It was one night when two villagers who had returned home late from working in the fields passed by the burnt old tree and wanted to spit on it out of habit.
It seems that after a few spits, the bad luck on the body can be removed and the curse will disappear.
The villagers of Gusi Village are very similar to this saying. Everyone will do it spontaneously, regardless of men, women, old or young.
However, something was wrong tonight. I don't know whether it was because the sky was dark or because they were too tired and their eyesight was dazzled. Two villagers vaguely saw several figures squatting under the old tree.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
A villager asked subconsciously, but after waiting for a long time, no one answered at all.
Another hunchbacked villager looked puzzled. He thought whose child this was, and couldn't help but cursed: "What time is it? If you don't go home quickly, you may get beaten if you come home late!"
I shouted twice, but no one answered. The black figures squatted on the ground silently, as if there was something good there.
"Don't worry about them, let's go home quickly!"
The villager who spoke first felt something was wrong. For some reason, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if all sounds had disappeared.
He stretched out his hand to pull the hunchbacked villager next to him, but found that the other person seemed to be like a piece of wood and did not pull at all.
"I said what are you doing? If you don't leave, I will leave by myself!"
He growled at the hunchbacked villager in an urgent tone. Unexpectedly, the other person still didn't respond. He just turned his back to him and stared at the black shadow under the tree, looking very serious.
The villager couldn't help but swallowed his saliva. He felt his legs begin to tremble and turned around and ran away without hesitation.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he felt that his legs seemed to be hugged by something, and he could not move at all.
When he looked down, he saw two black things attached to his legs, which were exactly the same as the things squatting under the tree just now.
Taking a closer look, they were clearly two burnt children, grinning sinisterly at him.
The villager was so frightened that he subconsciously waved the farm tools in his hands to smash them. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand, he felt that his arm was fixed by something.
Turning around, he saw the hunchbacked villager who had been silent before turning his head. The strange thing was that his body didn't move at all, only his head slowly turned!
A charred and ferocious face appeared in front of him, his facial features had been carbonized due to the burning, revealing a patch of gums and a bare skull.
"You know, we died so miserably!"
A neither male nor female voice sounded, more like the voices of several people mixed together. If you distinguish carefully, it is clearly the voice of a family being burned to death!
"ah……!"
The villagers were so frightened that they twisted their bodies like crazy. Finally, they got rid of the shackles of the black shadow and the hunchbacked villagers, and ran towards their homes with all their might.
As he ran, he shouted, "It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, please let me go!"
While crying, tears streamed down his face, and he fell countless times along the way.
This crazy roar finally alerted other villagers, who ran out of their homes to check, and then saw the crazy villagers who kept talking nonsense.
"What happened? What happened?"
Some villagers who came later were confused about the situation and asked anxiously and loudly. However, everyone was completely confused, and then they all looked at the crazy villagers who were still shaking in fear.
At this moment, the crazy villager suddenly jumped up, pointed at a figure in the crowd, and backed away in fright.
"It's them. The family who was burned to death came back to take revenge. They're right there!"
Hearing this crazy villager yelling, other villagers were also startled and looked in the direction of his finger.
I don't know when, but a man suddenly appeared in the crowd. He looked like a hunchback, looking motionless in the direction of the old tree.
Looking at the other person's back, he seemed to be a familiar villager, but he exuded a chilling aura. Just one look at him made his scalp feel like it was exploding.
As if realizing that the villagers had noticed him, the back began to twist, like a rusty machine, which felt extremely awkward.
An indescribable feeling of fear arose in the hearts of the villagers. They watched in stunned silence as the figure slowly turned around, and then a pale and twisted face appeared in front of them.
"We died miserably, do you know?"
There was still that weird mixed sound. In the horrified eyes of the villagers, he grabbed his face and pulled it down fiercely.
A burnt face appeared in front of everyone, looking at the villagers present with a ferocious smile. A trace of flame came out of his skin, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of burnt barbecue.
"ah……!"
A woman's scream rang out, waking up the villagers who were stunned on the spot. They began to turn around and flee like crazy, heading straight to their homes.
The first thing I did after returning home was to hold the door tightly, and then tremblingly pray for the blessing of Antares, the God of War.
Some villagers have begun to regret why they reported that villager, which ultimately led to their tragic death.
"It's not my fault, it's not my fault, don't come to me!"
A peasant woman knelt on the ground and prayed continuously, her body trembling uncontrollably, and her family members also looked distracted, nervously listening to the movement outside the door.
"It seems okay?"
The husband of the peasant woman muttered something in a low voice. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard strange footsteps coming from the door. The sound disappeared and appeared, as if it was constantly wandering around his house.
"Damn it, I want to see what the hell is that?"
The husband of the peasant woman cursed angrily, carried a wooden stick, took two steps to the door, and looked out through the crack in the door.
"Don't look, don't look!"
The peasant woman's face turned pale with fear, and she quickly stood up and grabbed her husband's hand. Unexpectedly, as soon as she grabbed her husband's hand, she felt something strange.
It seemed that what he was holding was not a human hand, but a piece of burnt charcoal.
"Yeah..."
The peasant woman was so frightened that she could not say anything.
At this moment, his husband slowly turned his head, with a strange smile on his expressionless face.
"We died so miserably, you should come and accompany us!"
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At another villager's home, all the members gathered together, but no one spoke.
"What should we do? Are we just waiting to die?"
The villager's son suddenly spoke, his face twisted and his tone a bit hysterical.
"What else can we do? We can only hide at home for the time being, and then find a way to send an alarm to the temple and let the divine warriors come to save us."
As the head of the family, the villager's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot and he said in a somewhat depressed voice.
"Damn it, it's all your fault. Why did you report that family? Now that their family has become undead, they will definitely not let us go!"
The villager's wife said in a complaining tone, secretly shedding tears as she spoke.
"What are you afraid of? The God of War is protecting us. What can he do to us even if he turns into an undead?"
When the villager heard his wife's complaint, he immediately roared in an angry tone, and after speaking, he kept spinning on the ground.
"No, we must inform the temple about this matter, the sooner the better, otherwise we will be in danger!"
After making up his mind, the villager was about to ask his son to join him when he noticed that the outside suddenly became very bright, as if daytime had suddenly arrived.
"What's going on? Why is it so bright outside?"
The villagers' hearts were in doubt, and they tremblingly approached the door, ready to check through the crack in the door.
Then he saw a scorched face lying on the crack of the door staring at him intently, and a strange voice sounded in his ears.
"We died so miserably, your whole family should come and accompany us!"
"Yes, your whole family can come and accompany us!"
A strange sound sounded at the same time. It was a villager whose whole body was wrapped in flames. They were all charred and black. They were all looking at the door with a numb and sinister smile on their faces...