I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 740: Cannibalism, dog-skin plaster

At night in the village, the tattooed man returned to the village.

The bright lights illuminated the gate of the village, and the tattooed man was a little uncomfortable with it.

This kind of normal lighting is actually not very common here.

Even if people in the village are given electric wires, they are still reluctant to use electricity. Of course, on the one hand, people here have low incomes. On the other hand, it is difficult for older people to change the concepts they have developed before.

Young people think that basic street lights and basic lighting are essential, but unfortunately young people do not keep their words.

The lights are on today purely because of the electricity bills. The company that came to inspect stated directly that they would cover the electricity bills. If a film crew, video blogger, or live broadcaster comes later and really starts business, they will cover the electricity bill for the entire village.

The company is certainly not in a hurry to spend money. They simply found that this is an excellent entry point. In fact, it doesn't cost much, but it can definitely make the subsequent work much smoother. The cost saved is definitely far more than the electricity bill.

The tattooed man looked at the bright headlights in silence. He was not used to it, but he actually thought it was pretty good.

Some are conservative, some cannot accept new things, but they also know what is good and what is bad.

A few years ago, there was an old man who wanted to go out before dawn to collect some herbs when the sun rose. Unfortunately, he was bitten by a poisonous dragon at the gate of the village and died at the gate.

The so-called poisonous dragon is a poisonous snake that is born and grows in a closed tomb, and finally survives until the tomb is opened and moved, and successfully escapes.

There has always been a local tradition of opening and relocating graves after a certain period of time.

This venomous snake is extremely poisonous. If it has not poisoned its prey for more than seven days and then bites a person, the venom in the first bite will be the most toxic.

For an elderly person who is not overweight, it is a five-step snake in the truest sense of the word.

If there had been such a lamp shining here that day, people might have been able to see it, and the poisonous dragon would not have appeared under the light at all.

These are all secondary reasons. The main reason is that over the years, the defenses in the village have become weaker and weaker. After the recovery of spiritual energy, some things have also begun to become stronger and stronger.

As one thing increases while the other decreases, the frequency of accidents begins to increase gradually.

The tattooed man is not particularly old. He is a little different from the older generation, and his son is also different from him.

The three generations have completely different ideas and goals.

The older generation still wants to follow the legacy, especially when they get older and see a glimmer of hope, it is even more impossible for them to give up the ancestral teachings. Perhaps this is the last goal in their life.

The tattooed man has been disciplined since childhood and has learned a lot of things. It can be said that he has survived many life-and-death situations and finally learned a lot. Now, he just wants to protect the younger generation and the village from being destroyed.

And the tattooed man's son, the young man who wanted to take a video, was hung up and beaten.

In fact, I took some scenery photos by chance. After being praised for the beautiful scenery, I saw some video bloggers who thought that shooting videos could bring traffic to their hometown and develop tourism. Because of various other reasons, I started shooting things.

Many things have been lost, even in recent decades. One of the important reasons is that we want to take pictures of them as a backup.

This is also the argument used to convince men with tattoos.

The tattooed man entered the village in silence. After entering, he saw two night owls from the company who were still awake at this hour and were looking at materials.

Someone from the company saw the tattooed man, greeted him, and invited him to have some midnight snack together.

They have all inquired about it. The tattooed man has a lot of say in the village. According to the local customs, he can be regarded as one of the decision-makers of this generation. If nothing unexpected happens, when the tattooed man gets old, he will play the role of the clan elder.

They do not participate in management on a normal basis, but it is these clan elders who can decide who has the final say in management on a normal basis.

The reason why the tattooed man's son was allowed to be the assistant smoothly was not only because the young man was indeed suitable, but also because he was the tattooed man's son.

This is nothing special. Before, their company went to Siam to shoot and hired some local people. The shooting went very smoothly and their company didn't have to worry about any messy things.

The night owl pulled the tattooed man, who was full of worries, to have a midnight snack and drink some wine together.

After a few drinks, I saw the tattooed man looking at the computer screen, and one of them fiddled with the materials and sighed.

"The scenery here is really beautiful, the air quality is good, and many things are very unique. If there are supporting facilities, it may really attract many tourists.

When we came, the highway was not very far from here. For this distance, adding a shuttle bus or letting tourists walk directly would be fine.

When I came all the way here, I found that the local buildings were well preserved and discovered that there was a special charm.

I’m sure a lot of people will like it.”

The tattooed man didn't say anything. In the past, he didn't have any intuitive concept of it.

But in the past two days, seeing how these people spent money, he had some idea in his mind.

Anyway, in the past, he would definitely not believe that there would be people from the city who would come here specifically, walk such a long way, and spend money to suffer.

Now many people in the village believe it because they really saw the money.

He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if the road was built all the way to the entrance of the village.

The tattooed man was taciturn, while the people from the company next to him were happily pouring wine, praising the beautiful scenery, the simple folk customs, and his son for his intelligence and talent.

The tattooed man drank a lot of wine, returned home, looked at his son's door, and said nothing.

But the next morning, after dinner, looking at his son's horny butt, he immediately waved his hand in disgust.

"Get out of here now, and stop twisting around here."

When the young man heard this, his eyebrows twitched slightly. He was a little surprised and wanted to show excitement, but he forced himself to suppress it. Finally, he lowered his head, responded, took careful steps, and disappeared quickly.

Of course he understood that his father would not stop him from continuing to do those things.

The young man rushed out of the house with the equipment. After a few seconds, he stuck his head out of the door again, still unable to help but beaming with excitement.

"Old man, just wait. When I make a lot of money in the future, I will give you two hundred thousand, no, three hundred thousand as a betrothal gift, and marry you a wife. I guarantee she will have a very good temper!"

