My Healing Game

Chapter 981 Grave Village

Dining tables were set up in the center of the village, and many villagers had arrived ahead of schedule. Everyone was beaming and dreaming about the bright future, with smiles on everyone's faces.

That's right, people in the tomb village love to laugh.

"The village chief is here!"

"Quick, quick! Applause!"

"Wait, wait, this hasn't been spoken yet!"

"Wonderful!"

"Are you stupid?! You have to wait for the village chief to speak before shouting!"

The gray-haired village head is respected by all the villagers, and he has dedicated his life to the village.

Walking onto the improvised crude stage, the village chief looked at the familiar faces off the stage. He didn't want to meet everyone's gaze, and his eyes gradually drifted away.

The grave village is built in a huge sinkhole, which is the garbage disposal center of the cities outside. Those who live on the ground will continue to throw all kinds of garbage and discarded objects into the deep pit.

It may also be because of the poor living environment that there are almost no normal-looking villagers in the grave village, and everyone is more or less deformed. Their hearts may still be the same as ordinary people, but in terms of appearance, they are no longer regarded as the same kind by those outside the village.

Looking up, the old village head felt as if he was staying in an abyss. More and more garbage was brought in from outside, and the grave village was buried deeper and deeper. People in this village probably would never be able to climb out.

There is a stench in the air, but the villagers in the grave village don't care. The garbage thrown into the deep pit is a treasure that can make money for them. Only by constantly disposing of the garbage can they change their bad situation and have enough money to buy Drugs, prolonging his miserable life.

The world under the sun produces garbage. People throw garbage into deep pits and pay the residents of the grave village to dispose of the garbage. This seems reasonable, but it is not what the village chief pursues.

There is a ghost buried under the graveyard, and the village cannot be relocated, so the village chief hopes that people outside will stop throwing **** into the deep pit, but actually come down to help, change, and build the deep pit.

Grave Village doesn't need those dirty negative things, he wants to let some positive things in.

The old village head had a good idea, but he far underestimated the greed and evil of people and the terrifying madness of ghosts.

"Under the leadership of Village Chief Fu in our grave village, everyone is living a good life. I invite the village chief to speak!" A young man in a suit next to the stage shouted loudly. He has a lively and cheerful personality and a special voice. It sounds good, and it doesn't fit in with the overall atmosphere of the graveyard. It's more like a rich second generation who came to experience life in a big city.

All the villagers fell silent, and everyone looked at the old village head on the stage.

The gray-haired old village chief's lips moved slightly. He was extremely entangled in his heart. After struggling for a long time, he still didn't tell the truth. We won the third relief fund for everyone, and we will work together in the future, and we will definitely be able to live a better life!"

The villagers didn't need to be reminded, they applauded spontaneously. The village chief was so busy working for the village that all the villagers trusted him.

"Everyone eat and drink well, we have enough food and wine, and after we have gathered enough strength, we will open graves to worship ghosts and gods tonight!"

The old village chief walked off the stage after he finished speaking. Instead of eating with the villagers, he led the young man in a suit back to his home.

Glancing at the clock in the house, the old village chief frowned: "Third brother, go and call your two elder brothers over, and tell them that I have something very important to explain to them."

"It's eight o'clock in the evening, and there are only four hours left before the opening of the grave. The eldest brother and the second brother must be busy..."

"If I tell you to go, you go! Hurry up!" The old village chief changed from his usual kindness, and became extremely strict today.

After the young man left, he took out a piece of paper from the drawer and wrote a few words very carefully.

At 8:20, the door of the village chief's house was pushed open, and a tall and burly middle-aged man walked into the house with a bamboo basket on his back.

His body was covered in various paints, and he was still very handsome. If he was outside the grave village, this face alone would be enough to become a star.

"Dad, are you looking for me?"

"Why are you here now?"

