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And Uncle Zhang behind him didn't speak, but the strength of grabbing Wuchen became stronger.

"Paper man." Wuchen shouted.

Hearing this sound, the paper figurine who followed Wuchen quickly moved towards Uncle Zhang, and swung a fist at Uncle Zhang's head, only to see that Uncle Zhang's head was only tilted, and did not hurt at all.

"Is this your hole card? If you only have this, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out today."

Uncle Zhang laughed mockingly, and saw that he stretched out a hand and grabbed the paper figurine. Seeing this, the paper figurine ran away quickly, but Uncle Zhang stretched out his hand and moved towards the paper figurine. direction.

But at this time, Wu Chen was terrified, in front of him, another paper figurine appeared and walked towards Uncle Zhang.

"Why are they all such boring tricks, just like you, it's so boring." Uncle Zhang sneered, not paying attention to the extremely powerful paper figurine, and fought with the paper figurine with his only remaining hand together.

Wu Chen turned around and found that besides Uncle Zhang, there were a dozen or so strange villagers following behind him. They were holding sickles, machetes and the like, and came aggressively.

Seeing this, Wuchen's heart skipped a beat, and he ran out of the village to his death, he didn't dare to stay here for another second, and Uncle Zhang was entangled with two paper figurines, so he should be able to buy some time for Wuchen.

"'This Uncle Zhang is so powerful, the two paper figures are no match for him, I am afraid that in this village, Uncle Zhang should be the most powerful existence, even Aunt Li is no match for him."

Wuchen ran while thinking: "It would be great if there was a strong supporter, I don't have to be so embarrassed."

But the reality is cruel, and the dream is beautiful, Wu Chen can only keep this idea in his heart, and runs towards the grave in the back mountain.

As if blocked by the paper figurine, the sound of the footsteps behind gradually faded away, but Wuchen still didn't dare to slow down. There were a lot of gravel along the way, and the barefoot Wuchen was already dripping with blood.

"Compared to life, this bit of pain is nothing, we must persevere."

Enduring the pain on the soles of his feet, Wuchen gritted his teeth and kept running. In front of him, raised mounds gradually appeared one after another. At a glance, there were at least dozens of them.

"This should be the tomb, I didn't expect so many."

Wuchen (King Nuo's) stopped in front of the tomb, not knowing what to do for a while: "They only let me come to the back mountain, but they didn't tell me what to do."

"Is it by the rattle?"

Wu Chen thought, and took out the rattle from his arms. During this process, he kept watching behind him, he was afraid that those people would rush over suddenly, leaving him no time to react.

"According to Aunt Li's words, there is a tomb where many people's heads are buried, even she herself is buried in it."

"It stands to reason that this tomb should be larger than the others."

Suddenly there was a burst of screaming in the distance. Hearing this sound, Wuchen became a little anxious: "It seems that they already knew that I came here, and they chased me to their death."

Wu Chen hurriedly walked past the tombs one by one, the surrounding tombs were all about the same size, Wu Chen couldn't find a grave that was obviously bigger.

Chapter 207 Nine Memories

Suddenly at this moment, his chest became hot, and Wuchen felt as if a piece of hot iron was on his chest, branded on his chest.

"Is that what happened to the rattle?"

Wu Chen shook the rattle from his arms and dropped it to the ground, only to see that the rattle that fell on the ground rang by itself, and the color on it also turned into the color of molten iron.

"What's going on, why did it suddenly become like this, is there something around that caused his reaction?"

Wuchen looked towards the grave next to him, and the careful Wuchen immediately saw the difference in this tomb.

At the corner of the tomb, there is a crumpled piece of paper, which seems to have just been thrown away. Although there are some yellowing spots on it, the writing is still clearly visible.

Wu Chen picked up the piece of paper and looked outside.

"Buwa, Buwa, why are you missing?"

"Where did your head go? Is it buried in a grave?"

"Someone said they liked your head, so I went to the grave and dug your head out."

"In addition to seeing you in the tomb, I also saw many heads like you."

"I played a game with them and buried me in the grave."

After reading this sentence, Wu Chen sketched Aunt Li's terrifying appearance again deep in his heart: "Why do I always think of her, even if it's scary, it shouldn't be like this."

　963 "But, who would throw this piece of paper here not long ago, could it be Aunt Li? No, it can't be her. She is illiterate and can't even write."