The young man left a few words and disappeared.

The tattooed man had a gloomy face. He looked at the young man's disappearing back, and couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth.

His son still remembers what he said at least six or seven years ago.

Young people integrate quickly, are enthusiastic, hardworking and eager to learn. When they see something that interests them, they can read for hours without getting bored. When it comes to actual work, they have a spirituality that is not bound by dogma.

The people in the company liked this young man very much. After a few days, they started to let the young man shoot materials with them.

Of course, at present we are only taking pictures of nearby scenery and some public places. We have not entered some sensitive places or residents' homes to capture details.

But this step is almost here.

As of today, they just briefly mentioned that the preliminary materials are enough, and as for the rest, according to the agreement, they cannot shoot casually.

Immediately, some villagers started to get anxious, and the one who was anxious was the guy who ran the convenience store in the village.

After hearing this, he immediately started promoting his own home, saying that he agreed to be filmed and that he had a lot of things there, all odds and ends, very unique, and that it would definitely take several days to film.

The progress here is going well. When the young people are shooting, they are not as conservative as the people in the company.

Young people really know what can be photographed, what cannot be photographed, and what is in between. They can grasp it, shoot something in between first, and then slowly move forward.

When the company's people uploaded the materials, Wen Yan naturally saw them. Black Box sorted the materials and extracted the elements. Today, Wen Yan found something special.

It was a mural. The color of the wall had been blackened and blended with the wooden structure, making it look very blurry.

After black box restoration, you can see what's inside the mural.

It is a sacrificial scene. The people are very small and are worshipping, which is very common. The object of worship is a huge human silhouette.

Under this human-shaped outline, you can also see the shape of a long creature.

In the past, when Wen Yan saw the outline of this long creature in the mural, which was much larger than a human, he would definitely think it was a snake or a dragon.

But now it seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that the thing in the mural is a worm.

It is normal that the size comparison of the characters in the murals is not in normal proportion.

It is a very common approach to magnify important roles and minimize lower-ranking roles.

The progress of shooting in the past two days has obviously increased the things that can be seen and the places of value.

And according to the marks, these things were all taken by that young man.

That young man has some ideas.

Wen Yan even thought that he might as well prepare himself and go over for a look.

After much thought, he decided to take things step by step and not be impatient, as he was still too conspicuous.

This is fine now, normal business activities.

Three days later, instead of leaving, the company sent a few more people.

These people were specially selected. They are capable and know what to say and what not to say. They also know how to do things and can at least avoid unnecessary conflicts.

More and more people came, and they brought some supplies.

At night, they would pull up a curtain and show movies to the people in the village.

Sugar-coated bullets, one after another.

It was late at night again, and the tattooed man came to the back mountain again and entered the cave.

He followed the cave, turning several corners, and finally reached the deep end. There were already five old men covered in tattoos here.

"We must drive those people away quickly and not let them stay any longer."

"We received a call yesterday. Plus, one of the sacred mountains has disappeared. The chance to break the seal is getting closer. We must prepare."

"And your son, keep a close eye on him. He's getting bolder and bolder. Today he even dared to take those things and take pictures of the murals behind the village."

"If you can't do it, then we'll have to come in person."

A few old men with wrinkles on their faces were talking to each other, and after a few words, they started to blame the tattooed man.

The tattooed man remained silent and listened quietly.

He thought of the words in the old movie played yesterday: changing one's thoughts is the most difficult thing.

Death cannot do that either.

Ever since he began to indulge his son, the separation and ideological gap he felt when he met these elders became more and more obvious.

"We have received guidance. Obstacles have begun to appear. The sinister lackeys are crossing worlds to pursue the Emissary.

We must help him as much as possible, and start within seven days.

No matter what you do, we must drive those people away.

Otherwise, we can’t wait any longer, even at the risk of being discovered.”

After several elders spoke for a while, the tattooed man spoke in a deep voice.

"I have given them a deadline to leave within five days."

After saying this, he turned and left.

Several elders looked unhappy.

"He is increasingly looking down upon us."

"He may not be the right person to be the next one."

"His son is a good fit, but unfortunately, that kid can't learn at all."

"Forget it, let's prepare first."

Several elders of the tribe gathered together and took out a pitch-black jar.

They opened the seal on the black jar, cut their arms, and dripped blood into the jar.

A faint fluorescence began to appear in the jar, illuminating the environment inside.

In the jar, the remains of various insects were densely packed together.

There wasn't a single living insect inside. As the blood poured into it, the remains seemed to suddenly come alive, biting and fighting each other for blood.

After a moment, all the movable debris disappeared, leaving only some vague shadows of insects continuing to fight and kill each other inside.

The insect shadows continued to devour and eat each other. After an hour, only the last one remained.

The insect looked like a centipede and a caterpillar, quite strange.

The insect shadow was blurry, and it was not a soul. As the blood disappeared, one of the elders raised the black jar and slammed it heavily on the ground, breaking the jar into pieces.

The moment the jar broke, the insect shadow disappeared.

At the same time, in the dream.

The blurry figure is still running away.

It’s not that he was afraid, but the black shadow was like a dog-skin plaster, which could not be killed, solved, or gotten rid of, and it was enough to make people sick to death.

The blurry figure now dares not to go to some old dreams casually, and can only continue to go around in circles and waste time.

During the whole process, he actually couldn't do anything, and until now, one of his arms remains missing.

When crossing the area between the old dream and the present world again, the blurry figure saw the shadow of a worm.

He immediately grabbed the insect shadow and stuffed it into his mouth. Immediately afterwards, a blurry shadow squirmed on the side of his shoulder, and a insect shadow grew out, which quickly turned into a human-shaped arm.

(End of this chapter)