The first volume of the funeral Chapter 14: The Wrong Man
Ke Xun subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a person through the gap in the firewood pile.
It is not quite accurate to say that it is a person.
This person was lying on the ground, naked, and moving slowly in a very strange posture.
The next second, Ke Xun realized that what was weird was not the man's posture, but his body.
This person is like a wrong human being that Nuwa accidentally created when she was creating humans out of clay.
**'s torso was twisted and bent, and the long spine was protruding, stretching the skin on his back to the point of almost breaking. On this bony and twisted torso, the man's limbs and head were scattered in a chaotic manner.
It was as if someone was assembling a small action figure and had randomly used 502 glue to stick its limbs and head to its back, chest, waist and abdomen, and all the organs were not in their original positions.
So this person has no way to walk and can only crawl or wriggle.
"He" was squirming with great effort, the pale and skinny leg on his back was kicking in anger and helplessness, his five toes were curled up, his black nails were turned outwards, revealing the dark red rotten flesh under the nails.
"His" head did not grow on his neck, and Ke Xun did not see where the head was. The thing closest to him was a hand of this "person", or five fingers to be exact. He did not see the palm, but only saw five slender fingers growing out from "his" ribs like tissue buds, constantly twisting and twitching.
When he first saw this "person", Ke Xun bit the tip of his tongue in time to prevent himself from making any sound out of shock. However, he did not dare to let go after that, for fear that once he let go of his tongue, the contents of his stomach would rush out all at once.
Is this the "thing" in the coffin? Why does the last descendant of the Li family look like this?
The situation before him did not allow him to think any further. After hearing the sound of firewood falling just now, this chaotically spliced body was squirming, trying to get closer to the source of the sound to find out what was going on.
what to do?
Ke Xun believed that the power of this thing was definitely not as slow and weak as it appeared to be. Once it came closer and saw him and Mu Yiran, it was unimaginable what would happen.
A pale arm slid through the gap in the firewood in front of Ke Xun as this "person" moved. The close distance allowed Ke Xun to fully feel the chill coming from the dead person's skin.
The chill was like the lips of dozens of dead people, sticking wetly and coldly to Ke Xun's skin, and quickly penetrating his flesh and seeping into his bones.
Ke Xun's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and the trembling even showed a tendency to get stronger.
It was this weird thing that was causing trouble! Ke Xun wanted to control his body, but his body was not under his control at all.
Ke Xun bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a trickle of salty and bitter blood flowed out from the corner of his lips, but this still could not stop the coldness in his body and his whole body from shaking more and more violently, until even his lips began to tremble, and suddenly a slightly cool finger pressed on them.
Immediately afterwards, Mu Yiran's elbow pressed silently against his ribs. He felt him exert a little force, and a piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body. If he hadn't pressed his mouth, Ke Xun would have almost cried out in pain. Sweat immediately broke out on his forehead and palms, and the chill that ran through his bones disappeared without a trace.
Ke Xun didn't have time to recall the pain. Through the gaps in the firewood in front of him, he saw that the deformed man had already rolled and moved most of his body. Under the limbs that were not sure whether they were arms or legs, a bunch of tangled and dirty hair was constantly moving.
Ke Xun followed the fluffy hair to its roots and saw a black, cracked mouth.
The hair grew out of the mouth, and it was so unkempt that the mouth had to be kept wide open, revealing dry, rotten, toothless gums.
The mouth slowly turned downwards, and a nose with a collapsed bridge appeared in the gap between the limbs. Turning further downwards, two lower eyelids appeared in Ke Xun's field of vision.
Just before he was about to meet this "person's" eyes, Ke Xun's vision went dark.
Mu Yiran gently blocked the gap in the firewood pile with the axe handle that had always been beside him. His movements were deft and precise, and no sound was made.
Ke Xun held his breath and listened to the movements of the "person" outside the firewood pile.
That "person" did not leave the firewood pile. Ke Xun didn't know whether "he" was observing or waiting. The chaotic limbs on his torso kept making a sound of rubbing against the skin. The sound was dry and rough, like a skin patient suffering from pruritus, who would rub his body and fish-scale-like skin flakes would fall off.
Ke Xun felt numb and itchy all over after hearing this.
After a few minutes, he realized that this was not a psychological reason, he was really itching all over his body.
This kind of itching is not just a gentle itching sensation, it is a rough, prickly itching feeling as if there are dense thorns under the epidermis.
This tingling and itchy feeling made Ke Xun feel so painful that he wished he could tear off his skin and then scratch his flesh with his long and sharp nails.
