The photographer is dead.
Chengzi turned around and saw the photographer standing motionless in front of the meat stall, feeling deep sadness in his heart.
She is an ordinary person through and through. If the photographers had not paid so much attention to her along the way, she would have been trapped in the village by the monsters in the Silent Village even if she had not died.
"Why doesn't he leave?" Bai Mo also stopped.
Chengzi suppressed his sadness and shook his head: "He is different from me. He wants to go home."
"Oh." Bai Mo nodded and left the village with Cheng Zi without a care.
"By the way, don't be afraid later." Halfway through, he suddenly reminded.
"What's wrong?"
"I am a gravekeeper, so I live in the cemetery."
"Grave...cemetery?" Cheng Zi froze and couldn't help but secretly look at Bai Mo's pale skin.
Speaking of which, this person's skin is simply too white. It must not be the effect of cosmetics...
She swallowed quietly. From what she knew, there was a forbidden creature called a vampire that had very white skin, was cruel by nature, and loved sucking blood, but it couldn't speak.
"Yes, so when you see the coffin and tombstone later, you don't have to worry too much."
"oh oh."
Without stopping, the two walked through the foggy road and finally arrived at the cemetery.
Seeing the neatly arranged tombstones in front of her, Chengzi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this place was not as gloomy as she imagined.
She followed Bai Mo and walked along the long and narrow path towards the house. Suddenly she was curious: "Why are there no words on these tombstones?"
"Who knows."
Bai Mo was silent for a moment and said without looking back, "I'm just a gravekeeper, responsible for guarding this cemetery. I don't know so much about the others."
Chengzi thought thoughtfully, there are indeed many cemeteries in City No. 3. Although there is probably no information about this place, you can still try to check it out after you go back.
...if I can go back alive.
The surroundings were so quiet, you couldn't hear the chirping of insects or birds, and you couldn't even see any green plants, as if there were no living things.
"This place is so desolate," she said, "Aren't you lonely alone?"
"Why are you lonely?" Bai Mo opened the door, turned his head and glanced at Chengzi inexplicably, and said strangely, "I'm not alone."
"It turns out like..."
Chengzi smiled, but his expression suddenly became dull.
She shrank her neck and looked around blankly, but she only saw rows of cold tombstones. She couldn't help but swallowed and forced a smile, "Is there... is there anyone else here?"
Bai Mo didn't answer and walked straight into the room. Chengzi froze on the spot, feeling like there were countless pairs of eyes behind him looking at him. He suddenly became excited and quickly followed in.
Of course she could see that neither the cemetery nor the so-called gravekeeper was normal, but she had no thoughts of running away just yet.
Compared to facing the unknown dangers outside, at least her current situation is relatively safe.
The house is small and quite simple, with no electronic equipment visible. Even the stove used for cooking is a very primitive stove, which requires dry wood to light a fire.
Bai Mo lowered his head and started to deal with the things he bought. He said without raising his head: "I'll cook. You can just find a place to sit."
Chengzi couldn't figure out the other party's details, so how could he dare to eat and drink for free? What if the other party got angry and turned him into a dish?
"That's so embarrassing."
She quickly sat down in front of the stove, picked up the old-fashioned lighter, looked at it for a moment, and said in a panic, "How about I help you light the fire."
Bai Mo thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, today's meal will be very special. After all, I found an ingredient that I haven't seen for a long time."
Ingredients?
Chengzi was about to ask what it was, but suddenly came back to his senses, wait, the ingredients he was talking about...
Could it be referring to me?
She hurriedly raised her head, and just met the other person's smiling eyes... and the kitchen knife that was still bleeding in his hand.
"despair."
"Gulu."
The sound of dripping blood and the sound of swallowing saliva sounded at the same time, and the atmosphere was quite subtle.
Chengzi forced herself to calm down. She cleared her mind and planned to light a fire first so that she wouldn't be able to control her thoughts.
But because she had never used this kind of stove before, and she was running around in fear, she didn't light the fire for a long time, but she made herself look miserable.
Bai Mo couldn't help but sigh when he saw it.
When the girl heard this, she didn't know what she thought of. She immediately shrank her neck and looked frightened.
He was secretly amused. The girl didn't know what happened to her. Like a frightened bird, he walked to the stove, motioned for the girl to leave, and said, "Let me do it. If you act like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat in the morning."
Chengzi walked aside blankly, and soon saw a fire rising and the flames swaying. Even though there was only sporadic light and warmth, it made her feel a lot more at ease.
The young man's pale face flickered in and out of view under the firelight. As she looked at it, she became less scared, so she said, "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Mo Qingcheng, and I am a reporter."
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"Qingcheng?" Bai Mo looked the girl up and down and nodded in agreement, "She is indeed pretty."
Mo Qingcheng's face turned red, and it took him a while to explain to the other party what the two words were.
"My name is Bai Mo." As if he was afraid that the other party would misunderstand, Bai Mo explained seriously, "Bai is the one who prostitutes for nothing, and Mo is the one with no ink on her chest. Well...it's not the foam that foams at the mouth."
"..."
Can't you form a better word?
Mo Qingcheng looked strange, but felt inexplicably relieved. From the current point of view, this guy didn't seem to be a monster.
At least he's not a difficult monster to deal with.
She mustered up the courage and was about to ask about the silent village, but her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a clanging sound outside the house.
What sound?
She listened carefully, but found nothing. She thought it was her imagination and was about to continue asking, but she heard the clang again, and it was louder than the first time.
"Did you hear anything?" She was a little scared. After all, this was a cemetery. Who knew what weird things were there.
There was no grass growing outside, and no living things could be seen at all. The most common things there were only tombstones and coffins.
Bai Mo had already lit up the fire and replied: "No."
No?
Mo Qingcheng waited for a moment, and the voice stopped appearing.
She was determined to explore the Buyu Village to the end. She had already prepared a draft in her mind and was about to speak again——
Almost at the same time, a more violent clang sounded outside the house, and the movement was quite loud.
This time it was not an illusion, because Bai Mo had already frowned and walked out of the kitchen and opened the door outside.
Mo Qingcheng hurriedly followed, and after just one glance outside the house, her expression suddenly changed.
In the twilight, the coffin boards in the deep pit kept bouncing and falling, rising and falling like huge black hailstones, making a dull sound.
What is this, the corpse is playing with pushing the coffin board?
Mo Qingcheng was frightened. She didn't dare to get close to the coffin and look at it. She quickly turned to look at Bai Mo, only to see that the latter's face was as dark as water, as if he was brewing something.
She had actually noticed the yellow talisman on the door a long time ago, and after thinking about it, she suddenly realized it.
I know, could it be...
Could it be that Bai Mo is a Taoist priest?
That's not right. Can a Taoist priest control the monsters in the restricted area?
In order to be a good journalist in forbidden areas, she had done a lot of homework in advance and knew that monks and other practitioners had explored forbidden areas in the past.
But so far, she has never seen or heard of anyone who could frighten the lives in the restricted area.
She stared at Bai Mo, expecting what he would do, but after waiting for a long time, she only heard a helpless cry from the latter.
To be continued...