Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 62 Catching a Turtle in a Jar

The black shadow continued to spread upwards at an extremely fast speed, and wherever it passed, even the hard rocks emitted a hissing sound as if they were being corroded by strong acid.

"Walk!"

Ye Jianguo dared not hesitate. Since the way out was cut off, he could only rush towards the dark side shrouded in eternal night.

Chen Hua followed closely behind, and the two of them, like antelopes running on the brink of life and death, stumbled and crawled all the way into the cold, bone-chilling darkness.

The moment they stepped into the shady area, they felt the temperature plummet and a chilling wind blow through the air.

The two ran all the way to the mountainside. Only when the outline of a dilapidated temple came into view did they dare to stop and sit down to catch their breath.

This side is clearly more sinister than the other.

If the gods on the sunny side are lifeless clay sculptures, then the Grim Reaper here is more like a mask made of freshly peeled flesh. In the dim light, it even gleams with a greasy sheen.

"Sigh, looks like our workload is going to double." Ye Jianguo straightened up and straightened his slightly disheveled leather jacket. "This census work will have to be done from both sides, implementing 'cross-border enforcement'."

Chen Hua rolled his eyes again, saving himself the energy for sarcasm. He simply kept a watchful eye on his surroundings while giving Ye Jianguo a perfunctory reply: "Yes, yes, Team Leader Ye is right. I'll definitely add a few more lines about 'going deep into the front lines' to your report later."

The two exchanged banter to ease the tension while cautiously approaching the statue.

Passing the altar, a strong, acrid smell hits you. Behind the statue is a huge stone-lined recess filled with black waste oil, a stark contrast to the other side.

A headless male corpse was floating silently on the oil noodles, his body burned to a crisp, like an overcooked fried dough stick, curled up in a ball.

Ye Jianguo picked up a tree branch from the side, and, suppressing his nausea, pushed the body to the edge of the pool.

"This one was beheaded." He pointed to the clean wound at the severed neck. "Judging from the degree of contraction on the cut surface, the head must have been gone before it was burned."

Chen Hua's gaze, however, fell on a few pieces of cloth that had not been completely burned beside the pool.

The fabric was uniformly dark blue cotton, with rough stitches and patches.

Her pupils contracted slightly.

The pattern and texture look so familiar.

"This outfit?" Chen Hua's voice was a little tense. "It's practically a carbon copy of the one Ah Dan is wearing."

The two exchanged a glance, each reading a deeper meaning in the other's eyes.

If this corpse is Adan, then who is Adan, who is lively and energetic on the other side of the mountain, and who even looks more like a designer than them?

Or rather, this script is a vicious cycle, where all the Adan will eventually turn into a piece of charcoal in this pool.

"I told you our guide is no ordinary person, right?" Ye Jianguo threw away the tree branch, clapped his hands, and said, "Let's go, let's go to the village and take a look. Since it's a census, we have to get to the bottom of it."

The two descended the mountain path, where the silence was terrifying.

Ye Jianguo stopped as he passed two small mounds.

Although the light was dim, it was still possible to see a large area of ​​dark, radially splattered marks on the muddy ground in front of the mound, indicating a significant amount of bleeding.

Ye Jianguo squatted down, picked up a bit of blood-stained soil, and said, "It seems this is the primary crime scene, where someone was publicly executed."

Considering that headless, charred corpse, it goes without saying whose blood this is.

A chilling wind blew, carrying faint sounds of crying and laughter.

The two kept their figures as low as possible and, under the cover of night, made their way to the village entrance.

Under the old locust tree, the lights were bright, and hundreds of villagers knelt in a dark mass, like livestock waiting to be fed.

In the center of the crowd, a shirtless man was on all fours with a pale, headless "god" on his neck.

The man seemed to be exhausted, and each crawl was accompanied by a cracking sound as his bones could no longer bear the weight.

The villagers around them stared wide-eyed, their eyes gleaming with a green light, clearly in a state of extreme hunger.

"These are the 'survey subjects' for tonight?" Chen Hua gripped the baton Ye Jianguo had given him, feeling a chill run down his spine.

......

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Meanwhile, on the other side, in the underground chamber of the temple halfway up the mountain.

Da Lu never imagined he could be so agile.

"You fatso, you're pretty good at dodging." Ye Jianguo, the first generation with a square face, roared shrilly.

His once relatively normal human form has now completely collapsed.

With a series of crisp tearing sounds, a small, fleshy head was forced out from his left shoulder.

The small head had features exactly like his own, and emitted a shrill cry like a baby.

"Two heads? Go to hell!" Da Lu yelled, grabbing a glass bottle from the side and swinging it at the other person's head, but it was caught with one hand.

The monster's strength was astonishing; with a swing of its arm, Da Lu was flung away like a rag doll.

"Bang!"

He slammed his fist heavily against the iron door of the secret room. The force of the blow was so great that he felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining his chest red.

"Cough cough, it really hurts!" Da Lu struggled to get up, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the monster dragging its heavy steps closer and closer, its newly grown little head still frantically chewing the air.

The will to survive erupted in that instant.

Do you want to dance too?

He reached into his bag, pulled out a can, and smashed it with all his might. The can exploded at the monster's feet, slightly slowing its progress.

Taking advantage of this opening, Da Lu used both hands and feet to frantically rush towards the stone steps leading to the ground.

Closer now, the exit is right in front of us. The faint light from outside shines at the end of the steps—a glimmer of hope for life.

He dragged his heavy body, stumbling and crawling, until he reached the cave entrance. He could even smell the fresh air from the forest outside.

"If I survive, as long as I break through and use the terrain to my advantage, I can still hold my own against him."

Just as his fingers were about to touch the edge of the hole, a wrinkled face, smiling like a chrysanthemum, appeared above the hole.

He is the village chief.

The old man held a pipe in his hand, looking down at the disheveled Da Lu with a kind expression.

"Young man, it's not a good habit to sneak into other people's cellars."

The village chief took a puff of his cigarette, then slowly reached out and placed his hand on the crooked base of the statue beside him.

"No--"

Da Lu desperately reached out his hand, trying to hold back the closing exit.

"Boom, boom—"

The heavy statue, propelled by the mechanism, crashed back into place, sealing the cave entrance perfectly and swallowing up the last glimmer of light.

Darkness descended once more, leaving only the monster's heavy breathing and the chilling grinding of its teeth from its small head in the secret chamber.

"Now, we can have a proper talk about the 'census'."

From the depths of darkness came the pleasant whisper of the first generation Ye Jianguo.

Da Lu steeled his heart, reached into his bag again, and pulled out a prop...