Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 583 A Period of History

The drizzling rain in the sky was still falling. Just as Fang Zheng turned to look at the shopping building, he was in another dark, narrow house in the southeast asian city.

In the darkness, there was a little fire that flickered and extinguished. Between the lights, it seemed that it was a flame from a Incense.

At this moment, this incense stick was inserted in an antique incense burner in front of a shrine.

With the burning of incense, there were occasional Fragrant Ashes sprinkles, as well as... The air reeked of rotting corpses.

The stench of rotting corpses came from the incense stick in the dark.

Rustling...

It was the swaying sound of a tree shadow being blown by the wind and rain. On the glass window outside the house, a strange black tree shadow reflected, like a hand clinging to the glass window twisting back and forth.

At first, I thought it was a tree shadow, but if I looked closely, I would find that there was a tree shadow in one of the areas. It was very strange, like a human face outline, motionless, not swaying back and forth like a tree shadow in the wind and rain.

Suddenly! It was a face, stuck to the glass outside the window at some point, motionless, as if lying on top of the dark glass window at night, as if peeping into the house.

It was only because there were no lights in the house, plus it was raining heavily outside and the night was dark that no human faces were found at first.

It was also because of the darkness of the night that he could not see the face clearly...

But this was the weirdest thing, the weirdest thing was that the face had only the head, not the body below the neck... It didn't seem like someone was peeking out of the window!

It was more like a head peeking out of the window! It left its body and floated in the air!

It was a very strange scene, without a body's head, in the dead of night, lying outside the glass window and peeping into the room, the more one thought about it, the more frightening it became.

But just then, an old woman's voice came from the room.

"Hmph!"

The old woman's voice was discontented and cold.

"To turn barbarians into barbarians is to turn barbarians into barbarians. They are not civilized at all. They do not know etiquette."

"Haven't your parents ever taught you how to be polite and not kill a cat out of curiosity?!"

The old woman's voice was as shrill as a wild cat's, extremely harsh and unpleasant.

There was actually another person in this room.

It was only because the lights were not turned on in the house and the rainy night was especially dark that they could not find anyone in the house at first.

But what was most surprising was that the old woman spoke chinese, not southeast asian.

She's from home.

Not the natives of southeast asia.

Rustling...

The shadow of the tree outside the window was still swaying in the wind and rain, except for the silhouette of the face hidden in the shadow of the tree, which kept the original action of lying on the window, motionless.

"I heard a rumor that there was a snowstorm in the east..." Outside the window, a sinister middle-aged man's voice sounded.

The middle-aged man also spoke chinese, but his voice was not as smooth as the old woman's. His chinese was very poor and awkward, with a strong accent of southeast asian natives.

The source of the sound seemed to be the direction of the floating face outside the window.

The sinister voice continued, "At that time... Because of the cold weather, no matter what seeds were planted in the fields... They could not live... Leading to famine... Many people died. People ate all the animals and wild vegetables in the mountains and began to search for food in the mountains... Later, there was a farmer who went deeper into the mountains to hunt... No one knew what the farmer had gone through in the mountains, and he didn't come back for three days..."

"Just when the farmers thought that he was killed in the mountains, they must have met some tiger, bear, wolf, leopard and wild animal, which was eaten by the wild animal. As a result, on the third day, this farmer brought back a lot of food and saved the lives of the whole village... From that day on, the village had changed. It had been a day without going out, with every family locked up, reading sutras, burning incense, worshipping gods... No farming, no work, no hunting, but the whole village was starved to death. Don't you think it's strange?"

"At that time, the people who were starving began to wonder if this village had surplus food in the past, so they could not starve to death. Then someone started sneaking into the village to steal food. Guess what happened later? The people who came into the village actually returned to the village with carts and carts of grain. From that day on, those villages became exactly like the first village. They didn't have to work, they didn't have to go out, they burned incense every day, chanted sutras, and they could not starve to death."

"Ha..." The sinister voice outside the window suddenly let out a short laugh, which seemed to be sarcastic and mocking.

"Until one day, a taoist priest passed by these villages and his face changed greatly. He immediately went to the local government. Do you know why the taoist priest suddenly changed his face?"

The old woman in the room did not speak this time, but the sinister voice outside the window continued to speak.

"I heard that the taoist priest and the government drove several cars, one car after another, and the bodies were constantly being transported out of the villages. It took days and nights to transport all the villagers' bodies."

"So... Hehe, the villagers of those villages have already starved to death. They have all died into dry corpses. They don't even know that they are already dead. They still lock themselves in the house and burn incense and chant all day... They worship not a god, but a shrine."

"What food, what food, until the monk found out, it was revealed that everything was fake. Later, the monk led the way and led many troops into the mountains to search for the mountains. No one knew about the situation in the mountains, only that there was a fire in the mountains, and the forest fire burned for a whole day and night..."

"It turns out that there are a group of people who want to continue practicing their lives when their spirit is exhausted. They spread believers everywhere, believe in them, worship them, and use incense to cultivate. In this way, they keep themselves in the age when their spirit is not exhausted. Because they can't cultivate, their bodies collapse and perish. However, I recently heard a rumor that most of those people died, and only a few escaped the encirclement and fled to southeast asia, hiding until today."

"I think the shrine in this house is similar to the one that the villagers worship in those villages. You can't be one of those people, can you?"

Silence.

"How much more do you know?" The old woman's voice in the room rose again.

The sound was so erratic in the room that it was difficult to locate it accurately.

Outside the window, a sinister voice said, "I also heard that... These people are still able to practice the' 72 earth evil spirit incense score'. Let me guess, that stick of incense in this room is not one of the incense in' 72 earth evil spirit incense score', right? What are you going to do when you light' 72 earth evil spirit incense score' in the city? What's the purpose?"

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