This Damned Thirst for Survival

Sleeping Datongpu had such a drawback. Jiang Luo resigned his fate to tidy up his hair and separated the people on the left and right with a quilt.

After a difficult night, at six o'clock in the morning, the contestants will leave the rest area.

Liaos moved slowly, and after he had cleaned up, there were no other people in the room.

He was not in a hurry, and slowly sorted his luggage, took out twenty palm-sized plastic bags, picked up the hair on the bedding of all the contestants except him, and closed them, and then wrote their names one by one.

He put these plastic bags in the suitcase, and finally took out the one that was packed last night.

In the small plastic bag, a long hairpin twists and turns. Among all the contestants, only one person has such long hair.

Liao Si looked at him curiously for a while, and said to himself: "Beaver, why did you say that the master controlled my hair to suppress Jiang Luo yesterday?"

"If you want hair, can't you just get up in the morning and pick it up?"

There was no one but him in the room, but another cold voice came out of thin air: "How do I know what the master is thinking? Your thoughts can be read by the master, why not ask the master."

Liao Si smiled and said: "You also know that the master can manipulate my body at any time and can know my thoughts, but I was curious all night and thought about it all night, and the master did not answer me a word. This is not just to ask you. ?"

The flower raccoon doesn't want to continue this topic with him, "If you don't go out, someone will come to you."

Liao Si sighed and walked out of the resting place.

Jiang Luo is listening to the staff talk about the third pass.

The staff member said: “In the dense forest, there is an isolated village called Shentu Village. A month and a half ago, the police received an alarm call from Shentu Village, but when they drove to Shentu Village, they found out. There is no telephone in Shentu Village. After investigating Shentu Village, the police found that Shentu Village had experienced many strange diseases many years ago, and each strange disease caused half of the deaths. But even so, Shentu Village People in Shentu Village have never left the village. In recent years, there have been no strange diseases in Shentu Village, but even stranger things have happened—"

"Every time a person dies in Shentu Village, a new life will emerge in the village. The total population of their village has never changed in several years."

The staff said: "Dear contestants, all you need to do is to solve the secrets of the deep soil village within a week and survive successfully."

The following is still the familiar set of signing death exemption agreements, but everyone's expressions are much heavier than the previous level.

On the road to Shentu Village, cars can't get in, so you can only go on foot. Baihua University and Shanhai University have the largest number of people. The people from the two schools are naturally divided into two teams. The others who participated in the competition on their own looked at each other and formed the last temporary team.

But one person ignored anyone, picked up the compass alone and walked into the dense forest.

"How do you know that person is from Wenxing University," Liao Si slowly walked to Jiang Luo's side, "This person is very unique. But I am not alone, Jiang Luo, can I go with you?"

Jiang Luo turned his head to look at him, Liao Siyi smiled weakly, "Although I am not in good health, at least I am a corpse chaser and will not drag you down."

The identity of the corpse chaser is really popular. This is Xiangxi again, and Jiang Luo has no reason to refuse Liao Si. He nodded, and asked casually, "Isn’t the corpse chaser just supposed to have a good body? After all, he occasionally drives the corpse back to his hometown from a foreign country, and drove through thousands of mountains and rivers on the way, only relying on a pair of legs and feet. effort."

"What you mean," Liao Si said calmly, "I learned the skill of removing corpses, but I have never removed corpses. Because of my congenital shortcomings, I can't support me so far. If I can, I want to try too. The feeling of chasing the corpse."

He sighed, "But if I want to apply what I have learned, I guess I can only change my body."

After Liao joined the team, their schedule slowed down.

It is true that Shentu Village is in dense forests, and it is true that it is remote and backward. There was only one mountain road stepped on into the village. Before halfway down, Liao Si was tired and sweaty, and his face turned pale.

Kuang Zheng and Lu took turns supporting him, and three hours later, the group arrived at Shentu Village.

There is a large luxuriant locust tree planted at the head of Shentu Village. The loess under the locust tree is flat, with a large shadow hidden underneath, and the breeze blows and leaves whirling.

A group of people walked under the shade of the trees, and the coolness came to their faces. Liao Si leaned against the tree to rest, breathing quickly, Lu Yi teased him: "Liao Si, you are more useless than Jiang Luo before."

Jiang Luo smiled, raised his head and took a sip of water, but suddenly saw a pair of naked purple feet appear on Lu Yi's end.

He stopped moving and looked up. A male corpse who had been hanged for an unknown number of years was hung on a locust tree by ropes in a rotten manner, right above Lu Yi.

Jiang Luo: "Lu Yi..."

The moment he made his voice, the male corpse disappeared instantly.

In broad daylight, the scene of the hideous corpse just now seemed to be Jiang Luo's illusion.

Lu You turned his head to look at him: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Luo licked his dry mouth, "Come here, don't stand there."

Although Lu Yi was puzzled, he walked up to him obediently. After drinking half a bottle of water, he curiously said: "Don't tell me, I just stood there and always felt itchy scalp, as if something was scratching me. With the same hair, it’s better to stand here."

Jiang Luo couldn't bear to tell him the fact that it was a pair of dead feet that touched his hair.

