Chapter Fifteen: The Temptation of Great Wealth

  Guo Dafu grumbled, and the old mushroom leaned in close to him: "When people die, money can only be exchanged for paper that's been burned. What's the point of mentioning money? Take it." As he spoke, the old mushroom snatched away Guo Dafu's designer jacket, tightly wrapped the dead man's head in it, and handed it over to Guo Dafu: "Hold on tight, don't let go."

  Qin Zhong patted Guo Dafu with his hand: "In this ghostly place, let's listen to Lao Mo for the time being. Who knows what's going on in this village? But now I see that it's all graves, don't be kidding, follow me."

  "Brother Qin, I'll follow you then. I won't speak." Yingzi closely followed behind Qin Zhong's back, with Guo Dafu following closely behind Yingzi.

  The old mushroom looked at Qin Zhong's formation and suddenly smiled: "This is right, we can only get through the front tomb of death like this. But remember, don't look back when you pass by."

  The old mushroom walked in front, a ghost and three people formed a line, walking along the dark greenish-black soil path in the middle of the entire tomb area.

  When Qin Zhong first entered the so-called village, he didn't feel anything. What he saw visually was different from what Yingzi and Guo Dafu saw, but his sense of smell and hearing couldn't guarantee that it was different from the two people.

  Guo Dafu walked at the back, with a dead man's head in his hand, and he didn't feel very comfortable in his heart. Although he was originally a very bold person, these ghostly things made him uneasy because he had no bottom line in his heart, so the panic in his heart was normal. His eyes wandered around, looking left and right, and the resistance and tension in his heart seemed to disappear, and he relaxed his mood, becoming somewhat indifferent to what Lao Mo said earlier.

  What entered Qin Zhong's eyes, however, was the yellowish-black soil. One mound after another, it seemed as if no one had ever come to pay their respects here. The soil on top of most mounds was sparse, and some had even collapsed, revealing coffin corners, which were also few in number.

  As far as the eye can see, there are at least 500 tombs here. Qin Zhong's scalp began to feel numb. How many people will be buried in this underground? Are they all unjust deaths? He knew that unjust death refers to abnormal death, not normal death, not death in battle, but being killed, suicide, homicide and other forms of unnatural death.

  In this old mountain, there are so many people who died in vain. It can be imagined that something must have happened here at the beginning. However, it is possible to see some coffins exposed, which proves that all the people here seem to have been buried by someone.

  The old mushroom seemed to be indifferent to all the tomb packages, just walking forward. Yingzi was holding a flag in his hand and muttering something in his mouth, although he didn't make a sound, but it could be seen that Yingzi's heart had already been tensed up by the old mushroom.

  But what Qin Zhong was most worried about at this moment was that Guo Dafu, because he was walking in the back, couldn't help with anything and couldn't see.

  Qin Zhong was thinking, they had already entered the encirclement of the tomb package. In Qin Zhong's eyes, it seemed that some of the tomb packages emitted black smoke, and the black smoke seemed to drift in front of Qin Zhong with the wind, being absorbed into his nostrils, and stored in his mouth.

  The delicious smell, he couldn't help but rush over to see what it was, but because of visual identification, he knew that this place was not normal, and all temptations could not be taken seriously.

  In Yingzi's ears, there was a sudden burst of children's crying sounds, the voices were so mournful that they made people's hair stand on end. The despair, sadness and hopelessness were all mixed in this cry. Yingzi's willpower was almost conquered, but perhaps because he was muttering some kind of curse, these sounds gradually faded away. In his eyes, there was only the black soil and yellow dust under his feet.

  But Guo Dafu, who was walking at the back, encountered a lot of trouble. He held the dead man's head in one hand, and the dead man's head kept chomping away, making "gulugulu" noises in his mouth, which made Guo's already anxious heart even more anxious. He pulled out his pistol and smashed the head with two gun butts, wanting to curse, but after a long time, he could only shout curses in his mouth, and finally swallowed them back.