Ke Xun tried his best to bear it. He clenched his fists tightly and dug his nails into his palms to relieve the itching. He bit his lips hard, wishing he could bite off the itchy lip flesh and swallow it.
Unfortunately it was of no avail. The itchiness all over his body seemed to have backfired and increased exponentially. Ke Xun was so annoyed that his eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to die immediately.
Cruel, really cruel.
This deformed ghost thing is more cruel than killing people with your own hands.
Ke Xun felt that he had reached his limit. A voice in his mind was crying out in pain for him: I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t hold on any longer, I want to die, I want to die!
Ke Xun's consciousness told him that he wanted to die in the next second. He couldn't stand this and he would rather die.
Ke Xun snapped the last nerve of resistance in his consciousness. He finally lost all his reason. Just as he was about to jump up and ram his head against the wall to die once and for all, he felt Mu Yiran's finger suddenly pressing hard on the carotid artery in his neck. The next second, Ke Xun lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, Ke Xun saw Mu Yiran standing beside him, looking down at him coldly.
Half of his butt still had the aftereffects of being kicked.
The sky was already slightly bright, and a few rays of gray light filtered through the gaps in the wooden windows, shining on Mu Yiran's carefully carved facial features.
"It's dawn?" Ke Xun was startled and jumped up from the ground, "What about the deformity?"
Mu Yiran ignored him and turned to walk out.
Ke Xun thought of Wei Dong, strode out, left Mu Yiran behind in an instant, and rushed straight to the mourning hall.
At the entrance of the mourning hall, the paper-made boy and girl were still standing on both sides, looking at the visitors with happy smiles.
Ke Xun kicked the door open and rushed in. The scene in front of him almost scared him to death - he saw two headless corpses lying on the ground, and he knew one of them was Wei Dong's just by looking at the shape!
"Dongzi——"
Ke Xun shouted with difficulty, his entire spirit and emotions completely collapsed at this moment, he couldn't even remember how he rushed over, he couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that the person who died in such a tragic way in front of him was his close friend who grew up with him. He didn't know how to accept this result, his entire chest felt like it was smashed by a huge hammer -
"...Fuck...you're crushing me to death...get out of the way..." A groan suddenly came out of Wei Dong's body.
Ke Xun was stunned on the spot, and saw Wei Dong's big head slowly emerging from the neck of the "corpse", with a face full of pain: "... Get out of the way! Go howl away!"
"... Dongzi, are you... a human or a ghost?" Ke Xun looked at him in a daze.
"Get lost, you are the devil, stop cursing me !" Wei Dong rubbed his chest which was hurt by Ke Xun's pressure, and blew a breath on his face, "See, I am still alive!"
"..." Ke Xun looked at him for a long time, raised his hand to wipe his face, hiding the trembling in his voice, "Your bad breath can really stink up ghosts, I tell you..."
"I'm not going to kiss you, so why do you care?" Wei Dong calmed down, raised his eyes and saw Mu Yiran standing at the door, he jumped up and rushed over, "Boss! You are my savior, boss! I hid my head as you said, and it's really okay! It's really okay! I survived! I'm alive! Hahaha! Benefactor!"
"What's going on?" Ke Xun followed and asked.
Wei Dong repeated what Mu Yiran had told him last night, pointing to the other headless "corpse" on the ground: "Later I told Liu Yufei about it. When he heard that it was a method taught by the big boss, he stopped being crazy and howling. We followed his instructions, and it really worked!"
Liu Yufei slowly got up from the ground and stared at Mu Yiran: "So, you have solved this deadlock?"
"Whether the game has been cracked or not, we'll know after we go to the old man's house." Mu Yiran dropped a game indifferently, turned around and left the mourning hall.
Ke Xun followed him and turned to look at him: "Thank you, thank you for saving Dongzi and me."
Mu Yiran said calmly: "No need, I just want to give it a try."
Ke Xun smiled, said nothing more, and went to the old man's house with him.
Mu Yiran, Ke Xun, Wei Dong and Liu Yufei were the first four to arrive. Not long after they entered the door, the doctor and the pancake stall owner also came.
The pancake stall owner looked worse than the day before. He was listless and his face was pale. As soon as he entered the house, he slumped into a chair and sat in a daze without saying a word.
"How was it last night?" The doctor looked at Wei Dong and Liu Yufei, and was very surprised that they both survived.
Before Wei Dong could answer, the door opened again and the two men who were responsible for digging the grave last night came in.
Everyone looked at each other and suddenly paused.
Eight people.
Of the eight people who survived the night before, none was missing after last night.
According to the rules for fixing the bug in the painting, these eight people will now vote.
They have to choose someone who is about to be killed.
