Infinite flow: I am destroying everything with a spatula

Just at the moment the village chief opened the door.

Liu Duosheng and Yang Siyi, who were originally lying down, turned over and sat up.

The three of them looked at each other, then tiptoed out of bed and moved to the window.

Through the window of the room, they saw the village chief with his head drooped, his body stiff and his steps slow.

Walk towards the yard gate step by step.

Like a puppet that has lost its soul.

Indescribably weird.

And just as the village chief opened the bolt of the yard and was about to step out.

The village chief still had his back to them, but his head suddenly turned 180 degrees.

He raised his head and stared at the window of Yi Nanzhi and the others.

When the village chief turned his head, the three people quickly squatted down to hide their bodies, not daring to make a sound.

In the end, the village chief withdrew his gaze, closed the gate and walked out.

Standing on the second floor and looking over, you can see not only the village chief, but also the villagers living next door.

They all kept their bodies equally rigid.

With a dull look in his eyes and a strange and twisted pace, he walked out of the house.

Judging from their direction, they should be heading to the mountain temple on the slope.

Yi Nanzhi and the other two discussed it and decided to follow and see what was going on.

Although the village chief had warned them not to approach the mountain temple.

However, you can't get the tiger cub without risking it.

Since there is no one with a different surname in this village.

Then maybe there might be clues in these dangerous places that were warned about.

Yi Nanzhi and his friends knocked on the young couple's door before leaving.

After hearing their thoughts, Lin Xuejin shook her head and shrank into her boyfriend's arms, daring not to take the risk.

There was no way Fu Xuewen would abandon his girlfriend and stay here alone.

Helpless, he could only shake his head apologetically at the three of them.

Everyone said they understood and went downstairs in the dark.

The three of them squatted in the corner of the yard, holding their breath.

He waited until all the nearby villagers had gone far away before he gently pushed open the gate.

Yang Siyi nervously grabbed the corner of Yi Nanzhi's clothes.

The moonlight was hazy, and a thin layer of fog rose outside without knowing when.

The sight is very limited.

The three of them walked lightly on the stone road.

Keep a long distance from the swaying zombie horde in front.

Walk through the path and climb up the barren slope.

They finally arrived in front of the mountain temple.

I couldn't see it clearly from a distance before, but when I got closer I realized that it has red walls and black tiles and is very large.

There are two large vermilion columns in front of the temple.

A huge hanging bell hangs in front of the gate.

I think the bell sound I heard before was made by the hanging bell in front of me.

At this time, the villagers entered the temple one after another.

Yi Nanzhi and others quietly went around to the side of the mountain temple.

Secretly observing through the gap in the window on the wall.

There are countless red candles in the mountain temple, burning with a crackling sound.

On the left side of the room hung a bleeding rooster, which looked like it had just been killed.

There are neatly arranged spirit tablets under the rooster.

There are about a hundred of them, but I can't see their names clearly. They are probably the ancestors of Lijia Village.

At this time, the village chief and the villagers were facing away from the gate.

He knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and muttered something.

The dull face was filled with an expression of crazy awe.

Yi Nanzhi took a quick glance and saw the familiar Granny Li, Li Datou and Li Olive in the crowd.

The mountain god standing in front of them was completely covered by a huge, thick black cloth.

No wonder Granny Li told them that no one had ever seen the true face of the mountain god.

I lay at the window for a long time until the sky began to turn white.

The faint crowing of roosters could be heard in the village.

The villagers who had been muttering to themselves until now gradually stopped their actions.

He pulled his stiff body and tried to stand up.

Yi Nanzhi and others quickly bent down and retreated, running down the hill back to the village chief's house.

The three of them were out of breath and had no time to share the information with the waiting young couple.

I quickly went back to my room and went to bed.

About twenty minutes later, the sound of a door opening was heard in the yard.

Walk slowly and lightly on the cement floor in the yard.

Then there was the sound of the front door opening.

