the ground, Soaked all over the place.

The air is filled with the unique smell of wax oil, mixed with other peculiar smells, floating around, A Fan just smelled it lightly, and he felt a sense of evil from the bottom of his heart.

Looking at the scene in front of them, Jiang Fan and Mao Xiaofang realized that something was wrong. If these black shadows are all wax figures, then are the black shadows around them all wax figures?
Thinking about it this way, the two couldn't help thinking carefully.

Tapping.

The wax figures at the door swarmed up and rushed into the room. On the surrounding walls, those wooden walls and windows couldn't stop these wax figures at all, and they were thrown away at once.

"Come on."

Jiang Fan's expression changed, and he said hurriedly.

These wax figures are nothing to fear, but the problem is that if they are allowed to be demolished like this, the house will definitely collapse.

Mao Xiaofang and his apprentice were also aware of this problem, so they rushed towards the wax figure with Jiang Fan.

"prick."

Jiang Fan took out a stack of yellow talismans from his pocket and pasted them on the wax figures, but the wax figures were not zombies, and the yellow talismans fell from the wax figures with a shake, and then became even crazier.

At this moment, they looked at Jiang Fan and the other three with insane eyes, full of greed like looking at a delicious cake.

Crazier than zombies.

Scarier than zombies.

Their movements are not stiff at all, no different from ordinary people. If it weren't for the never-ending dripping wax, no one would realize that they were wax figures.

Bang!
Jiang Fan took the lead with punches and kicks to open the way ahead. Although there were many wax figures, they were no different from ordinary people. Their attack power was not strong.

After a while, Jiang Fan forced a bloody path out of the dense crowd like a tide.

Mao Xiaofang and Afan are also very relaxed, and the strength of the wax figure is weaker than that of zombies.

"Master, they are immortal."

Afan and Mao Xiaofang were back to back and followed Jiang Fan all the time.

Inadvertently, Afan saw a wax figure whose hands were broken by himself, as if it was all right, picked up his arm from a distance, and installed it, which surprised Afan.

Mao Xiaofang also saw it, and felt awe-inspiring.

Become a wax figure, immortal?
This is the news from the mouth of the old man. I thought it was a joke, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

Mao Xiaofang turned his attention to the wax figures who were fighting Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan's brutal attack broke the arms and legs of these wax figures.

However, these wax figures remained expressionless, and they could find the broken arms and legs by themselves and put them on calmly. Finally, they turned into fierce tigers and attacked Jiang Fan again with their ferocious faces.

"Walk."

When the three of them came to the door, they saw the desperate number of wax figures at a glance.

"Step on it." Jiang Fan said decisively.

Just when Afan was curious about how to step on it, Jiang Fan took the lead to demonstrate, but saw Jiang Fan jumped out of thin air, as light as a swallow, and then stepped on the shoulders of these wax figures to reach the fence.

In the next second, Mao Xiaofang followed closely behind. With the help of these wax figures, the two quickly came to a safe place.

The walls are high enough that these wax figures cannot reach them.

"Master, I won't step on it..."

Afan, who was forgotten by the two, jumped and said anxiously.

The wax figure, who had lost two targets, turned all his attention to Afan, and his two hands were no match for four hands. Soon, Afan was controlled by the wax figure, held high, and pulled in different directions.

"Ah, Master, help me..."

Afan said to Mao Xiaofang, Mao Xiaofang smiled helplessly, and then turned back to save others.

Jiang Fan stood up, looked around, took out a few yellow talismans again, threw them into the air, and cast a spell.

Under Jiang Fan's spellcasting, the movement of the wax figure slowed down. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mao Xiaofang rescued A Fan, and then jumped back to the wall.

"Wen Cai, what should we do now?"

Unknowingly, Mao Xiaofang would subconsciously ask Jiang Fan, which was not noticed by several people.

"These wax figures seem to want to get something from us, that's why they chase us so crazily." Jiang Fan thought for a while and said.

Mao Xiaofang also felt this way, these wax figures are really crazy.

"But we don't have anything valuable to give them?"

Ah Fan said in a daze.

"That's not necessarily the case, your kidneys and your chrysanthemums are quite valuable." Jiang Fan said quietly.

It's a pity that Mao Xiaofang and Afan couldn't understand the meaning of what he said.

Seeing that the two were silent, Jiang Fan curled his lips and said, "Let's go, I already know who is behind the scenes."

As he spoke, Jiang Fan's nose seemed to move slightly for a moment.

……

"The village that has been silent for decades has been discovered, and someone has disturbed the villagers who have been sleeping for decades."

"The wax museum was also discovered, which made the wax figures very excited."

"The last time such a riot happened was 30 years ago, when more than a dozen tomb robbers strayed into Lianhua Village. They were discovered by wax figures, and they all stayed behind."

"Wait a little longer, anyway, it's been 50 years, and I don't care about it for a while. If they haven't found the sacrifice yet, let them bury themselves in the ground with Village Chief Lianhua."

(End of this chapter)