Time passes by bit by bit as the water droplets fall.

The night soon came to the world, and white mist completely enveloped the small town. From a distance, it looked like a decaying blood flowing out of a rotten corpse.

As the rain fell, in this endless darkness, everything in the small town was very wet, and the trees and soil began to fester, filled with a suffocating smell.

The small town is pale in an instant and is quickly pitch black.

The ghost has no way out, and the soul is bound to be stiff.

The blurred white light spots and the overlapping huge black shadows tear the night apart in despair.

The corpse, hanging from the treetops.

With abrupt pupils, I looked at the tree roots in a daze.

His mouth was open, and from time to time, the already rotten maggots crawled out of it.

At this moment, the night was cut off, and the white light suddenly rose, and the shadow of the female corpse was instantly reflected on the soil.

The bitter wind, mixed with raindrops, whistling.

The shadows that appear on the ground out of thin air are like human shadows, or ghosts that have not appeared underground for a long time.

When the lightning subsided again, it disappeared into the night with the corpse.

The rain stopped.

The night became darker and drowned everything here.

A faint whisper sounded quietly in the depths, echoing in this dead city.

The sing like a banshee and the whisper of a ghost.

The vulture stood on the treetops, with lifeless eyes looking into the depths of the city.

Did it come from there?

......

The sound of rain gradually stopped as the last lightning subsided, leaving only the ticking sound of water.

"The rain has stopped?"

Feng Yangshu put down his already stiff hands and opened his blurred eyes to confirm whether his guess was correct. However, the surroundings seemed to be darker than before he fell asleep. He rubbed his eyes, but forgot that there was the sticky blood on his hands, which caused him to open his eyes now, and his eyes were blurred.

"Damn it."

Feng Yangshu cursed inwardly, not sure whether he was scolding this dark night or scolding himself.

He stood up and was about to reach out to find the incandescent switch of the cabin, but he tripped by something.

After he got up and turned on the incandescent lamp, he grabbed a handful of straw placed in a corner of the cottage, wiped off the blood from his face, and looked at the place where he had just tripped himself.

It was a jar, yes, it was the earthen pot in the countryside, but it was generally used as the jar of pickled sauerkraut.

Maybe I used too much force just now and kicked the earthen pottery jar down.

Feng Yangshu sighed. He thought he could find any clues, even a little bit, but he didn't expect to find nothing. It's been almost two hours since he stayed here, but he still found no clues in this wooden house.

It's very dark outside and very dangerous.

Feng Yangshu thought of a sentence the association president said when he first joined the association—

"When everything is unknown, the most important thing is to protect yourself."

In fact, darkness is the biggest natural enemy of mankind.

Because of the darkness, everything is unknown.

Because of darkness, danger is more likely to occur.

With the purpose of protecting himself, Feng Yangshu did not go out to wander around.

Now that I and the members of the association are lost, if I cannot protect myself, how can I meet with them?

Feng Yangshu walked to the earthenware jar and tried to put it back to its original place, but found a metal object just now.

Under the faint incandescent light, the metal sheet has a copper luster. With the reflection, Feng Yangshu saw a line of difficult letters on it—

“there       demons    in    everyone's    heart.”

A Chinese font was carved below—

"install".

There was a hole in the metal plate. It seemed that the rope had been passed through the neck, but why did this metal plate, which seemed to be of great significance, fall into this small wooden house?

It is obvious that this metal piece with the word "An" engraved with it should be an item carried by a person.

But why it fell here? Feng Yangshu is unknown in this small wooden house that is almost rotten.

When he saw the word "An", he was inexplicably sad. He remembered that in the team that came to this small town to explore the final word "An" in his name, An Yan.

In his impression, An Yan was a guy who talked alone all day long. What made him most profound was the metal carvings he wore on his hand. The patterns on them made the professional carving members in the association still amazed...

Wait...An Yan? Metal carvings?

Feng Yangshu rubbed the metal plate in his hand and finally found something wrong.

He wanted to recall more clues about An Yan, but he never got anything. This memory was like a hand erased from his mind, with no memory at all.

"What, how could it be?"

He is obviously a member of his team, why does he have no memory?

There is also this metal piece, with the tiny patterns on it, which are clearly fragments of the metal carvings worn by An Yan on his wrist.

What happened to An Yan?

Feng Yangshu held his head in pain, trying to recall it hard, but...it was still the same as before.

There is no clue...

Suddenly, he put down his head-held hand and looked around the cabin, trying to find more clues.

Since there are items that belong to An Yan, a member of their association, if you look around, you may find clues about them and find the direction for you to move forward in this small town.

The incandescent lights above the head were flashing lightly and darkly.

Although the rain stopped, the wind in the darkness gave him inexplicably more fear.

The bitter cold wind, as if it was about to devour him, brushed Feng Yangshu's skin from every corner of the wooden house, giving him the illusion of being stabbed into his body by dozens of knives.

The stiff touch on his hands made him tremble in the cold wind.

With the faint light, he saw clearly that the foreign object he touched was a brown backpack.

The backpack is dirty, but the dust on it is easy to brush away, and it is obvious that this was left here not long ago.

He put his backpack on the table. The surface of the backpack was stained, but there were a few dark red marks on the backpack strap, which looked slightly scary.

"Is it An Yan's backpack?"

After this thought came to Feng Yangshu's mind, he immediately reached out to the zipper.

The sharp and harsh birds outside the window were particularly abrupt in the darkness. They frowned and looked at the vultures making noises. They felt that something seemed to be more in this small town...

Is it lifeless?
Chapter completed!