When they were almost resting, Jiang Luo urged them to get up and leave under the big locust tree.

At the entrance of the village, the village chief is taking his son Wang Qian to receive the contestants.

The attitude of the two of them was neither lukewarm nor cold, and they learned from the village chief that Jiang Luo and the others were the slowest among the three batches of contestants.

But Jiang Luo discovered that the village chief didn't seem to know that they were the contestants who came to explore the secrets of the village, but regarded them as a team of ordinary university students traveling.

The competition party should have given a lot of money to Shentu Village. The room that Shentu Village vacated for them, and the rest place prepared by the competition parties should be better.

After sending them to the room, the village chief said indifferently: "Our village has a sacrificial activity tonight. You can participate, but you can only stay silent at the end. If you participate, then remember that unclean people cannot. Participate, you must not utter slurs at the sacrifice, you must not use your fingers to point at the table, and you must not touch things on the table with your unwashed hands."

These are the basic rules when offering sacrifices, they naturally understand, and nodded when they heard the words, without any doubt.

The village chief nodded in satisfaction, and his attitude was slightly relaxed, "We have a lot of snakes, insects, rats and ants here. Don't go up the mountain if you are fine. After being bitten, come to me quickly."

After the exhortation, the two village chiefs left.

This area of ​​the room is filled with contestants. Except for the people in the village, there are 21 other people.

Xu Yan from Shanhai University hesitated and walked over and said, "Did you meet any villagers when you entered the village?"

Jiang Luo nodded, "I met a few people."

"I just asked the village chief. There are 311 people in their village," Xu Yan said. "As the staff said, the village chief said that this number has not changed for several years."

311. If it is analyzed from the numerical angle corresponding to the Xiantian Bagua, it is Gen Gua, Gen is a mountain, which implies barriers and obstruction.

Jiang Luo squinted, "Why do you want to tell us this information?"

He now sees everyone with suspicion. For no reason, who will share information during the game?

Xu Yan whispered: "We want to thank you for the last level. Thanks to your information, we can advance..." His expression dimmed, "Or you found out that Brother Bai was possessed by evil spirits. Brother was rescued, otherwise we would have no face to continue participating in the competition."

After confirming that his demeanor had not cheated, Jiang Luo said in a big way: "You're welcome, it's a small matter."

Xu Yan shook his head, "If we get any clues, we will tell you. Thank you for helping us advance, and thank you for saving Brother Bai's life."

After speaking, for fear that Jiang Luo would refuse, he turned and left without waiting for Jiang Luo's reaction.

Zhuo Zhongqiu sighed: "During the last level, this person named Xu Yan was very defensive against us."

Jiang Luo said solemnly: "This is called goodness and goodness."

They went back to the room to put down their luggage, and hurried around the village in the deep soil before the evening.

The village of Shentu was bigger than they had imagined. Two high mountains surrounded the village by the edge of the village. They are divided into five groups to see if they can figure out the layout of Shentu Village today.

Together, Jiang Luo and Lu Yi saw many villagers in the deep soil village along the way. These villagers are no different from the villagers in any other village. On the contrary, they still appear extremely happy, with smiles on the faces of more than half of them.

Green mountains and green waters, old men and young children, at first glance, this place is like a paradise from the world.

Lu has one: "The people here seem to be living well."

As they spoke, they had already reached the edge of the village. With weeds growing on both sides, Jiang Luo suddenly said, "Something is wrong."

Lu Yi asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Luo pointed to the vegetable field among the weeds, and said, "Look at these fields, the crops are all withered, and it is clear that they have not been taken care of for a long time."

Lu Yi scratched his head: "Are the people who plant this piece of land too lazy?"

"In rural areas, especially in such isolated villages, most of the food, clothing, housing and transportation are done by themselves," Jiang Luo shook his head. Planted in their own yard or in front of their homes. People who can run to the edge of the village to grow vegetables are because the vegetables grown at home are not enough to eat. They will only be more diligent and not lazy. Otherwise, they don’t care about it, so why bother to plant them. ?"

Lu Yi also felt reasonable, "Shall we go back and have a look?"

When they went back this time, they looked more closely. Sure enough, there are more or less vegetable plots in front of each house, but some of them take care of this plot very well, and some of them are with dead plants and sparse vegetation.

People whose fields have withered are not without people, but some people don't care about the life or death of the vegetable fields. It seems that there is only one reason for laziness.

The two returned the same way, and when they were about to get home, a little girl in red suddenly rushed out of the corner and hit them directly.

When the two were hit, Jiang Luo stabilized the little girl in time, put on a deceptively kind face, and said with a smile: "Little sister, what are you doing so fast?"

The little girl in red looks like eleven or twelve years old, and she has just reached Jiang Luo's waist. She has the same long black hair as Jiang Luo. Her fringe is dirty and clinging to her forehead. Her face is covered with dust and dead grass. Her eyes are big, but they are hollow and non-sense, as inorganic as a doll.

The little girl said: "I'm going to find mom and dad."

Lu Yi said enthusiastically, "Where do your parents live? We will send you there."

