There is a trick

Chapter 137 Plague-stricken Meat Dumplings (1/2)

Zhou Chang gathered his spiritual energy and attached it to the thread of thoughts that was entangled with the old man who had lost his son - Cui Ai's father, and followed Cui's father back home.

Only Cui's father lives at home.

He sat in the dim main room, with not a single light coming in from the doors and windows.

Even if the oil lamp on the table was lit, it would not be able to dispel the lonely and cold atmosphere.

It seemed to be equally dark inside and outside the house.

Sitting in the house, Cui's father cried once again in front of the 'spirit tablet of his late son Cui Ai' placed on the table.

The old man's murmurs lingered in the room, adding to the sad atmosphere.

Zhou Chang wandered around the houses of the Cui family with his spirit, but gained nothing.

He was not anxious. With a flash of his soul, he left the Cui family's house and flew to another house.

——When Cui's father came into contact with other people on the street, Zhou Chang also took the opportunity to split the thoughts and directed them to other people.

Now, he just followed these strands of thoughts and went to other people's homes to find out the truth.

Zhou Chang used his spirit to travel freely through the houses and courtyards of his deceased son's village.

In every household he passed, there was only an old widower left, who was standing in front of the tablets of his deceased sons and daughters, muttering something with a dazed look on his face and sadness.

There has never been two elderly people in a family. There is always one elderly person living alone in the house.

Zhou Chang traveled around and soon discovered:

First, among the homes he visited, the majority of the deceased on the tablets he saw were named after the Cui family, and most of the deceased were men.

Secondly, these deceased people with the surname Cui seemed to be vaguely related to each other. Even the female deceased people who were not surnamed Cui were often the wives of deceased men with the surname Cui.

“This Baiguo Village can also be called Cuijia Village.

There are many people with the surname Cui gathered here.

I wonder if they have a place like a family tree temple?"

Zhou Chang's mind was racing, and he unknowingly wandered from the front street of Baiguo Village to the back street.

It was pitch dark and I couldn't see my fingers.

However, there were still many villagers walking back and forth or standing there in a daze on the streets below.

Wandering in the streets and alleys, Zhou Chang listened to the occasional greetings from villagers passing by in the dark:

"All in."

"Uncle Cui San."

"In Jade."

"..."

Zhou Chang didn't notice anything unusual. Every time he passed a house, he would sneak into the main room, look at the names on the tablets on the table, and write them down silently.

After visiting many households, he did not see the ancestral hall or genealogy temple of the village.

It is clearly a village with the same surname, but there is no ancestral hall built or family tree compiled, which is very strange.

Even so, after Zhou Chang passed by many households in Baiguo Village, he gradually compiled a family tree with some incomplete surnames for them in his heart.

He once again walked out of a certain household, from the home of Cui Ai's father in the southeast corner of Wangzi Village where he first settled, and gradually approached the northwest corner of the village. Here, he heard people greeting each other with a familiar name -

The names that had been listed on the tablets of the households in the northwest of the village now began to appear frequently in the greetings of the villagers in the southeast!

When Zhou Chang first heard the villagers calling each other by the deceased's name, he was a little surprised, but then he thought it was just these people walking on the street who had the same name as the deceased.

But when he heard more and more frequently that the names that were originally listed on the tablets were now the names of living villagers here - a guess gradually began to brew in his heart!

As he compared these names with the incomplete family tree he had compiled in his mind, the guess in his heart became clearer and clearer!

It's becoming more and more imminent!

until—

Zhou Chang stood under the thatched eaves of a roadside house, silently recording the ways passersby addressed each other, writing down their respective names and matching them with the family tree in his heart.

At this time, a man dressed in black, whose face was glowing white in the dark, passed by the roadside.

The man glanced at Zhou Chang casually, which made Zhou Chang's heart suddenly jump!

When Zhou Chang was alert, another man holding a bamboo pole came towards the middle-aged man in black.

When Zhou Chang saw the man holding the bamboo pole, his mind was also shaken for a moment.

——The man holding the bamboo pole was the blind young man who had led Zhou Chang and his party into Da'an Village and "kindly" showed them the way!

At this moment, the blind young man's eyes were bright and sharp. How could he still look blind? !
Zhou Chang watched the blind young man in a trance state, and could see dense, illusory black hairs all over his body slowly wriggling and floating into the air - these illusory black hairs were of the same origin as the gusts of black wind that had blown before!
The black hair on the blind young man's body also has the ability to spread the plague!

At this moment, Zhou Chang's wisest choice was to immediately rely on the thought thread and fly away. The man in black and the blind young man were not people he could afford to offend.

But his thoughts flashed, and at this moment he summoned the "Da Pin Xin Dan Sutra" -

Zhou Chang looked at the blind young man. The distorted and incomplete words kept being arranged and reorganized in his vision, turning into a language that Zhou Chang could understand:

"Plague Meat Zongzi: A strange person with 'plague ghost meat' growing on his body.