"Who would that be?"

Wu Chen thought for a while, then picked up the piece of paper again, looking at the font on it, Wu Chen felt more and more familiar, he seemed to have seen this word somewhere, but seemed to have forgotten it again.

"I must have seen it, where is it?"

Wu Chen carefully recalled the previous events, and as the memory deepened, a familiar person appeared in his mind, and this person was himself.

"How could it be me, but this font is indeed exactly the same as mine."

"Have I been here before?"

Wu Chen substituted the memory into the past, but couldn't find any memory of coming here.

"Could it be that someone imitated my handwriting and threw this paper here?"

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps not far away.

Wuchen looked over quickly, and saw that one of Uncle Zhang's arms was broken, and he was leading a dozen people towards here, aggressively.

"I didn't expect that it has come now. Time (dabe) waits for no one. It seems that I have to hurry up."

Wuchen picked up the hot rattle, gritted his teeth and shook it vigorously.

He only heard the sound of "ding ding ding", and with this sound, "ding ding ding" sounded around him. Wuchen looked over and saw hanging on the trees not far away. Ringing the bells, I don't know why, these rattles also made a "ding ding ding" sound.

The wind gradually became stronger at this time, and the trees shook continuously.

"Could it be that the wind blows?"

And the rattle in Wuchen's hand was not as hot as before, and it was making a "ding ding ding" sound. In the distance, when Uncle Zhang heard this sound, his expression changed, and his pace quickened again.

These rattles made a crisp sound, like the prelude to a nursery rhyme, but at this moment, a voice appeared behind Wu Chen, and the voice seemed to be spoken by many people together.

"Buwa, Buwa, why are you missing?"

"Where did your head go? Is it buried in a grave?"

"Someone said they liked your head, so I went to the grave and dug your head out."

"In addition to seeing you in the tomb, I also saw many heads like you."

"I played a game with them and buried me in the grave."

Hearing this voice, Wu Chen's face turned pale: "This voice appeared behind me. Could it be that these people have crawled out of their graves?"

Wuchen swallowed his throat, he turned around, and found three or four people standing behind him, looking at Wuchen resentfully.

"Why do you look at me like this? Could it be that I killed you?" Wuchen kept backing away, but Uncle Zhang rushed over with a group of people behind him.

The current situation is a dilemma for Wuchen, if he takes a wrong step, he will fall into the abyss.

"Wuchen, don't run away. Instead of letting them kill you, let me take you back to the village. Only when you go back to the village will you be honest and do your duty."

"Every time your memory wakes up, it makes it very difficult for us."

Hearing this, Wu Chen's eyes widened, and he looked at Uncle Zhang with a pale complexion: "I said why my memory is messed up, it's all because of you."

"Could it be that when my memory came back to life, I was also captured by you?"

When Uncle Zhang walked to the grave, he slowed down slowly. He also seemed to be afraid of the people behind Wuchen, and he slowly approached Wuchen: "You said, you have awakened nine times before, and you want to escape again and again. village, but I captured them all and brought them back.”

As he said that, he glanced at the people behind Wuchen, and said, "You don't want to rely on them to help you get out of here, do you know who killed them?"

"It turns out that I have awakened nine times before, so this is the tenth time." Wu Chen was secretly startled, he did not expect that he had awakened nine times before, but these nine times were undoubtedly captured by Uncle Zhang.

"What is the purpose of them arresting me and keeping me in the village?"

As soon as this mystery appeared, it lingered in Wuchen's mind.

Sighing, Wu Chen looked at Uncle Zhang: "If I knew who killed them, would I still be walking around like a headless chicken?"

"Actually, they were all killed by you, so in order to prevent you from waking up all your memories, we must control you. When your memories are all waking up, that's not who you are now." Uncle Zhang said.

I saw Uncle Zhang walking towards Wuchen while talking, as if he was very anxious.

"Really, do you think I will believe your words? In my opinion, you are a complete liar who just wants to control me, although I don't know what your purpose is." Wuchen backed away while talking, but he I met a cold person, and that person's body was extremely cold.

"Corpse?" Wuchen trembled in his heart. He looked at Uncle Zhang, who looked at him mockingly, as if he wanted to see what happened next.