"I was dealing with dangerous items in the garbage dump, and then I found him..." The middle-aged man gently put down the bamboo basket, and he took out a little baby from it: "This child was not born in the grave village, he should have been Abandoned by his biological parents, he was thrown into a deep pit by people as garbage."

The middle-aged man was very gentle, as if he was afraid of waking up the baby, and his voice was very low: "His will to survive is very strong. It is a miracle that he can support himself in the deep pit until now."

"If you bring this child into the graveyard, you might as well let him fend for himself." The old village chief was a little negative.

"Why? Isn't the third child also an orphan adopted by you? You have always taught us that we should give back to this world and make the dark world full of colors..." The middle-aged man felt that his father had something on his mind.

"I did teach you that, but many times we not only fail to fill the world with colors, but also get wiped out of our original colors by the dark world." The old village chief sighed: "Today, the Joint Crisis Response and Processing Center would like to give me the last Showdown."

"What did they say?"

"A large number of plagues and unknown diseases have spread out from the grave village. In order to curb this situation from the source, the Crisis Joint Response Center wants to abandon the grave village, completely bury this big tomb, and cut off all passages between the grave village and the outside world. "The old village chief's arm was strong. The grave village was his life's painstaking effort, and he never expected to usher in such an ending.

"Are those people blind?! Grave villages will produce plagues and diseases, isn't it because they dump all the negative emotions and garbage here! They don't want to heal the villagers, clean up the garbage, but want to bury us all alive? !" The middle-aged man's voice became louder, and his heart was full of anger: "Even if they cut off the communication channel between the grave village and the outside world, as long as the garbage continues to be produced, the ghosts below the grave village will come out sooner or later! By then It will be too late for them to make amends!"

Perhaps frightened by the middle-aged man's voice, the baby in the bamboo basket woke up and started crying.

"People will never learn a lesson. Only when a crisis comes, they will unite together. When the crisis is over, killing each other is the norm." The old village head is old, he didn't feel angry, but he was very unwilling: "Now we have only two choices, to accept the help of those people on the ground, to completely fall to them, to destroy the pit, and find a way to kill or seriously injure the ghosts in the grave; or to release the ghosts in the grave and become ghosts in the grave , and then bring all the ghosts to engulf the buildings on the ground, turning the cities on the ground into new 'grave villages'."

After hearing the old village chief's words, the anger on the middle-aged man's face gradually disappeared, and he calmed down: "The grave village is our home, and I know how dirty and unbearable this place is, but why..."

"Either help others, or be a ghost." The old village chief waved his hand, but did not let the middle-aged man continue: "Tell me your choice."

"I..." The eyes of the middle-aged man slowly moved to the bamboo basket, he looked at the abandoned orphan, and did not make a choice until the end.

When a person is bound by fate, it is actually difficult for him to make a perfect choice. Most of the time, he is already in the game before he has time to choose.

The door of the old house was pushed open again, and a young man in a suit and a carpenter walked in. The carpenter had a deformed face and was ugly, holding a wooden box full of various tools in his hand , Many buildings and furniture in the grave village were built by him.

"Dad, I brought my second brother here." The young man has a very good personality. He hasn't noticed the solemn atmosphere in the house. The baby fell asleep.

"Although you have no blood relationship with me, I have always treated you as my own children. You are the people I trust the most in the grave village." The old village head took out an envelope from the drawer and handed it to the wearing The young man in the suit: "This is my will, you can only open it after you leave the pit."

"Will, will?" The young man stood up suddenly, he didn't dare to pick it up: "Dad, you are fine, why did you give me this thing?"

"I have tried very hard to delay, but now the conflict between the two sides has reached the point of irreconcilability." The old village head looked out the window, and the towering garbage mountains filled the surrounding of the grave village. The village is getting further and further away from the ground.

"The villagers are very happy, and they agree with the people on the ground more and more. As long as we persist, we can definitely make a difference!" The young man was a little naive.

