It was late at night, and the sound of the water tank lid being knocked against spread throughout Baiyang Village. Even if Zhao Jian was hiding in a private house at the moment, he could hear it clearly.
The sound was dull, irregular and rhythmless. If he analyzed it carefully, Zhao Jian could probably infer that this was the last struggle of a person who was about to drown.
When this idea appeared in his mind, he suddenly shuddered for some reason.
Just like.
The person locked in that black water tank and about to drown was himself.
Instantly, goosebumps broke out all over his body. Before he could adjust his mentality, a breeze suddenly blew in front of him. The flames of the two candles were swaying constantly, and it looked like they might be extinguished at any time.
But before he could reach out to help him, he heard a "whoosh" sound and the two candles were extinguished at the same time, and the surrounding area fell into a deathly silence.
"Hiss-"
There was a sound of flesh tearing, and a ferocious gash was opened on the back of his hand, and a trace of dark blood slowly seeped out from the wound.
This is the fierce ghost controlled by Zhao Jian, codename: Guisheng.
He did not miss that before the candle was blown out, there was the sound of something breathing around him. The candle was not put out by the wind, but by someone.
Fear began to spread, and the only thing he could feel in the darkness was a chill, as if a ghost was lying on his shoulder and breathing on him.
Looking along the cold direction, Zhao Jian saw a vague human silhouette standing outside the window.
"Who are you?!" Zhao Jian shouted sharply.
The next moment, a dim light came on, which was the light from the camping lantern he carried with him.
But something even weirder happened. After the lights were turned on, the outline of the human figure standing by the window suddenly disappeared, just like mosquitoes that were driven away by the lights and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Zhao Jian relit the candles and went to another house to be on the safe side. The village had been abandoned for so long anyway, so there was no need to worry about disturbing others.
"Why does that black shadow feel so familiar to me? I don't know why I always feel like I've seen that black shadow somewhere."
Zhao Jian was a little troubled. There were obviously no abnormalities in the first three days, but from the fourth day onwards, all kinds of abnormalities came one after another. Reason told him that now was the best time to evacuate from here, otherwise he might never have the chance to leave again.
.
And he seemed to have overlooked one thing, a very important thing.
But ever since his attention was attracted by the human silhouette, he couldn't remember much about other things.
Zhao Jian thought about it, and at the same time he took out a roll of special gold tape from his backpack, tore it open and wrapped it around the back of his hand. The wound could not heal on its own and had to be forcibly glued together.
He then checked the interior of the room. This was his first time entering this residence, and the interior decoration of the room was much better than other residences.
"Is this the village chief's room? It feels much more luxurious than other rooms. I should be able to find some useful clues here?"
Zhao Jian looked around the room with flickering eyes. He made up his mind that if he couldn't find any useful clues in this residence, he would immediately pack up and prepare to return to Da'an City.
He picked up the candle and walked in the room. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the rotten smell around him became stronger and stronger, as if there was a corpse dormant under the floor of the room.
Zhao Jian pushed open the door and slowly followed the candlelight to a room that looked like a study. The door handle of the room was covered with dust. It looked like no one had been in there for a long time.
Zhao Jian was startled as soon as he opened the door. With the dim light of the candle, he saw five bookshelves lined up inside, and each row of bookshelves was filled with densely packed black books.
"There are so many books here. It seems that the owner of this room is not the village chief but also a highly respected person in the village. In this way, he should be able to record some information about Baiyang Village."
When he walked to the bookshelf and looked at the densely packed black books, he felt a little strange because the covers of all the books had been artificially blackened.
When he touched it, he discovered that some of the books were still moist, as if they had been soaked in some unknown liquid not long ago.
When I took a closer look and smelled it, there was a faint smell of blood. These should not be black books, but blood books. The dark color on the cover is the color of the blood after it has solidified.
This discovery made Zhao Jian a little surprised, but he did not feel much fear. Instead, he opened the book with great interest and prepared to check the contents inside.
"Huh? What's going on?"
The next moment, the expression on Zhao Jian's face froze, because every page in this book was filled with the same words.
The crooked dead characters of different sizes are covered on every page in the book. The color of the writing is scarlet, which forms an extremely sharp contrast with the color of the book paper itself.
When he opened several other books, he was surprised to find that the contents were all the same, and the whole book was filled with dense words of death.
This is like a silent and strong curse, cursing everyone who reads this book.
"There's something wrong. All the books here are filled with the word "death". This is definitely not something that a sane person would do. What happened in the last few years before the village was abandoned?"
Zhao Jian put all the books back. He originally wanted to take a few books back, but these things were a bit evil. Now that the village had become abnormal, he didn't want to cause any more problems.
"Crack-"
Suddenly, a series of snapping and snapping sounds came from the next room, as if someone was playing with the switch next door, trying to light up the lights in the room.
Zhao Jian felt a shiver in his heart. It seemed that some inexplicable taboo might have been triggered today. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the past three days to be fine and nothing happened. It was only today that so many abnormalities appeared.
"Did I trigger some kind of anomaly, or does everyone who comes here have a three-day safety period? No, it's unlikely."
While he was thinking, the sound of turning switches in the next room became more frequent, as if asking why the lights didn't turn on.
"Let's get out of here first."
Zhao Jian finally made up his mind to leave here at this moment. The supernatural phenomena happening now did not pose any real threat.
But as time progressed, he speculated that there would definitely be some kind of irresistible terror here.
Moreover, if there really is a so-called three-day safety period or a buffer period here, then this piece of information alone is enough to save Wen Zhong's life.