Nightmare Attack

"The police initially suspected that it was an organized prison break and sent people to the village to stay on guard, but we had no idea what was going on."

"In the end, merchants who returned to Anping Town from other places hurried to the town to report the crime. They said they saw many corpses hanging in the woods not far from the town."

"The corpse was bloody and tortured. At first, the merchant thought it was a slaughtered animal."

"Are they the men in prison?" Jiang Zhongyi's face changed slightly.

The village chief had a gloomy look on his face, and after a while, he nodded, "First it's the men in the prison, and when all the people in the prison are dead, it's the village's turn."

"She didn't spare anyone who had contact with Zhao Xiangmei. The entire Qian's shop was almost killed by her."

Having said this, the village chief seemed to feel that he had lost his composure. His tense body relaxed slightly, and his voice was no longer so hoarse. He briefly explained to everyone.

It turns out that the village head of Xiaoshijian Village was named Qian.

The Qian family was the most prominent surname in the village. At that time, power in some remote areas was still firmly in the hands of these large families.

Therefore, what Zhao Xiangmei did back then was tacitly approved and even supported by the Qian family.

But when they were questioned by the police, they all blamed Zhao Xiangmei, which also paved the way for their subsequent tragedy.

The Qian family was the first to be retaliated against. In just one month, the Qian family was shattered into pieces, with very few people surviving.

Some of the families who fled the village were never heard from again.

Most of the empty houses in front of us now belong to Qian's family.

"Is it true that no one survived?" Li Lu hugged her body. Before she could recover from Ben Fu's death, she heard such horrifying news again.

"No," the village chief shook his head.

Zhou Rong had good eyesight. He looked to the left about a hundred meters away. There stood a temple-like building, but like the surrounding houses, it was very dilapidated.

Looking from a distance, the door was open, and several windows that were probably made of paper were completely rotten, and it was pitch black inside.

"Where is that place?" Zhou Rong stopped and then turned to look at the village chief.

Seeing the building, the village chief's eyes flashed with memories, and he sighed: "That used to be the ancestral hall of the Qian family. Later, after the Qian family fell, no one cleaned it anymore."

Chen Xiaomeng looked at the Qian Family Ancestral Temple from a distance, thinking that not only did no one dare to clean it, but it seemed that no one in the village dared to approach it.

Walking and chatting all the way, time flies by.

When the sun came out completely, the bluestone road disappeared and they walked into a valley.

The mountain road here is different from the previous one that led from the town to the village. This road is more rugged and twists and turns. In some places, several people need to support each other to walk through it.

In response, the village chief explained that no one had come here for a long time, and the original road was washed away by a flash flood, so they had no choice but to change to another road.

"How much longer?"

Jiang Zhongyi's physical strength was actually inferior to that of Pei Qian and Li Lu. After walking for a while, he was out of breath, and the smell of blood filled his throat from time to time.

The village chief, who was leaning on a cane and still needing the support of the dark man, walked a few steps, and then suddenly said: "We are here."

Pushing aside the blinding branches, sure enough, a very huge space suddenly opened up in front of us.

A pool of secluded spring is like the Milky Way flowing down, spread out between the mountains.

There are many mountains on both sides, and countless giant trees rise to the sky. Under the overlapping mountains, they seem to strangle this quiet spring between heaven and earth.

Pei Gan looked around, and then looked into the distance. The ridges in the distance formed an endless line.

"Strange" he said suddenly.

Jiang Zhongyi was closest to him and heard Pei Qian talking to himself. He looked at the latter, frowned and asked, "What's so strange?"

Pei Qianli ignored him and turned to look at the village chief. "Village Chief Liu," he asked, "when did the villagers discover this deep pool?"

"This is so early," the village chief pursed his dry lips and coughed twice. "It definitely didn't happen in the past hundred years. It must have been earlier, but I don't know exactly how long ago it was."

Jiang Cheng carefully walked to the edge of the pool, chose a rock that didn't look so slippery, squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched the pool water, and suddenly felt that the pool water was freezing cold.

In an instant, his whole body was shaken.

He had never imagined that water could be so cold and not yet frozen.

"This water is very cold," the swarthy man appeared not far from Jiangcheng. The incident of secretly stuffing him a steamed bun made the man's favor towards Jiangcheng greatly increase.

He warned: "Be careful, if you fall, you won't be able to save yourself."

Jiang Cheng retracted his hand and stared at the deep pool. After a while, he suddenly asked: "Are there any fish in this water?"

"Fish?" The man didn't seem to understand what Jiang Cheng meant, and his thick eyebrows were knitted together.

This was once the place where the village executed unfaithful women. A hundred years later, the bodies of the dead inside were not a hundred, but dozens.

What's more, Zhao Xiangmei's bones are also inside.

He was actually wondering if there were any fish in such an evil place?

"I don't know," he swallowed and answered honestly, "probably not."

The water here is so cold that if you touch it, you won't feel refreshed for several days. Once, a blind old woman came to the village, carrying a snake-head walking stick, and she said she had some tricks up her sleeve.

According to her, the water in Hanzhen Lake carries the resentment of the dead women. As long as you go down, you will be entangled by the resentful spirits, and you will never come up again.

The swarthy man didn't understand this. He only knew that it was very dangerous here. It was best not to come if you could, and it was best to stay away from the pool if you came.

This water is ominous.

"Ada!"

The swarthy man suddenly heard the village chief calling him. After answering, he immediately ran over. He listened to the village chief's words very much.

It's quite slippery here, so the village chief probably wants to take them to see the stone tablet with the curse written on it.

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and stared at the cold pool water.

The entire pool is about a few hundred square meters, and the surrounding water is relatively clear, but the closer you get to the middle, the darker the color becomes, and the middle part is so dark that it seems to swallow up light.

After watching for a long time, Jiang Cheng even felt a little dizzy. Many strange pictures suddenly appeared in his mind, and he had a vague urge to plunge into the pool.

He suppressed this impulse, and the moment he broke free, he saw a woman's face in the middle of the dark pool.

When he realized it and looked carefully, it was still pitch black.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his feet, and through the reflection of the nearby pool, he saw a figure unknowingly appear behind him.

Judging from her figure, she is undoubtedly a woman.

The woman raised one foot, as if gathering strength.