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"": "Inside the house, Luo Bin was just as distraught.
The car window had long since fogged up. With someone's mouth pressed close to it for so long, their breath had blurred the glass, and he could no longer read Gu Yiren's lips.
Luo Bin felt as though he had missed a five-million lottery jackpot by a single number, or lost his chance at a better education because he had gotten one question wrong.
Why was he always just a little short?
Why did he always miss it by just that little bit?
Was he really unable to change anything? In his previous life, had he been destined to remain an ordinary person, endlessly struggling in the dust of the world, until he stopped breathing in a hospital just as unremarkably?
And in this life, was he going to be that ordinary person who always fell just short again?
Even with foreknowledge, even with the answers in advance, would every opportunity still slip perfectly past him?
"The evil spirits are here!" Old Kong barked under his breath.
A figure had appeared on the village road beyond the ceremonial archway.
He was tall, dressed in a very old-fashioned Zhongshan suit and a flat cap, with a slender black cane in his hand. He walked steadily toward the village.
More figures followed him, one after another. Luo Bin noticed that they weren't only coming down the road at the village entrance. Evil spirits were also emerging from both sides of the house they were in.
The village stood at the foot of the mountain, and the evil spirits came from the mountain. Any path at its foot could serve as a route; the largest road simply happened to be the village's main entrance and exit.
Soon, dozens of evil spirits had surrounded the Prisoner Cart.
Zhang Jun screamed, wailed, and even roared in agony.
Some of the evil spirits gathered around Zhang Li and the others' car, smiling as they gently tapped on the windows.
The car remained utterly silent, but Luo Bin could see the glaring light of the oil lamp through the windshield.
His eyelids twitched, and beads of sweat trickled down his temples.
His aversion to light returned. His throat felt itchy and dry, and waves of bloodlust surged through him.
They smelled so good...
Right beside him were Gu Ya, Zhang Yunling, and Luo Feng...
And farther to the side were so many villagers...
He didn't immediately consume the lamp oil. There wasn't much of it left. If he drank it too early, what if its effects didn't last until dawn? So Luo Bin endured again.
He didn't know what drug withdrawal felt like. He hadn't smoked in his previous life, either.
Perhaps that wasn't quite the right comparison?
After all, his body's instincts didn't reject his craving. It was only his conscious mind, and the reality of it, that he couldn't accept.
He tried to shift his attention away from the windshield and fixed his gaze on the Prisoner Cart.
More and more evil spirits clustered around it, their smiles growing broader.
Zhang Jun wet himself.
He trembled like a leaf.
"Now you're scared? What about when you were hurting people?" Old Kong sneered.
Every other villager in the house nodded without exception.
Luo Feng's expression was cold and grim, betraying nothing else.
Gu Ya pressed her lips together, seemingly afraid to look, yet her eyes still kept darting upward. It was human instinct-curiosity.
The greater the fear, the stronger the curiosity.
It was like being afraid someone might be lurking on a dark road, yet still scanning every direction warily, wondering where someone might spring out.
"Luo Shan!"
"I'll die with my eyes open! I'll never let you off!" His miserable roar rang out across the village road and into the night again.
Then an evil spirit leaped onto the Prisoner Cart, grabbed Zhang Jun's ear, and tore it clean off!
Blood sprayed wildly!
All that remained was Zhang Jun's agonized screaming!
Then a group of evil spirits moved in front of the Prisoner Cart and pulled it deeper into the village with ropes.
Another group pushed the cart from behind.
The evil spirits around it clambered aboard!
They scrambled over one another like cats ravenous for meat, and Zhang Jun was the mouse they had caught!
His screams never stopped.
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Gu Ya stopped watching. Pale-faced and trembling, she retreated to the back.
Zhang Yunling remained where she was, one hand braced against the window, her expression blank. She looked as though she had been frightened senseless.
Most of the villagers had gone pale. The sight was horrifying enough.
The punishment of the Village Tour had taken on a brutally tangible form!
They had been the ones to excitedly call for the Village Tour, and now they were the ones afraid of it...
Without his ears, Zhang Jun's head looked bare.
His fingernails were gone, ripped out one by one by the evil spirits.
He wailed and begged for mercy, every inch of fat on his body quivering.
Luo Bin was shaking, trembling uncontrollably.
"If you're scared, go over to your mother," Luo Feng said.
"Yes, it's been a long time since we've had a Village Tour like this. Don't keep watching if you're frightened. Besides punishment, it serves as a warning, reminding the villagers that they must obey the rules," Old Kong explained.
Luo Bin shakily crouched on the floor, buried his head deep in his folded arms, and opened his eyes wide.
Scared?
Not a chance.
He found it far too cathartic. He was even excited-so excited he wanted to roar, so excited he wanted to rush out the door!
This kind of cruelty was far too exhilarating!
He carefully slipped a hand into his pocket and took out the plastic pouch of lamp oil. With no one watching him, he stuffed it into his mouth and bit it open. Thick, slippery lamp oil instantly spread through his mouth.
His bloodlust and aversion to light were suppressed once again.
"Shan?" A hand settled on Luo Bin's shoulder.
