Next to him, Lu Ming and the little patrol officer also sat up.
"Let me check, where are you? Are you dreaming?" The young patrolman actually touched his face, then turned to look at the two of us.
"Aren't we looking for that Mi Rou in that building? How did we get here?"
I'm mad.
Do it again?
Is this...a cycle?
Death cycle? A word came to my mind, and I broke into a cold sweat instantly.
Are we already dead and just repeating the scene before death?
I looked at the stage not far ahead, and Xiao Jinhua had already appeared on the stage. After a plaintive singing, she suddenly shook her sleeves, looked at me and sang: "You...have... got...
I - it’s so painful.”
"No, run away, the villagers are going crazy."
Sure enough, the villagers suddenly showed their madness, rushed to the stage, and tortured and killed the actors.
The young patrolman suddenly pulled out his pistol and was about to pull the trigger. I quickly knocked him down and blocked his mouth.
"Don't say anything, you want to kill us."
But it was still to no avail. After killing the actors, the villagers swarmed towards us.
"run……"
I grabbed the little patrolman hard, dragged him and ran forward.
The young patrolman kept shouting: "Why are you pulling me? What's going on? Are you dreaming?"
I ignored him and just dragged him forward like crazy.
Finally, this time, the little patrolman was not killed by the villagers.
The three of us ran to a door in a panic. Lu Ming raised his foot and wanted to kick the door down. I quickly stopped him.
"You can't go to this house, someone will beat you to death."
I took them and hid in the next room because this room had a back door.
The three of us ran out of the back door. We didn't run far, but villagers came around in front of us, so we had to change direction.
In panic, I came to the stage at the entrance of the village again, exactly the same as last time.
Little Jinhua was still singing opera up there, no matter how the villagers hit her with sticks and daggers, she would not die.
It's so scary. What on earth is this?
Seeing that the villagers on the stage noticed us, I quickly pulled them to change direction.
After not running far, a little girl wearing coarse clothes jumped out.
"Brother, come with me, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, I punched her in the head, knocking her unconscious.
"Fuck you."
The little patrolman yelled: "What are you doing? How can you kill a little girl? You are so cruel."
"If you are not cruel, we will all die."
I was too lazy to talk nonsense to him and ran directly towards the field next to me.
There is a hole in the depression.
"Brother Yang, there is a hole here. Let's hide in it first. Maybe it's a tunnel that can lead to the outside of the village."
"Don't." I yelled hoarsely.
I died in this hole the last few times. This time I have to stay away from this hole no matter what.
So he quickly beckoned them to run forward.
There was a forest in front of us, and the three of us hid in it, breathing heavily.
"Brother Yang, what is going on?" Lu Ming's face was pale and desperate.
The little policeman kept mumbling: "It's weird, it's really weird. Are you dreaming?"
I cursed: "Did you dream about your mother? This is true. We have entered the past Shangyuan Village. They can kill those actors and they can also kill us."
"Really...really traveled through time?" Lu Ming's voice trembled.
"It's not just time travel? It's also a cycle of death again and again."
I was terrified, but I still kept my wits about me.
"Listen up, you two, this is not a dream, this is real, although I don't know why this is happening? But we must live, we can't die anymore.
"Because every time you die, you have to cycle again, the cycle of death, do you understand?"
They both looked at me confused.
"What's the death loop? Aren't we looking for Xiaorou in the ghost building and ended up here inexplicably?"
I am speechless, but it seems that in every cycle they both lose their memory, and only I retain it.
What should I do? I scratched my hair irritably. I must escape from this past space, otherwise I will die sooner or later. After death, I will have to cycle through endless pain and fear.
But how to escape?
We hid in the woods, not daring to get out of the air, and were nervous. We were always on guard against the villagers outside rushing in.
But after half a day, there was no movement.
I wonder if the villagers are tired of chasing us? They still haven’t found us.
The three of us breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground like mud.
Lu Ming said: "Brother Yang, what should we do next?"
"What else can I do? Either run away or die." I looked up at the gray-blue sky, which was dark, obscure, and depressing, just like my current mood.
It is possible that we are trapped in the past, and escaping is not easy.
Is it possible to just wait here to die and then cycle again and again after death?
As time passed by, the bluish sky gradually became darker, and it was almost dark.
Just tell me, it gets scarier here after dark.
Suddenly, Lu Ming pointed at my right hand and shouted.