"Am I going to be buried here today?" Wuchen felt impatient. In Sangzhong Village, he felt that there were many mysteries, but he just knew these mysteries and hadn't solved them.

Every word of the people next to him made him desperately want his identity and the secrets of the village.

But apparently some people didn't want him to know.

Chapter 208

The person behind who Wuchen touched stretched out an arm, put it on Wuchen's shoulder, and held Wuchen tightly.

"You killed us all, what else is there to say now, why don't you live in the tomb with us."

Hearing this, Wuchen froze in place: "Could it be that I really killed him, or is it all a hoax, the purpose is to make me fall into self-doubt and make my memory go wrong."

At this time, another hand grabbed Wuchen's shoulder and pulled Wuchen back.

Juli grabbed Wuchen and made Wuchen retreat step by step. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the grave, Wuchen made up his mind and set the last paper figurine on fire.

"You forced me to do this. In fact, I don't want to do this at all. If you insist on fighting against me, then I can only do this."

The paper figurine appeared behind Wu Chen, fighting with the four people behind him.

After being freed from restraints, Wuchen felt a burst of relief in his heart, while Uncle Zhang in front touched his broken left arm, obviously still harboring a grudge about what happened before.

"This paper figurine of yours should have been given to you by Zhang Mazi, isn't he still alive?"

The sound of scuffling together behind him was really scary, Wu Chen took a few steps forward, deliberately keeping a certain distance from Uncle Zhang and behind: "It's none of your business whether he died or not, do you know - this paper man? "

Uncle Zhang moved his body and looked at Wuchen: "Back then you also relied on this paper figure to have the possibility to detour us. The third paper figure is gone. Let's see what you can use to fight us."

As he said that, Uncle Zhang walked towards Wuchen first, and a dozen people behind him also roared and followed.

A bad premonition appeared in Wuchen's heart, he kept stepping back, and raised the rattle: "If you guys come closer to me again, I will ring this rattle, anyway, I don't know what it is for. "

Uncle Zhang stopped with a gloomy expression: "The thing I regret the most is letting you get the rattle, but you got the rattle three times out of the first nine times, so we caught it."

"Do you think you can stop us with this rattle?"

After speaking, Uncle Zhang continued to walk over. On the way, he snatched an ax from the person behind him.

"You have nowhere to escape now, why not follow me back."

Wu Chen didn't speak, he kept thinking: "Things have reached this point, I don't know what happened the first nine times, but this time I must seize my opportunity."

On the other side, there was a scream, and the paper figurine was seized by four people who crawled out of the tomb. These people crawled on the paper figurine, constantly gnawing on it.

"Oops, it seems like that's the only way to go."

There were wolves before and tigers behind, Wuchen had to ring the bell now, Wuchen gritted his teeth and rang the bell vigorously.

The sound of "ding ding ding" sounded.

I saw gusts of wind blowing all around, as if something was about to come out.

"Wuchen, Wuchen, why are you here?"

This voice kept calling Wuchen's name, which made Wuchen feel a wave of fear.

"Who are you and why are you calling me by my name?" Seeing Uncle Zhang's complexion became solemn, Wuchen's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help shouting.

In his opinion, what kind of terrifying person could make Uncle Zhang, who couldn't even beat two paper figurines, look serious.

The voice calling for Wuchen didn't stop, but there wasn't a single figure around.

At this time, a vortex appeared in the sky, and the whole world seemed to change color. I saw a huge blue hand stretched out from the vortex, and grabbed Wuchen.

"How is it possible? What's going on? Why does my back itch so much?"

There seemed to be countless ants crawling back and forth on Wuchen's back, which made Wuchen feel itchy, which made him very uncomfortable.

It was also the first time Uncle Zhang saw this kind of scene. He looked at the big blue hand in the sky in horror, and quickly backed away.

At this time, countless black chains appeared in the sky, binding the big blue hand and quickly pulling the big hand back.

I saw bursts of roars coming from the vortex, it seemed that the owner of the big blue hand became anxious, and the speed of reaching Wuchen accelerated, but the big blue hand was tightly bound by the black chains, and he couldn't move at all. a cent.

"Why do I seem to have seen this before? Where did I see it?" A sense of familiarity flooded Wu Chen's mind, and Wu Chen felt that this big blue hand was not only not afraid, but the tension in his heart eased a little.

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