Nightmare Attack

Out of the village, all the way to the west.

Taking advantage of the thin moonlight, Yu Chengmu found a path hidden in the grass. The path twisted and twisted, and he walked along the road, bypassing a relatively large earth slope, and a wooden building appeared not far away.

The building has a strange shape, quite large scale, and is taller than ordinary residences. Two white lanterns hang under the eaves, swaying from side to side under the blowing of the night wind, emitting a miserable light.

On the lanterns are written a big word for liberation with a black brush.

A dark plaque hangs above the gate of the building. After years of wind and sun, some of the words on the plaque have long been peeled off and cannot be discerned, only the last two words are faintly visible.

Yizhuang.

After approaching, Yu Chengmu narrowed his eyes and looked at the door. The double-opening wooden doors were also dilapidated, as if no one had come for a long time.

But what is alarming is that there is light leaking along the crack of the door.

With two hands, one left and one right, he gently pushed the door. The door was unlocked, but it was hidden. The old door shaft made a harsh rubbing sound. Yu Chengmu stepped over the high threshold and walked into the Yizhuang.

What appeared in front of him were dozens or hundreds of coffins.

At the same time, an indescribable stench rushed towards him.

But Yu Chengmu did not reject this kind of smell. On the contrary, it made him feel a little relieved. If there was no smell of carrion in this place, he would be surprised.

Out of habit, he carefully observed the arrangement of the coffins, but after a while, he gave up, because these coffins were completely thrown here casually, and some of them were not even closed.

The quality of the coffins is very poor, most of them are made of a thin layer of wood, and many have appeared cracks.

When passing a coffin, Yu Chengmu stopped.

Through the gap above, Yu Chengmu could see the feet of the corpse. After a while, his pupils paused, and a bell was tied with a red thread on the ankle of Wu Qing of the corpse.

Only a very resentful corpse would do this.

At the same time, he suddenly thought of a rumor that some Yizhuangs with bad feng shui, or those who have been involved in evil affairs, have the habit of setting high thresholds.

This is because once the corpse is lifted, the muscles of the newly lifted corpse are stiff, and they can only walk against the ground and cannot make movements like jumping. The high threshold can prevent them from leaving.

Yu Chengmu stabilized his mind, left the coffin, and walked towards the middle of the lobby, where there was a space blocked by a white cloth, and there was light shining through.

After approaching, I found that there were several independent spaces separated by white cloth. The corresponding numbers were marked with a pen on the cloth, but only the first three were marked, and the fourth... was empty.

Obviously, the first three were prepared for them, and inside were the corpses that needed to be repaired tonight.

The first piece of white cloth was lifted, and sure enough, a wooden shelf came into view. On the wooden shelf lay a corpse, and on another shorter shelf were the tools that needed to be used.

A red candle was burning faintly, barely enough light to illuminate.

There is a small incense case in front of the body, and three incense sticks in front of the incense case.

Yu Chengmu respectfully lit the incense on the candle flame, bowed three times to the corpse, and then inserted the incense burner.

After seeing the incense burning smoothly and the smoke floating straight up, Yu Chengmu breathed a sigh of relief and went to observe the corpse.

The corpse was a man, all wet. It seemed that it had just been picked up from the water not long ago, and it was still dripping down along the edge of the wooden shelf.

The abdomen of the male corpse was torn open, the violet intestines were clearly visible, and there were wounds on his face and shoulders.

The flesh turned out, the wound on the face tore off the nose wing and half of the cheek, and the ugly gums were exposed, which looked quite terrifying.

Yu Chengmu wanted to get closer to see it more clearly, but the candle holder on which the candles could be placed was very heavy, very heavy, and it was difficult to pick it up with one hand to observe the corpse. There is a candle.

After checking it and finding no problems, Yu Chengmu lit a new candle.

Dagengren explained that the whole sewing process can be summed up in 5 words: respect, clean, straighten, mend, and pinch.

After Xiang Xiang had paid his respects, Yu Chengmu found a cloth and began to wipe the corpse.

While wiping, Yu Chengmu noticed that the corpse's left hand was under his body, but when he pulled out his arm, he found that the corpse had no left hand at all, and pale bones were exposed at the wrist.

At the moment, Yu Chengmu probably has a number in his mind.

There are a total of 3 places that need to be repaired, namely the face, shoulders, and abdomen. Among them, the abdominal wound is the largest, but Yu Chengmu knows that the most difficult part is the one on the face.

And what needs to be kneaded with dough is naturally the missing left hand.

Without hesitation, Yu Chengmu took the needle and thread. The needle was thicker, and he used the corpse-binding thread he had seen before. The first thing he chose was the wound on his shoulder, so he was familiar with it first.

The needle pierced the flesh and pulled it gently, and there was an uncomfortable feeling of friction on the hand. Yu Chengmu was highly focused and his hand was stable.

With this suture completed, he stared at the abdomen of the corpse again.

The intestines and the internal organs are mixed together, and the scalp of the person watching this scene is numb.

Although Yu Chengmu was born in tomb robbers, most of the corpses he has seen are rotten and only bone scum remains. He has experienced very little in a situation like now.

He held his breath, moved his face, and did not choose to sew immediately, but to observe first.

It wasn't until a few seconds later, as if he had made up his mind, that he put his hand into the abdomen of the corpse, inserted it into the churned intestines and internal organs, and groped back and forth, as if looking for something.

Yes, he was looking for something.

Find the missing left hand.

Yu Chengmu suspects that one of the pitfalls of this mission has something to do with the missing left hand.

If the left hand was hidden in the corpse's stomach, and he didn't notice it, he still kneaded the left hand with dough and spliced ​​it together, the consequences would be disastrous.

But after a while, Yu Chengmu pulled out his hand and his face eased a little.

He couldn't find his left hand, so he could suture the wound with confidence.

The abdominal wound was exaggerated. It took him half an hour to sew it up. At this moment, the incense was almost half burned, and Yu Chengmu stabilized his mind. He knew that he had to hurry up.

Not for himself, but for Jia Jinliang.

Jia Jinliang was last in line. In terms of time, each of the three of them had one hour, that is, a full two hours to deal with the corpse.

But you know, the Geng people also clearly mentioned that no matter what happens, the corpse must be stitched up before dawn, otherwise a major incident will occur.

And the task starts from the third watch, which means that Jia Jinliang, who is in the last place, must not have enough time.

And he wanted to save Jia Jinliang, there were only two ways, either fast enough to buy as much time as possible for Jia Jinliang, or... let the next person die and try to end the mission early.

Yu Chengmu both planned to give it a try.

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I've been waiting for a long time, brothers, here I come

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