"The villagers are happy because the people on the ground continue to mobilize resources to appease the grave village in order to avoid troubles, but now the Crisis Joint Response Center has decided to stop funding the grave village. Those people on the ground don't want harmonious coexistence at all. They They think the grave village is a ticking time bomb, what they need is to completely destroy it!" The old village head said in a serious voice, "And not only the people on the ground are forcing us to choose sides, have you noticed that the villagers in the grave village have also become more and more serious? Scary? Because of staying with negative garbage for a long time, their deformities are getting worse, hurting people and things out of control have begun to increase, and the ghosts under the grave have also become active."

The three children of the old village head did not refute, because they knew that what the old village head said was true.

"We all want the people enjoying the sunshine on the ground to coexist harmoniously with the cemetery village under the deep pit, but time is not on our side." The old village frowned: "The coexistence area I envisioned has not yet been built. The buffer zone that can collect positive emotions from humans on the ground is still being tested, so we must do everything possible to buy time!"

"Dad, what do you want to do?" The carpenter who had been silent all this time spoke up. He didn't like to talk, and his body was seriously deformed. Unlike the other two children of the old village chief, he was more like a ghost than a human.

"I have a plan to bet on the future, which may delay the outbreak of the disaster for decades." The old village head lifted the bed board, and there were several black packages hidden under it: "This is provided by the Crisis Joint Response Center The 'drug' of the deformed villagers in the grave village, it gathers the wisdom of all those who know the ground, and can blow up the entire village."

"But..." The young man wanted to interrupt.

"No, but, I have thought about every step carefully." The old village chief interrupted the young man directly, and continued: "The people on the ground are not yet capable of dealing with the ghosts in the grave. The strength of the two sides is very different. Once the grave If the ghosts inside come out, people have no chance to resist. So I want to enter the tomb with the three of you, and become the unspeakable ghosts in the villagers' mouths in this year's worship ceremony!"

"Being a ghost?" None of the three children expected their most respected father to say such words.

"We need to do our best to slaughter the ghosts in the grave, balance the strength of both sides, and prevent the ghosts from the grave from coming out for the time being." The old village head's eyes were a little red, and the three children had never seen him like this.

"There are a lot of ghosts in the tomb. With the four of us alone, there is no way to kill them all. The difference in strength is too great!" The middle-aged man had entered the tomb before, and he knew the horror of the tomb very well.

"I know, so now I'm ready to die." The old village head lowered his voice: "I told you a long time ago that I have a special little box in my mind, because of that little box existence, so I can meet you."

The three children nodded, and they recalled the warm memories of the past.

"As the owner of that box, after I make the final choice and become an unspeakable ghost, I can obtain the despair of previous box owners, allowing me to possess extremely terrifying abilities in a short period of time. But after using this ability, My soul will also slowly dissipate." The old village chief didn't hide anything from his three children: "The memorial ceremony begins~www.readwn.com~ I will declare that I will completely destroy the big tomb and kill the ghosts in the tomb After we enter the tomb, I will open the box and kill or seriously injure the most terrifying ghosts in the tomb. After the special ability is used up, I need one of the three of you to personally kill kill me!"

The old village chief's eyes swept over the three children, and finally stopped on the carpenter: "The ghosts in the grave don't know that my abilities can only exist for a short time. When they are retreating steadily, you can kill me, not only can you let me go... The escape of my consciousness can also allow you to gain the approval of the ghosts in the grave."

"After the unspeakable ghost is gone, all traces in this world will be erased, so I can only be killed by you, and a premeditated death will be carried out in a special way. Keep something before 'death'!"

The old village head has no ability to reconcile the people on the ground with the ghosts in the tomb, nor is he able to truly destroy the big tomb. All his layouts need time to perfect, but neither the people on the ground nor the ghosts in the tomb are prepared At this time, his own life span is also running out.

For the ideal future in his mind, the old village head decided to open a certain side of the box in his mind and make the final choice. He will do everything in his power to buy time for the arrival of the next era.