Summoning Infinite Movie

Tan Siwen took a deep breath.

The breath became intermittent with the shaking of his body, and finally turned into a sigh with twists and turns.

"Tan Siwen, you are too into the drama." Seeing Tan Siwen's reaction, Jiang Jibei reminded him, "They are all NPCs in the movie."

"There are also staff!" Tan Siwen glanced at him and replied hoarsely.

Jiang Jibei's calmness seemed inappropriate on this occasion: "Even if they are real people, they can still leave alive."

Tan Siwen's eyes were bloodshot red: "But he's already dead!"

Tan Siwen didn't talk much when he first met, but he seemed calm and defensive.

However, from his use of double pupils on the bewitched little girl, it can be seen that Tan Siwen is actually a soft-hearted person.

Empathy, and sentimental.

Now, he fell into anger because of Wei Yixin's death.

"We must find Eighth Aunt!" Tan Siwen hugged Wei Yixin's body tightly and said firmly.

"We must bury Wei Yixin well!" Ding Hui cried out tremblingly.

Wei Ye on the side picked up his father's body that had been burned into charcoal by a spell, and couldn't stop crying: "Let's go, Dad, let's go, now we're on our way..."

Hearing the wailing sound from the crowd, Jiang Jibei sighed inwardly.

There are not so many people in the world who speak well when they are about to die, and even those who are about to die may harbor countless secrets.

Dead people can also lie.

Seeing that they were in high spirits, Jiang Jibei didn't say this.

He turned his head to look at Chi Xian, and Chi Xian stretched out his hand as if he had a heart, and lightly touched Jiang Jibei's wrist.

The sadness of the crowd seems to speed up the flow of time. Under the montage effect of the movie, a round of sunrise slowly rises at the end of the field stretching towards the sky.

The sun silently illuminated the village, and there was a "beep" sound from an electrical appliance in Wei Ye's house.

The sun came out, and the village was powered on. The courtyard door was blown by the wind with a creak, and the air wall dissipated.

It's time to get out of here.

Everyone hadn't slept all night, and their eyes were bloodshot, but they didn't care about it at this time.

Wei Yixin had no father or mother, and his eighth aunt was also missing. Under the reminder of the villagers, they swept up Wei Yixin's body with grass and carried him all the way to the village chief's house.

Tan Siwen now became Wei Yixin's funeral director: "Wei Yixin died to save everyone, and the village should give him a piece of land to bury him."

"But, there are rules in our village." The village head looked at Wei Yixin's body and said with a look of embarrassment, "If a person dies before the age of 30, he cannot be buried in the village."

When Tan Siwen heard this, he pushed his glasses with his middle finger angrily: "Why are there so many broken rules in your village?!"

"It can be buried, of course it can be." The village chief quickly comforted him, "We all understand and have seen it, so although Wei Yixin can't be buried in the village, he can be buried with his parents. Don't worry about that."

"Wei Yixin's parents were also buried outside the village?" Jiang Jibei discovered the key message in the village chief's words, "Didn't his parents turn 30 when they died?"

"Ah, well..." Hearing his question, the village head faltered, "Young people in our countryside get married early, and some people get married before finishing junior high school. Wei Yixin's parents are The kind that gets married early."

In some relatively backward rural areas in Guangxi, this situation is indeed very common.

Underage young men and women set up several tables of banquets in the village, and invite relatives and friends from various families to have a table, and the two are considered married.

After a few years when they reach the legal age, the two of them will go to renew their certificates. Often their children will be able to play soy sauce by then.

The village chief's answer is well-founded.

Jiang Jibei nodded without thinking much.

Too many people died in the village in the past two days, and the village committee was too busy for a while, and couldn't care about keeping the spirit and the first seven.

The village head asked every household to contribute some money, and the village committee paid a big buck, and asked the master to make a few thin wooden coffins, and hurriedly collected the corpses of the people who died in the past two days, planning to bury them together hastily.

Tan Siwen and the others surrounded Wei Yixin's coffin.

Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian stood by and watched.

Because of Wei Yixin's tragic death, the villagers took out some jade objects from their homes and stuffed them into Wei Yixin's mouth and hands before covering the coffin.

In the village, this is considered a grand burial.

"Everything started because of Wei Laosi. Now he is gone completely, and the people who accompany him on the road can play a table of mahjong at least." Zhang Sansi murmured, "Send all the big guys on the road, this movie Can it be over?"

"But where did Auntie Eight go?" Tan Siwen frowned, puzzled.

They and the villagers asked for Aunt Ba's phone number, but when they dialed it, all they heard was an indifferent mechanical voice: "The phone you dialed has been turned off."

Tan Siwen hung up the phone and clenched his fists: "When Wei Yixin is buried, we must find Eighth Aunt. If it weren't for this old magic stick, he wouldn't have died."

"Maybe she's just an unimportant supporting role." Ding Hui's eyes were flushed, but she still gently comforted her boyfriend, "It's not that important, so I didn't appear again."