"I'm fine, Dad. I'm all right now." Luo Bin took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
"Your eyes are badly bloodshot. Don't force yourself," Luo Feng reminded him.
"If he likes forcing himself, let him." Someone made the snide remark.
Luo Feng's expression didn't change, and he continued to ignore it.
"I'm really fine." Luo Bin spoke quietly, afraid to open his mouth too wide and reveal the oil inside.
Then he leaned close to the window again.
The Prisoner Cart was already far away.
So was that great throng of evil spirits.
The Village Tour was only beginning.
The village entrance was the appetizer, the bloodiest part was inside the village, and the most intense part should be at the far end?
But the evil spirits didn't seem to have entirely left...
About a few dozen slowly walked back and gathered beside the Santana.
The villagers who chose to stay here were, to varying degrees, less able to stomach things and didn't dare watch too many bloody scenes.
So when the evil spirits surrounded the Santana, most of the villagers grew even paler. Their earlier clamor vanished, replaced by deep fear.
Luo Bin's heart had already been cold. Now it sank to rock bottom.
He had been hoping that all the evil spirits would crowd around Zhang Jun on the Village Tour, allowing that damned bastard Zhang Li to escape this ordeal.
But things went precisely against his wishes.
"Zhang Li... I'm scared..." Zhu Qianqian said shakily.
"Don't be scared! Didn't they surround the car and knock on the windows earlier? The doors and windows are tightly shut. They can't open them, and we have the oil lamp! Wait! Once daylight comes, we'll just follow them out!" Zhang Li spoke with absolute certainty, though his eyes were also bulging, every blood vessel clearly visible.
Then he swallowed and looked at the oil lamp.
The bright flame allowed him to relax a little.
But then something strange happened.
The oil lamp jolted!
With that movement, the lamp oil nearly sloshed out.
This oil lamp belonged to the Mountain God Temple and was three or four times larger than an ordinary one, holding much more oil. Only because it had burned for two full days, leaving less than half its oil, did it not spill over immediately.
"Ah!"
Zhu Qianqian screamed and said in terror, "They're pushing the car, rocking it! Oh God, Zhang Li, we're done for! We're finished!"
Zhang Li went numb.
The dozen or so evil spirits surrounding the Santana smiled as they braced their hands against it and shoved hard!
The car was heavy, but how heavy could it be against a dozen people?
If they really put their backs into it, even a group of ordinary people could lift a car.
"Don't be scared! It's fine... it's fine... I'll hold the lamp steady," Zhang Li stammered.
With a clang, the evil spirits lifted the car slightly and slammed it back down.
The violent jolt sent the lamp oil leaping up, and the flame almost went out.
Zhang Li hurriedly steadied the lamp with both hands, but most of the oil still spilled out, soaking his palms and sleeves!
Zhu Qianqian burst into tears and shrieked hysterically, "I told you we should get out of the car! What would have been wrong with going inside first? We could have gotten through today first! Even if the villagers might find out, we could still leave! You just didn't want to go inside! You were scared! You're going to get us all killed!"
"Shut up!" Zhang Li's veins bulged. He held the oil lamp firmly with one hand, its flame still burning.
Then he grabbed the steering wheel with his other hand and stamped on the accelerator. Amid the engine's roar, the car shot forward, sending several evil spirits in front of it flying and even running over one as it sped away!
"Now they know how naive their thinking was."
Inside the house, Luo Feng's expression remained unchanged as he quietly watched the car recede.
Luo Bin said nothing. There was only silence. His clenched fists slowly loosened, then tightened again!
The evil spirits all chased after the car! Even those it had struck got up as though completely unharmed and pursued it with short steps.
"That's as fast as they can go," Luo Feng added.
Luo Bin knew Luo Feng was feeding him information about the village.
Time passed little by little. The other villagers in the house relaxed considerably and began discussing how these outsiders would die. Some even said it would be a bit of a pity if the two women died, since they were so pretty.
Listening to them made Luo Bin's head ache and left him even more agitated.
Please remember our domain,
Just then, glaring high beams suddenly reappeared in the distance.
As the car drove toward the village entrance, Luo Bin clearly noticed that the oil lamp was no longer visible through the windshield.
The car abruptly stopped on the road in front of the archway, directly opposite the house Luo Bin and the others were in!
Then Zhu Qianqian burst out of the back seat and ran toward the door like a madwoman.
Zhang Li scrambled out, went to the back seat, and hauled out Gu Yiren, who was bound up like a rice dumpling, then ran after Zhu Qianqian!
Zhu Qianqian reached the door first and pounded on it.
"Open the door! Help! Help!" she screamed.
"Open the door! The evil spirits can lift the car! The oil lamp's broken! Hurry and let us in!" Zhang Li shouted shakily.
It had all happened so suddenly.
But every villager in the house wore an expression of indifference.
Facing the windows, they looked at Zhang Li and the others as though they were already dead.
Old Kong remained unmoved, and Luo Feng showed even less of a reaction.
"Open the door... Luo Shan... save us! Hurry and open the door! The evil spirits are catching up!" Zhang Li glanced back toward the village, then roared in utter terror, "You can't just leave us to die!"
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