???

? ? ? "

Plague meat dumplings?!

Zhou Chang turned his gaze and looked at the man in black:
"I've never seen it before, I don't know where it comes from!"

The words on the "Dapin Xindan Sutra" suddenly trembled. At this moment, they formed two big characters in Zhouchang's field of vision. The two characters kept trembling, and they shook out endless double images!

"Danger! Danger! Danger!"

at this time!

The blind young man Hu Asi approached the white-faced man in black and called out, "Cui Ai!"

——As soon as he heard this name, Zhou Changquan understood!
He immediately tried to escape from here with the help of the thread of thought!
However, at this moment, the rolling black hair on the body of "Hu Asi, the Plague-Bearing Dumpling" seemed to have turned into poisonous dragons, wrapping around Zhou Chang!
At this time, Cui Ai also turned his head to look at Zhou Chang, and a sad expression suddenly appeared on his dazed face.

That sad expression made Zhou Chang's mind dim for a moment. He felt that everything in the world had lost its meaning and life had no direction. He just wanted to die in an instant!
He just wants to die!
boom!
In an instant, all of Zhou Chang's yellow fox hair was ignited by the karmic fire, burning through the talisman armor covering his body!
The raging karmic fire raged on Zhou Chang's soul, and the fierce fire filled Zhou Chang's chest, causing his dark and gloomy mood to be ignited in an instant by the rolling karmic fire!

The fire of ignorance and karma was raging in Zhou Chang’s soul!

"You're a fucking bastard!!!"

Zhou Chang suddenly cursed!
As the curse word came out of his mouth, the sadness that was flooding his heart faded away.

He stared at Cui Ai, a white-faced man dressed in black, and said repeatedly: "Your whole village is full of dead ghosts!

Cui Ai died at the west end of the village, but was alive at the east end!

Cui Quanhe died at the east end of the village, but was alive at the west end!

Cui Zai Yu was the son of Cui Quanhe. He died in the west end of the village, but lived in the south end!

Cui Zaiyu is your Cui Ai's father——

You are separated by generations, dying here and living there—

Is there a single living person in your entire village?!"

The entire Baiguo Village is basically a community of dead children to each other!

For example, the first person Zhou Chang sent his thoughts to was Cui Zai Yu, who lived alone in a courtyard in the southwest corner of Baiguo Village, mourning his deceased son Cui Ai day and night.

However, 'Cui Ai' is now living well in the northeast corner of Baiguo Village.

Moreover, even this 'Cui Zai Yu' is another spirit tablet on the table in a house somewhere in the south of the village, and is the object of memorial for another old man!

After this cycle continued, all the descendants of the Cui family in the entire Wangzi Village died out completely, generation after generation!

But they are strangely scattered throughout the Lost Son Village. The father and son never see each other, and both think that their beloved son is dead, so they miss each other day and night!

And this Cui Ai——

Zhou Chang still doesn't know whether Cui Ai's child is also dead? !
"My child...

My...my son——"

At this moment, the thick, indissoluble darkness wrapped around the white-faced Cui Ai suddenly turned into a black river, flooding the long black hair that erupted from the plague-ridden Hu Asi's body, and at the same time covering Zhou Chang!

The "sadness" deposited in that dark river is enough to make ordinary people fall just by taking a glance!

"Are you here to get your eyes back?!"

Hu Asi, the plague-like meat dumpling, stared at Zhou Chang and made a sinister sound at the same time. The long hair that was submerged in the black river was stretched straight and swirled, causing a fierce black hair wind to blow across the sky and earth!

"Woo!"

Howling ghosts and gods!

In the black wind, the confused villagers walking on the street suddenly turned into black smoke and flew towards the black river that overflowed from the white-faced Cui Ai!

Throughout the Wangzi Village, there was black smoke that was transformed from the villagers, which continuously flowed into the black river!

This river that accumulates strong "sad air" is also a kind of "plague". This kind of plague attacks other people's minds and makes them sink into endless powerless sadness, unable to break free and unable to extricate themselves!

"Shh!"

The Black River and the Black Hair Wind rushed towards Zhou Chang, and they were also fighting against each other!

Zhou Chang took advantage of the respite brought by the confrontation between the two and flew away along the clumps of thoughts!
Boom boom boom!
The Black River washed away the already crumbling houses in Wangzi Village, and like a flood that broke through a dam, it created huge waves and rushed towards Zhou Chang who was fleeing far away.

The black hair wind also came instantly, and in just a moment, it put out the raging fire that was surrounding Zhou Chang's body!
Shattered the rune armor on his body!
Tearing apart the 'immortal hair' that was entwined around his soul!
Critical moment!
Zhou Chang pulled out the pure red coffin nail, wrapped it with thread of thought, and threw it into the endless black wind and river water!
(End of this chapter)