Zhang Sansi knocked left and right on the coffin to check whether the nails were solid, and then sighed: "Hey, I'm most afraid of talking about feelings in horror movies, so don't do this kind of sad thing again." It’s a movie. If you want to kill, you can kill, if you want to die, you can die, why sacrifice the plot and emotional drama.”

"Carry the coffin." Tan Siwen pushed his glasses.

Seeing them moving the coffin, Chi Xian suddenly stepped forward and stopped them: "Wait."

"Is there something wrong?" Tan Siwen paused and looked up at him suspiciously.

"I suspect there is something wrong with his body." Chi Xian's indifferent eyes fell on Wei Yixin's coffin, "I want to open the coffin for inspection."

"Why do you have so many famous figures?" Hearing Chi Xian's words, Tan Siwen suppressed his anger, "He is still so young, he died to save us, can't we even give him a clean life now?"

"I've put up with you assistants for a long time! It's not even useful to say that you are an assistant! When something happens, you disappear! What are you assisting?" Chi Xian's attitude made Zhang Sansi furious. "Wei Yixin saved us! You are ungrateful!"

"I'm telling you, don't follow us in the future." Tan Siwen turned his head and pointed at his assistant, "From now on, we don't need you!"

Their assistant stood not far away with a numb face, and did not respond to what Tan Siwen said.

"Calm down." Seeing their emotional outburst, Jiang Jibei, who was on the sidelines, walked to Chi Xian's side and stood side by side with him, "I also think there is a problem."

Jiang Jibei's attitude shocked Zhang Sansi: "Oh my god, brother Chen, how can you speak for him?!"

Ding Hui also anxiously said: "Chen Ji, come quickly to our side! Assistants are useless, we experiencers must act together!"

Tan Siwen stood in front of Wei Yixin's coffin, glaring at Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian.

Chi Xian looked back at him frankly, not caring about their accusations.

"When Wei Yixin was entangled, I saw you take out a gun." Tan Siwen stared at them for a while, then suddenly said, "Chen Ji, you had a chance to save him, didn't you?"

Jiang Jibei looked at him with calm eyes: "Yes."

Hearing him admit it so readily, Tan Siwen lost control of his emotions: "Then why didn't you shoot?!"

Because like Chi Xian, he still doubts Wei Yixin.

Jiang Jibei's eyes fell on the coffin, and he didn't want to make more excuses: "Sorry, my bullets are very precious."

Tan Siwen stepped forward with staring eyes, reaching out to grab Jiang Jibei's collar: "You—"

Chi Xian blocked his hand with his arm, and warned coldly: "Don't touch him."

"Hey hey hey——" Zhang Sansi hurriedly inserted himself between the two groups of people.

From the perspective of others, Wei Yixin's coffin was in front of Tan Siwen, who blocked Zhang Sansi in front of him, Chi Xian on Zhang Sansi's side, and Jiang Jibei behind Chi Xian.

The living and the dead lined up in a line, and the scene looked extremely lively.

"What are you doing, this is it?" Zhang Sansi was in a state of desperation, looking at this and that for a while, "The movie is almost over, let's stop fighting among ourselves."

Tan Siwen took back the hand that was blocked, folded his arms in front of his chest, and said with a sneer: "Let's return it to us. I think they are them, and we are us."

Chi Xian was expressionless and unmoved.

"Then let's bury it first." Jiang Jibei changed the subject lightly, "Even if we want to split the seats, we must send the deceased on the road first."

Ding Hui hurried over to pull Tan Siwen: "Yes, it would be bad if it was delayed."

Tan Siwen glared at them and said nothing.

After the coffins were arranged, the funeral procession set off with great momentum.

Tan Siwen borrowed an electric tricycle from the village chief, asked for the location, and drove Wei Yixin's coffin to the hill where his parents were buried.

Ding Hui and Zhang Sansi walked beside the car, one on the left and the other on the right, carefully supporting the coffin.

Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian followed behind the car, carrying bamboo baskets each, throwing paper money into the sky as they walked.

After leaving the village, the funeral procession instantly calmed down.

The villagers all stayed in the village, and Wei Yixin was buried with only the experiencer and his party—if you don't count the helpers who have no sense of existence except Chi Xian.

The resting place of Wei Yixin's parents is not so much a hilltop as a hilltop with dense vegetation.

The small three-wheeled car made a furious protest, creaking and driving with great difficulty.

Tan Siwen twisted the handlebar hard without saying a word.

As soon as we drove to the foot of the mound, the originally clear sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds.

The sky instantly became gloomy, and the air became humid and hot.

"Is it going to rain?" Ding Hui looked up at the sky.

"It should be just dark clouds, and I feel like they can't get down." Tan Siwen also looked up, "Let's speed up."

When everyone lifted Wei Yixin's coffin to the top of the hill, the clouds in the sky were as black as splashed ink, and the few beams of light between the clouds penetrated through the dense forest branches and leaves, which had become unbearably dim.