As soon as the voice fell, a couple ran behind the little girl. The woman was still wearing an apron and the man was wearing slippers. His expressions were exactly the same as anxious. When they saw the little girl, their faces were happy, "Little girl, I'm going to eat, what are you running?"

The facial features of the two of them are faintly similar to those of the little girl, and people can see their relationship at a glance. Lu Yi said to the little girl: "Your parents are here."

The little girl ignored the call behind her, and said stiffly: "I'm going to find another mom and dad."

Another mom and dad?

Before Jiang Luo could think too much, the couple had already ran up to the little girl, and they cautiously coaxed the little girl softly. The mother gently patted the fallen leaves on the little girl, and the father touched the little girl's forehead lovingly, and after a few words, led the little girl back.

Their love for the little girl is obvious, and even a little too nervous.

Jiang Luo frowned as he watched them gradually moving away, and returned home with Lu Yi.

Soon, the others returned. Everyone didn't get any useful information, so they could only wait for the sacrificial activities in the evening.

At six o'clock in the evening, Wang Qian, the son of the village chief, gave them a cloth mask that could cover the lower half of their face.

A red smiling lips were embroidered crookedly with needles and threads on the mask. The fabric was rough and there were four thin threads sewn on both sides, which could be knotted in the back of the head.

Wang Qian repeatedly exhorted, “You must smile when you sacrifice. If you can’t laugh, wear a mask and go out. This is the custom in our village. Please respect our custom.”

He said important things three times, but Wang Qian said five times. Before he left, he was afraid that they would forget the same, and looked back three times anxiously.

After he left, Jiang Luo put on a mask in front of the mirror. In the mirror, the distorted smile spread out on his lips, grinning to the base of his ears. It is extremely uncomfortable to see it at first glance. If you look at it a few more times, you will even vaguely feel that you have become strange and distorted in the mirror.

Jiang Luo took off his mask, turned around, and suddenly met another twisted face with a big smile.

Liao Si smiled and stood behind him. The mask on his mouth fits perfectly on the bridge of his nose. The mask trembles when he speaks, as if the red embroidered lips are constantly opening and closing. "This mask is not very embroidered. Sample."

A well-behaved and beautiful man, after putting on a mask, he looked like a perverted murderer. Jiang Luo's eyebrows twitched, "Can you take off the mask?"

Liao Si obediently picked it off, "It seems that music is playing outside."

Jiang Luo listened carefully, and there was indeed a sound of music outside. They took masks and went out, and they saw the villagers coming out of every household. The crowd soon became a long line, swaying along with the music. .

Children laughed and waved the toys in their hands. Adults talked about funny things in twos and threes. Everyone was smiling without exception.

The contestants followed at the end of the crowd. Jiang Luo didn't want to wear this somewhat permeable mask, so the corners of his mouth curled up, and he mixed in with a perfunctory smile.

The crowd came to the ancestral hall, the horizon dimmed, and a purple-red fire cloud was set ablaze.

The altar was placed in front of the ancestral hall, and many tributes were also placed on the ancestral hall. Fruits, pig's head and noodles, look at the regulations, should be worshiping a certain god.

The village chief was walking around anxiously at the altar table. He asked his son, "Has the goddess come yet?"

Wang Qian wiped his head with sweat profusely, "I haven't come yet."

The village chief's expression was distorted for a moment, his pupils tightened with extreme fear, "Are we missing something?"

Wang Qian's voice trembled, "Impossible, we put everything on it."

He hurriedly looked at the altar table, "Censer, candle holder, vase, eight tributes, tea bowl... a lot."

The village chief looked at it the same way. After he was sure that there was nothing missing, he felt a little relieved and said to himself: "It should be the gods who have delayed something. Let's wait."

Jiang Luo, who was behind the crowd, made his face stiff with laughter, and he hadn't started offering sacrifices in front of him. He maintained his expression without a smile, and when he looked to his side, most of the contestants had already put on masks and rubbed their faces.

Liao Si put it on too, he looked at Jiang Luo curiously, "Don't you wear it?"

Jiang Luo immediately put the mask on his face, "Everyone is so ugly, I don't have a psychological burden."

Liao Si laughed a few times, then coughed in a low voice, and said weakly, "It's starting to cool down."

There was a burst of cheers in front of him, Jiang Luo looked up, and it turned out that a man dressed in black and wearing a black hood came out of the ancestral hall.

The man walked to the village head and spoke a few words to the village head in a low voice. The village chief nodded repeatedly, his complexion became more and more red, and his joy and eagerness were beyond words.

After the man in black had finished speaking, the village chief turned to face the villagers, pressed his hands down, and said solemnly: "The sacrifice begins."

This sacrifice ended unexpectedly quickly. Before the moon rose in the middle, the village chief announced that it could be disbanded. Before disbanding, he said a word.

"Tomorrow is the day for the selection of people in the ancestral hall," the village chief said in a loud voice, "No matter whether the election is selected or not, it will not affect God's care for us! Sincerely, the gods will manifest themselves. I have to say these words once a year. This year is no exception. Don’t worry! Don’t have any disputes! Tomorrow at six o’clock in the afternoon, you will still be here. Have you heard?"

The villagers said in unison: "I heard it!"