"Meeping … Glibbering … Meeping …"
Inside the silent autopsy room, Gu Jun's hands pressed heavily on the autopsy table. Strange whispers kept entering his mind. He had no idea where they came from, but they got louder and louder, like many ghosts and monsters were talking about some kind of conspiracy in the dark.
"Let him be." Wu Shiyu told the rest to stay put. He knew that Gu Jun was being hallucinated. "Let him be. I will keep a close eye on him."
This language … appeared to be made up of these two strange words. Just like how computer languages could express everything using 0 and 1, these two strange words could have different meanings depending on the rhythm …
Gu Jun's head was throbbing with pain, but he paid close attention. If not for the Carlop -style autopsy that had replenished his mental energy, he might not have been able to sustain this illusion.
Listening to the strange sounds, the illusion before his eyes soon materialized and swallowed him whole.
The night sky was dark, and the wind was bone-chilling. Gu Jun felt like he had entered a subjective perspective. He looked around and realized that he was lying on top of an old tree …
The moonlight was dim, and he could not see his surroundings clearly. There appeared to be some small yellow mud houses scattered all over the place.
There were no buildings taller than three stories, and there were no cement buildings. They were all old yellow mud houses. Some of the roofs were made of black tiles, while others were made of dried straw.
The road was deserted as well. There were weeds and trees everywhere. He could not see any smooth cement road, only dirt roads. There were no electric poles or anything that could be considered modern. The surrounding mountains looked eerie and creepy.
But Gu Jun recognized this place from the topography. This was … Nan Tang Village! The old Nan Tang Village …
"My perspective …" He was reminded of something. Was this the perspective of the village elder, Chen Shu?
More than eighty years ago, when Chen Shu was not a child or a teenager, he was hiding on a tree and saw Old Dog Uncle's family perform a mysterious ritual …
"Old Dog Uncle's house is over there." Even though the tree had been chopped down, Gu Jun could still recognize the direction because Old Dog Uncle's house was located at the foot of the mountain. The strange voice was also coming from that direction. It should be the strange words that Old Dog Uncle and the rest were chanting.
After seeing the black shadow, Chen Shu was so scared that he did not dare to look at it.
At this moment, Gu Jun controlled the view and looked through the gaps between the branches of the tree.
He saw that on the piece of land that later became a wasteland, there was a circle of yellow mud houses and trellises, and in the middle was a small courtyard.
With the help of the moonlight and candlelight, one could vaguely see a group of ten or so people mumbling in the courtyard.
Among them, there was a figure with a protruding jawbone that he found familiar. It was Old Dog Uncle.
And in the middle of the group, there appeared to be a blurry black shadow.
Gu Jun took a few more glances at it, and his head felt like it was going to explode. The black shadow did not look like it had a specific shape, like it had grown out of thin air …
It was blurry and illusory. Did it really exist? But Gu Jun could feel that it was sucking away the heat and spirit around it.
"Meeping … Glibbering …"
Old Dog Uncle and the rest faced the black shadow and continued to chant in that strange language. The black shadow seemed to be growing stronger and stronger …
Gu Jun felt a chill run down his spine. Chen Shu said that on the way back, he discovered that all the livestock in the village had died the next day as if they had lost their souls.
In other words, when the illusion appeared, the livestock had already been drained of their spirit … But why were the villagers unharmed?
Suddenly, the chill seeped into his heart. The darkness could not obscure his vision. He saw four figures walking on the muddy roads around the village. One of them looked like Chen Defa, and the other three were probably the people whose graves were dug up later on.
Each of them was holding a long bamboo pole. They walked to the wall of each villager's yellow mud house and knocked on the wooden window above them …
"Tat tat tat."
Soon, many more figures appeared on the village road under the night sky. They were the villagers.
They walked out of the houses expressionlessly and followed behind Chen Defa's group of four.
Everyone, regardless of whether they were men or women, young or old, or children of a few years old, all walked at the same pace, very slowly and powerlessly …
The voices in the strange language grew louder, like they were calling for something. The hundreds of people in the village soon gathered around Ol 'Uncle Dog's house.
They knelt on the ground and made strange noises, but it was not the strange language. It was just a rustling noise that sounded like the howling of wild beasts.
Meanwhile, Chen Defa's group of four walked into the yard.
Back then, all the villagers of Nan Tang Village had participated in this ritual in this way … These people were deceived by the illusion. What was the "roe deer meat" they ate …
Seeing this, Gu Jun's headache worsened, and the pain was so great that the illusion began to shake.
It was also at this time that he smelled the stench brought by the cold wind. It was the stench of corpses …
But he did not see where the corpses were, not in the yard, and not in the surroundings.
"Meeping … Glibbering …" At this time, Chen Defa's group of four joined Old Dog Uncle's family and also uttered the strange language. There was no sign of aging on their aged faces, but there was a fanaticism that bordered on madness. They were even more fanatical than Old Dog Uncle's family.
However, everyone in the courtyard spoke faster and faster until they abruptly came to a screeching halt.
The silent villagers suddenly turned to look at the big tree in unison. Their murky eyes were controlled by the dream.
"You're here," they said slowly. The voices of hundreds of people blended together to form an old voice.
It was the same words that Old Dog Uncle had said to him in the nightmare on the deserted island, "You're here …"
In that instant, Gu Jun felt a sharp pain in his heart. The illusion before his eyes shattered. He groaned in pain and almost collapsed on the autopsy table.
He was quickly held up by Uncle Dan and Cai Zixuan. Wang Ruoxiang asked urgently, "Are you alright?"
"Ah." Wu Shiyu sighed in relief. He felt better than the others. "He's fine, right?" She walked back to the sofa.
"I'll be fine after some rest …" Gu Jun allowed them to help him to sit down on a high stool. He thought about the meaning of the illusion.
But after a while, when he had just caught his breath, Uncle Dan seemed to hear something from his communicator headset. He nodded several times before his expression darkened. He told Gu Jun, "Ah Jun, the elder from Nan Tang Village, Chen Shu, has just passed away."
"What?!" Gu Jun's heart squeezed again.
Even though Chen Shu was ninety-five years old, he was still healthy and sane. He had been very cooperative since he was taken away by Phecda.
If there were no accidents, no one would doubt that Chen Shu could live to one hundred.
"Just when you saw the illusion," Uncle Dan said darkly. "Chen Shu suddenly went into delirium. He screamed in extreme fear, screaming, 'I didn't see it, I didn't see it'. His heart stopped, and the resuscitation failed. They're still working on it, but he's already ninety-five years old … "
Gu Jun took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He frowned as he stared at the impenetrable darkness. Anger, sadness, and fear surged within him.
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