The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 205 The gradually recovering village

"Boom boom boom——"

It was late at night, and the sound of the lid of the water tank being bumped spread throughout Baiyang Village, even if Zhao Jian was hiding in a private house at the moment, he could still hear it clearly.

The voice was dull, without regularity and rhythm. If he analyzed it carefully, Zhao Jian could probably deduce that this should be the last struggle of a drowning person.

When this idea appeared in his mind, he suddenly shivered for some reason.

just like.

The person who was locked in that black water tank and was about to drown was himself.

In an instant, goosebumps covered his body, and before he could adjust his mentality, a breeze suddenly blew in front of him, and the candle flames of the two candles kept flickering, looking like they might go out at any moment.

But before he reached out to help, there was a sound of "Hoo--" and the two candles went out at the same time, and the surroundings fell into a death-like silence for an instant.

"His-"

There was a sound of flesh being torn, and there was a hideous gash on the back of his hand, and a trace of dark blood slowly seeped out from the wound.

This is the ghost controlled by Zhao Jian, code-named: Ghost Injury.

He didn't miss it. Before the candle was blown out, there was the sound of something exhaling from the surroundings. The candle was not extinguished by the wind, but was blown out by someone.

Fear began to spread, and the only thing he could feel in the darkness was a chill, as if a ghost was lying on his shoulder and blowing at him.

Looking in this cold direction, Zhao Jian saw a vague human silhouette standing outside the window.

"Who are you?!" Zhao Jian yelled.

The next moment the dim light came on, it was the light from the camping lantern he carried with him.

But something even weirder happened. After the lights were turned on, the silhouette of a human standing by the window disappeared suddenly, like mosquitoes that were dispersed by the lights, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Relighting the candles, Zhao Jian went to another residential house just to be on the safe side. Anyway, this village has been abandoned for so long, so there is no need to worry about disturbing others.

"That black shadow, why do I feel so familiar, I don't know why I always feel that I have seen that black shadow somewhere."

Zhao Jian was a little distressed. There were no abnormalities in the first three days, but all kinds of abnormalities appeared one after another from the fourth day on. Reason told him that now is the best time to evacuate from here, otherwise he might never have the chance to leave again. up.

And he seemed to have overlooked one thing, a very important thing.

But since his attention was attracted by the human silhouette, he couldn't remember other things clearly.

Zhao Jian thought about it. At the same time, he took out a roll of special gold tape from his backpack and tore off the wound that was wrapped around the back of his hand. The wound could not heal by itself, so it could only be glued together by force.

He then checked the interior of the room. It was the first time he had entered this dwelling, and the interior decoration of the room was much better than other dwellings.

"Is this the village chief's room? It feels much more luxurious than other rooms. I should be able to find some useful clues here?"

Zhao Jian looked around the room with flickering eyes. He made up his mind that if he couldn't find any useful clues in this folk house, he would immediately pack up his things and prepare to return to Da'an City.

He picked up the candle and walked in the room. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect. He only felt that the rotten smell around him became more and more intense, as if a corpse was lurking under the floor of the room.

Zhao Jian pushed open the door, followed the candlelight and slowly found a room that looked like a study. The doorknob of the room was covered with dust, and it seemed that no one had entered it for a long time.

As soon as he opened the door, Zhao Jian was startled. With the help of the dim candlelight, he saw five bookshelves lined up inside, and each row of bookshelves was filled with densely packed black books.

"There are so many books here. It seems that the owner of this room is not the village head but also a respected person in the village. In this way, he should have recorded some information about Baiyang Village."

Walking to the bookshelf, looking at the densely packed black books, he felt a little weird, because the covers of all the books were artificially blacked out.

He touched it with his hands and found that some books were still moist, as if they were soaked in some unknown liquid not long ago.

I leaned forward and smelled it, and there was a faint smell of blood rushing towards my face. These books should not be black books, but blood books. The blackness of the cover is the color of blood after solidification.

This discovery made Zhao Jian a little surprised, but he didn't feel much fear. Instead, he opened the book with great interest to check the contents inside.

"Huh? What's going on here."

The next moment, the expression on Zhao Jian's face froze, because every page in this book was filled with the same words.

Crooked dead characters of different sizes covered every page in the book. The color of the handwriting was scarlet, which formed an extremely sharp contrast with the color of the paper itself.

After opening several other books, he was surprised to find that the contents of the books were all the same, densely packed with dead characters all over the book.

It's like a silent but strong curse that curses everyone who reads this book.

"Something is wrong. All the books here are full of dead characters. This is definitely not something that a sane person can do. What happened in the last few years before the village was abandoned?"

Zhao Jian put all the books back. He originally wanted to take a few books back, but this thing was a bit evil. Now that the village has become abnormal, he didn't want to make any more troubles.

"pat-"

Suddenly, a series of clicking and clicking sounds came from the next room, as if someone was constantly playing with the switch next door, trying to light up the lights in the room.

Zhao Jian's heart trembled. It seemed that some kind of inexplicable taboo might indeed be triggered today. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the first three days to be safe and nothing happened. Only today there are so many abnormalities.

"Did I trigger some kind of anomaly, or is there a three-day safety period for everyone who comes here? No, it's unlikely."

Just as he was thinking, the sound of switching switches in the next room became more and more frequent, as if he was asking why the light didn't turn on.

"Leave here first."

At this moment, Zhao Jian finally made up his mind to leave here. The supernatural phenomenon happening now does not pose any real threat.

But as time progressed, he speculated that there must be some overwhelming horror here.

Moreover, if there is really a so-called three-day safety period or a buffer period, then this piece of information alone is enough to save Wen Zhong's life.

(End of this chapter)