The footsteps soon came up the stairs.

The wooden stairs made a creaking sound when people stepped on them.

The village chief did not return to his house first.

He moved slowly past the young couple's room.

Then, it stopped at the door of Yi Nanzhi's house.

After a while, the door handle was gently turned.

The door opened with a creaky sound.

The three people who had already recovered were breathing steadily.

Liu Duosheng even started snoring.

The village chief stood at the door and watched for a long time but found nothing unusual.

Finally he closed the door and dragged himself back to his room.

Three people: Let out a long sigh.

Everything tonight made people a little tired, and soon everyone fell asleep.

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When I woke up again, it was already bright daylight.

After a simple tidy up, go downstairs.

The village chief had prepared porridge and pickles on the table, but he was not at home.

Several people finished their porridge listlessly.

At the table, Liu Duosheng shared the information he saw last night with the young couple.

Lin Xuejin looked panicked after hearing this.

After dinner they planned to continue looking for clues in the village.

Yi Nanzhi adhered to the spirit that where there is danger there is more information, and suggested going to the bungalows outside the village first.

After what happened last night, Liu Duosheng and Yang Siyi naturally agreed to this idea without hesitation.

After listening to Liu Duosheng's story, Lin Xuejin was so scared that she said she dared not go.

She took her boyfriend Fu Xuewen to continue to look for villagers in the village who could provide clues.

Everyone split into two groups.

Yi Nanzhi and the other two came to the outermost part of the village.

The houses on the outermost perimeter are the largest in number.

It formed a huge circle and surrounded the entire Lijia Village.

These are simple bungalows without yards.

The roof was broken, the windows were dilapidated, and the whole place was filled with desolation.

However, the doors of every household in these small bungalows are wrapped with several circles of iron chains as thick as wrists.

Lock the door securely.

Liu Duosheng carefully lifted up the tangled dust and spider webs hanging from the eaves.

Put your face close to the broken window and look inside.

"Cough, cough, cough," he covered his nose and took a step back.

"No one must have lived here for many years. The smell is so pungent."

It's dark inside and I can't see clearly what's inside. How can I find clues?

There are at least thirty or forty bungalows in this large circle.

They also have to find tools and ways to open the door, which is very time-consuming and energy-consuming.

Yi Nanzhi thought for a moment and said:

"Let's divide the work!"

"I'll go unlock it, and you two go look for something in the house. Don't stand too far away, and shout if there's any danger."

After saying that, Liu Duosheng and Yang Siyi watched Yi Nanzhi take out the spatula.

Without saying a word, he chopped down the iron chain on the door.

The movement was quick and decisive, and the chain fell down and broke into several pieces.

Then Yi Nanzhi walked to the adjacent house.

Lifting the spatula skillfully...

For a while, the sound of "clang clang" of iron chains falling to the ground continued.

Liu Duosheng and Yang Siyi, who were standing there, were stunned.

I gave a thumbs up without hesitation: Good guy!

The three of them worked together very well.

Around three or four in the afternoon, these small bungalows had been searched inside and out.

Although we were all covered in dirt, fortunately we didn't encounter any danger.

There are dozens of rooms, most of which are empty.

However, nine of the rooms are different.

A strong atmosphere of life remains in these nine rooms.

It was as if the people living inside had suddenly disappeared.

Their time also froze at this moment.

For example, there was an unfolded document on a dusty table, with a ballpoint pen rolling down the side. The latest word on the document had just been written as a radical.

A messy quilt was piled on the broken bed, and clothes and backpacks were neatly placed in the cabinet with a missing door.

The half-sharpened pencil was hastily thrown on the table.

For example, the opened lunch box had already become sour and rotten, one of the chopsticks rolled on the table, and the other fell to the ground.

Apparently something happened to the owner just as he was about to eat.

Yang Siyi found a diary under a bed.

The name on the diary cover has long been unclear, and the surname Zhao can be vaguely seen.