"Brother Yang, you, your hands..."
I almost jumped up when I looked down. My blue right hand was swollen like a steamed bun.
Ever since Zhang Sangui taught me how to stab the soul, my hand turned blue and became a hand with ghost patterns.
But now, why is it swollen? And the color of the hand has changed from cyan to purple?
I had been in panic before, so I didn't notice it. It wasn't until Lu Ming shouted that I felt something was wrong.
I raised my fat hand in front of my face and observed it carefully. The more I looked at it, the more frightened I became.
Wait, I think about it, it seems that every time I go through the death cycle, my hand will become bigger.
Let me think about it, we have gone through the death cycle three times in total, so this hand is swollen like this and the color has changed.
But why is this happening?
At this moment, I suddenly thought about the tattoo on my back, had it also changed?
So I quickly asked Lu Ming to lift up the clothes on my back to check.
Lu Ming screamed in fright.
"Brother Yang, you...why do you have such a big scar on your back?"
scar?
I said that's a tattoo, take a closer look.
But he insisted that they were scars, as if they had been branded with a hot iron, and they were shaped like animal patterns on ancient bronze vessels.
My heart went cold.
This is the tattoo my grandfather gave me, a ghost tattoo. Why has it turned into an ugly scar now?
I suddenly remembered the face on my chest again, so I quickly tore my clothes off and looked down. The face seemed to be protruding out of my skin. It was still moving, and its mouth was opening and closing as if it was saying something? But at all.
There is no sound.
Fortunately, my eyes are closed.
If the eyes of this grimace were opened, I guess I would be like my dad, and be left with nothing but bones.
When Lu Ming and the little patrolman saw the grimace on my body, they were so frightened that they took a few steps back.
The little patrolman gasped and said: "There is an actor's face on your arm, and there is a human face on your chest. What the hell is going on? You are a deviant."
I also want to know what's going on? Why have my ghostly tattooed hands, the tattoo on my back, and the face on my chest changed? What does this mean?
Then the little patrolman sighed and said: "Oh, forget it, I don't care what's going on, let's think about how to go back first."
He patted his head, and the previous might had long since disappeared.
"No, no, I have to call my director right away." The little patrolman said, and actually took out his mobile phone from his body.
By the way, there was also a mobile phone. Lu Ming and I seemed to see a glimmer of hope and quickly reached out and took out the mobile phone.
But I started to wilt immediately. We are now in Shangyuan Village. Shangyuan Village was a small village during the Republic of China. We are trapped in the past. Is it useful to call for help?
If you call someone in the past, are you sure you can get through?
But what happened next left me stunned.
The little patrol officer actually got through the phone.
"Hey, director, um, I'm Xiao Chen'er..."
He has already started talking to his director.
Lu Ming and I were both staring at him, but he was actually able to get through?
The young patrolman pressed the speakerphone, and a voice with a Chinese character face came from over there.
"I said, Xiao Chen'er, aren't we just looking for someone? Why haven't you come out yet? It's been two hours. If you don't come out, I will go in." The Chinese character's face was also a little anxious.
"Oh, Director, we also want to get out, but we can't. Oh no, no, no, we are not in that building now, we are... in... in a small village."
The Chinese character over there was confused.
"In what small village? You have obviously entered that building, what nonsense are you talking about? What is going on inside? Have you found Mi Rou?"
"Oh, no, no, director, listen to me, we originally went to that building, but...but when we walked to the fifth floor, there was a sudden white light and a "swipe" sound, and we were sucked in.
Got in."
"When we opened our eyes, we arrived at a small village. There were still opera singers and gongs and drums in this village, but as they sang, the villagers went crazy and killed all the opera singers.
If they want to kill us, we just run and run..."
The Chinese-character face interrupted him.
"What are you talking about? I'm asking you if you have found Mi Rou. If you find her, come out to me immediately."
It was obvious that Guozilian didn't believe what he said, and would rather believe that he was talking nonsense than believe what he said.
"We...we really can't get out of our own way, oops..." The little patrolman also became anxious.
Although Guozilian didn't believe what the young patrolman said, he also realized that something might have happened.
"You guys wait, I'll go in now." He said with a Chinese character face.
But I was shocked. I quickly grabbed the phone from the policeman and shouted loudly: "Don't come in, don't come in, otherwise you will be trapped in Shangyuan Village like us..."
But before I could finish speaking, the call was disconnected and the screen went black.