"It's getting dark too fast, it's going to rain a lot later." Zhang Sansi muttered.

Tan Siwen picked up the sickle and chopped down the weeds with a few swipes. With only a few rays of light, he found two barren graves.

There are two graves here.

"That's it here, go with the hoe and shovel together, and try to get it done before it rains." Tan Siwen pointed at the empty space next to the double grave, "There are still three monuments left, one for Wei Yixin, one for each uncle and aunt, and I will give it later They make up."

Everyone responded, those with shovels took shovels, and those with hoes took hoes, and they dug holes in the ground together.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, crackling the lush branches and leaves around.

There was a strong smell of blood in the wind, which was very ominous.

Jiang Jibei frowned.

He stopped what he was doing, stood the hoe on the ground, held the long handle with one hand, and was about to turn around to talk to Chi Xian, but at this moment, his brain suddenly received an instruction——

"Bury everyone and you can get out of here."

someone said to him.

Bury?

put everyone?

After receiving the order, Jiang Jibei's thoughts suddenly became chaotic, unable to concentrate at all.

He was surprised, but his body moved one step ahead, moving uncontrollably by itself!

Like a marionette, Jiang Jibei picked up the hoe in his hand, bent down, and continued digging the soil one by one.

Soon, the first hole was dug.

Jiang Jibei turned around and looked at the three people beside him - Tan Siwen, Ding Hui and Zhang Sansi.

They stood stiffly in place, arms hanging at their sides, eyes wide open and lifeless.

Chi Xian didn't know why he disappeared.

Jiang Jibei didn't care about this, he raised his leg and kicked Tan Siwen into the pit.

"boom!"

Tan Siwen fell into the pit without a sound, standing upright like a stiff corpse.

Jiang Jibei picked up the shovel and threw the high pile of loess back into the pit one by one. Large pieces of loess fell on Tan Siwen's body and face, covering him.

The bleak moonlight shone on Tan Siwen's face, making his dull gaze a bit more sinister.

Accompanied by the falling loess, gradually, the last corner of Tan Siwen's clothes disappeared into the loess.

Jiang Jibei filled up the hole, walked to the hole, stepped on it a few times, and trampled the soil firmly.

After burying Tan Siwen, he turned around and dug a second and third pit next to the pit where Tan Siwen was buried, and buried Zhang Sansi and Ding Hui in it.

Jiang Jibei was the only figure left on the pitch-black hilltop, and the leaves above his head were rattling by the gloomy wind.

After burying Zhang Sansi, Jiang Jibei was about to put down the shovel, but was suddenly pushed to the ground by a man!

His chin hit the loess hard, and the shock went down the mandible and went straight to the top of the skull.

Jiang Jibei felt dizzy for a while.

He lay motionless on the ground, half of his face was covered with foul-smelling mud, and he couldn't get up no matter what.

From Jiang Jibei's perspective, he could only see a pair of shoes parked in front of him.

These shoes look familiar.

Jiang Jibei struggled to raise his head.

A strange beam of light suddenly shone from behind the man.

Jiang Jibei squinted his eyes, but was blinded by the light, and couldn't see the man's face clearly.

The man bent down, picked up the hoe on the ground, and let out a sinister laugh: "Hehehe..."

While laughing, he dug the pit where Jiang Jibei buried Zhang Sansi next to the pit where Jiang Jibei was buried.

Jiang Jibei struggled to get up from the ground, but his body was as heavy as a mountain.

The man dug harder and harder.

Suddenly, he stopped, turned his head slowly, and looked in Jiang Jibei's direction.

Along with the man's movements, the beam of light behind him also slowly turned around and shone on his face.

Jiang Jibei finally saw his face clearly, and his heart started beating violently!

This man turned out to be himself!

Jiang Jibei watched "my" face as dense rough bumps and festering blisters slowly emerged, and his face turned dark green bit by bit.

just like……

It's like the pitted skin of Toadguai Pit.

Jiang Jibei's consciousness became extremely clear at this moment.

It turned out that the three people he buried just now were all himself!

He buried himself!

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my head.

Jiang Jibei opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was still standing on the mountain, holding a hoe in his hand, and Wei Yixin's coffin and the newly dug earth pit were at his feet.

The others stood beside him, all looking as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Everyone was pale and sweating profusely, as if they had bumped into something terrible.

After a long while, Ding Hui's complexion recovered a bit, and he spoke first, "I just had a dream just now..."

"I also had a dream!" Zhang Sansi answered quickly.

Tan Siwen said slowly: "I dreamed that I buried you all... Finally I buried myself..."

"Then, you all turned into toad crutches." Jiang Jibei's gaze fell on Wei Yixin's coffin.

The author has something to say: This "I buried everyone turned out to be myself" is based on the author's friend's nightmare.

Speaking of the first copy of the zombie movie, "Master Zombie kneels in front of his coffin and is cast by a Taoist priest. Every time he casts a spell, his body will rot." It is also based on the nightmare of another friend of the author. Thank you friends~