[Holy shit, holy shit, can we not do this? People scaring people will literally scare them to death. This kid just wants to watch a live stream and have some fun!]
[The reaction upstairs is so real, but didn't the Master say they weren't human? They probably won't listen to reason.]
[Ahhh, I'm scared but I still want to watch, ying ying ying!]
Separated by the screen, the netizens were almost scared out of their wits, not to mention the Fated One, who was facing the scene directly.
His entire spine was rigidly straight, appearing calm, but in reality, his heart was practically stopping.
Looking at those ill-intentioned, piercing eyes, the Fated One forcefully suppressed his panic and said, "It's... it's... Uncle Qiu, we're not doing anything much. My friend told me there are crabs in the river outside the village!"
"We were thinking of catching a couple to try, afraid that if we went too late the crabs would move and we wouldn't get to eat any."
There was a small river not far from the village entrance, with many jagged rocks and waterweeds at the bottom, which indeed looked like a place for crabs...
On the first day the Fated One arrived, he had asked a villager about the area, and coincidentally, it was the very man in front of him.
However, being busy exploring other places, he hadn't thought to follow up.
Now, in his紧张 state, the Fated One's mind raced, and he actually managed to conjure up this excuse.
The man named Qiu, upon hearing this, grinned, his lips stretching into an empty smile.
"In this dead of winter, where would there be any crabs? Even if there were, they'd be scrawny and not worth eating."
"Just now, Uncle Hu's family slaughtered their 'Year-end pig' and sent our home several pieces of 'streaky pork.' His pig was raised well, that streaky pork is perfectly square. I had your Auntie stew it."
"The three of you, after you're done with your business, remember to come back for dinner. Your Auntie's braised streaky pork is absolutely delicious."
The man grew more and more excited as he spoke, the light in his eyes impossible to hide.
If it were before, knowing there was streaky pork to eat, the Fated One would have long since forgotten about catching crabs.
But now? Eat a damn thing!
That was live human flesh, damn it! Whether he'd be disgusted by actually eating it was one thing, but that stuff could give you prion disease and shrink your brain.
The Fated One forced himself to respond, "O-okay, I'll come over and bother you when we get back later."
The man named Qiu, upon hearing this, immediately beamed.
If there were outsiders there, they would have been horrified to discover that his mouth had no tongue.
His greenish-black skin was not a characteristic of a living person at all, and even the angles at which he occasionally looked were unsettlingly off. His black pupils were like misaligned 'cosmetic contacts,' revealing the gray, colorless true eyeballs beneath.
However, none of this mattered to the Fated One and his companions, because they had consumed "ghost soil," and their brains were obscured.
Otherwise, facing such terror directly, they would surely have been scared witless, revealing a major flaw, and who knew if they would even make it out of the village entrance.
The three of them made it out of the village entrance, narrowly escaping danger. Unsure what compelled them, they all turned back to glance at the village simultaneously.
Then, cold sweat drenched them from head to toe.
The village, as dusk approached, was eerily silent, like an oil painting, devoid even of the chirping of birds or insects. A quiet environment might still have some signs of life, but this village showed absolutely none. It was completely abnormal.
Coupled with Yaoyao's warning just now, the three of them were wildly relieved they hadn't gone to retrieve anything. Without another word, they bolted, running as fast as their legs could carry them.
They looked as if they were being chased by dogs, making the netizens burst into laughter.
[Honestly, the Fated One runs pretty fast. Can anyone estimate his 100-meter dash time? He might break a world record, hahahahaha.]
[I don't think he'll break it, but he's probably not far off. The camera looks like it's flying...]
[No, the Fated One and the others are so miserable, is it really okay for us to laugh so loudly, hahahaha!]
Some netizens seemed to have a sense of boundaries, but as they tried to dissuade others, they themselves started laughing, rendering their previous righteous words completely unconvincing.
[Wait, hold the laughter. The Master's expression looks off. This isn't over, is it?!]
[Holy shit, now that you mention it, I just noticed the Master's mood is really off. Oh my god, you've made me nervous again, ahhhhh!]
[No, they've already run out. What other danger could there be? Those people can't chase them out, can they?]
These words were like a prophet's ill-fated prophecy. As the Fated One ran, he suddenly stopped.
He was breathing heavily, his gaze fixed in terror on what was before him. He didn't know when, but he had returned to the "village entrance."
Now, a dense crowd stood there, their eyes sinisterly fixed on the Fated One, or more precisely, on the phone he was holding...
Standing at the very front of this group was the Elder Qiu he had just spoken to. The latter was now grinning at him, his voice hoarse and sharp.
"Young man, you're not honest. We invited you so warmly, and you just ran off like that. Isn't that too rude?"
"And... didn't I tell you that you can't make calls to outsiders in the village? You broke the rules! Old man, I... don't like people who break rules!"
As he spoke the last sentence, his wrinkled old face immediately darkened, as clusters of lumps emerged without warning on his skin. These lumps shifted continuously, as if something alive stirred beneath the skin, and with their movement,
the man's skin began to fester little by little. If one looked closely, they would discover that the ruptured lumps revealed human-faced carbuncles, packed tightly together.
Each one had a ghastly, sinister expression. Anyone with trypophobia would surely be scared to death on the spot upon seeing them.
The Fated One was slightly stronger, but only marginally so. He frantically retreated backward.
"Master, save me!" The next moment, he abandoned all concerns and screamed for help.
In the live stream, as that cry for help echoed, Yaoyao saw the group of inhuman, ghostly villagers charging towards the Fated One.
Some wielded pig-slaughtering knives, others had grown sharp claws. Without exception, they intended to eat people and peel their skin.
Under such a massive assault, the Fated One and his companions were already so terrified that their bodies wouldn't obey them, standing rooted to the spot, anxious and terrified.
Just as their lives were about to be forfeit, Yaoyao suddenly formed a hand seal and chanted an incantation, a cute, childlike Ghost-Slaying Incantation bursting from her lips.
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