  Guo Dafu was truly tormented both mentally and visually, the entire graveyard looked like a patchwork of villages to him, and the smell that wafted into his nostrils seemed to be the aroma of braised pork, which made it even harder for him, who was already starving, to resist the temptation, his saliva had already dripped onto his curly beard.

  Helpless, Guo Dafu wiped his mouth with his hand and followed along, originally intending to call out to Qin Zhong to stop for a moment and get some food, but thinking of Old Mushroom's words, he endured it instead.

  But in the subsequent temptation, Guo Dafu's psychological defense line was once again subjected to a strong attack. Suddenly, a young and beautiful woman appeared in front of Guo Dafu, wearing a red plaid short-sleeved shirt, with a ponytail tied up, and the buttons on her shirt seemed to be ruthlessly torn open at her high and proud breasts, revealing the white and tender skin inside, and the flesh-colored semicircle trembling up and down.

  And under this woman's long skirt, a gust of wind from nowhere lifted the hem, and the hem brought the whole skirt flying high, revealing the scenery underneath, making Guo Dafu's chin drop, stopping his advancing footsteps.

  The woman leaned in close to Guo Dafu, a subtle smile on her face, and two deep dimples appeared on her delicate cheeks, a row of shiny white teeth that seemed to be sparkling here.

  On the dinner plate held by the woman was Dongpo pork knuckle, which Guo Dafu loved to eat most of the time.

  Faced with the temptation of food and beautiful women, Guo Dafu's eyes began to burn with desire, and his long-starved stomach growled with a low rumble.

  The woman took a step closer to Guo Da Fu and whispered: "Sir, it seems you're from afar. Why not come to my place for a visit? My husband is away, and I'm bored with nothing to do. I've cooked a table full of good dishes but have no one to share them with...

  Guo Dafu's eyes widened as he listened, his head held high, as if the zipper of his high-quality jeans was about to burst open. Sweat began to seep from his forehead, and he really wanted to grab a handful of those soft, sticky rice balls. With food, drink, and beautiful women, this wasn't some ghost village, but a paradise on earth!

  "The little brother just doesn't speak, and he's quite shy too. Let's go, follow me." As she spoke, the woman handed the dinner plate in her hand to Guo Dafu, turned around and beckoned to Guo Dafu with one hand, while turning her body away with the other. It was only then that the skirt floated down, and as the spring light was gradually blocked out, Guo Dafu looked at his favorite dish in his hand, sniffed it with his nose for a long time, opened his mouth and was about to eat.

  But the crunching sound of that dead man's head was really too annoying, he raised his gun stock again with two gun stocks, so one hand held the gun and the other hand held the dead man's head, could only use his mouth to tear at that piece of Dongpo pork knuckle like a dog eating food, it seemed that he was truly starving to the point where his IQ had dropped, put down the things in his hands and used his hands to eat instead, but he insisted on using his mouth to bite directly.

  It was probably because of this brainless action that the originally loaded handgun fired in his hand, a gunshot rang out, shocking the sky and earth, and suddenly scared Guo Dafu, the plate in his hand fell to the ground, when he looked at the delicious food again, the whiskers on his chin were straightened, and the whole person became like Zhang Fei.

  The saliva that had flowed down his chin was suddenly sucked back into his mouth as he became excited, and his eyes stared blankly at the thing on the ground.

  The plates that had fallen to the ground turned into a coffin board with lazy long hair, and the delicious Dongpo pork knuckle was actually a rotten leg bone, on which there were dozens of linear corpse insects crawling back and forth in the remaining unrotten meat residue. Moreover, judging by the naked eye, this leg bone should be a human leg.

  When Guo Dafu looked at the beautiful woman who had just walked away, the woman turned her head and revealed a smug and sinister smile, but this smile was the most nauseating smile in the world.

  The woman's head was covered in black blood, her cheekbones seemed to have been squeezed out of shape by some external force, and her eyeballs bulged out of their sockets. The two deep dimples on her face had turned into two deep pits due to the rotting of the skin, from which a yellowish-black pus flowed out at times.