Life in a mountain village is very interesting, quiet yet lively.

Outside the crowd, everything is quiet, but mixed with the loud sounds of insects; inside the crowd, children are chasing and playing, women are talking and chatting, and men are responsible for farm work.

But for the whole day today, there was a deathly silence in the village. Even the most ferocious big black dog seemed to have become particularly honest because of this atmosphere.

After a night of mental and physical stress, Zhang Tong almost didn't get up until the evening, and didn't even eat lunch.

"It's evening now? Once you close your eyes, it's a day?"

Pushing open the door and walking into the deserted yard, Zhang Tong looked at the darkening sky with a look of disbelief on his face.

You know, since he was promoted to extraordinary, his sleep time has been greatly reduced. This is the first time that he has slept until it was dark.

His eyes swept across the courtyard, not too far away, to the school filled with corpses. A cold wind blew by, and Zhang Tong's spirit was shaken.

"Has the fog cleared yet?"

Zhang Tong had a solemn look on his face, and the school not far away was still shrouded in thick fog, appearing looming.

You could only vaguely see corpses covered by straw mats, lying neatly on the muddy playground, like mass graves.

Among the corpses, the coffin from the village chief's house seemed to have been moved over and placed on the playground.

This scene makes people’s scalp numb!

A living person dies like that. After death, there is no decent place to stay. He can only be put on the muddy playground and covered with a straw mat.

"Human life is like a piece of grass..."

Zhang Tong shook his head, a little apologetic in his heart, but he didn't regret it much.

Although all the weirdness was caused by him unintentionally starting the extraordinary game, and so many people died, Zhang Tong himself must have some responsibility.

But according to Zhang Tong's previous speculation, if someone in history had really started the extraordinary game again and again, then he would have nothing to regret.

Rather than letting the process of the extraordinary game be in the hands of others and letting himself become the little person who can't help himself, Zhang Tong hopes that the process can be in his own hands!

"After the fog clears, when you reach a place with a signal, call the police as soon as possible."

Zhang Tong thought of the business card Wang Xinyao gave him...

"With the official understanding of these weird things, coupled with the power of the state machinery, the danger here should be able to be easily resolved, right?"

Zhang Tong muttered.

For the state machinery, he, a newbie, was in awe from the bottom of his heart.

Apart from anything else, a tiger who can tear himself into human flesh with his bare hands and roll it into a hot pot is no better than an orange cat in front of the state machinery.

The armed helicopters came over and fired with heavy machine guns. No tiger could hold it down.

"Huh?"

"Haidai, when did you get up?"

"I thought I was the first to get up."

At this moment, Fan Long's voice suddenly sounded behind Zhang Tong. Looking back, Fan Long was looking at himself standing in the yard with a surprised look on his face.

Zhang Tong smiled: "I just got up not long ago. It's getting dark soon. Let's wake everyone up and go to the village chief's house for dinner."

As he spoke, the smile on Zhang Tong's face gradually disappeared. He took a deep look at the school, which was as gloomy as a mass grave in the fog, and added:

"I hope everything will be peaceful tonight. As long as the fog dissipates, everything will be solved."

Fan Long scratched his head and didn't understand what Zhang Tong said was the solution, but he still said with an honest smile:

"Okay, then I'll wake them up. They've slept all day, and staying up another night won't be a big deal."

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"I suggest that all night watchmen wear clothes with a pocket on the left chest."

"Two people work in groups and patrol continuously. No one else is allowed to leave the room."

"Once you find someone with a pocket on the right side of your chest, it's very likely that he's a traitor, so sound the alarm immediately."

"I'm really not sure whether the Corpse Hand will appear."

"But one thing I am sure of is that if we stay up like this every night, the elderly and children in the village will have problems without the help of the corpse."

"Now that I have chopped off the corpse's hand with an axe, it may not appear tonight."

"If it does happen and we gather together again, village chief, what do you think?"

At the dinner table at the village chief's house, Zhang Tong expressed his thoughts with a serious face.

The village chief also listened carefully. He did not regard the eighteen-year-old young man in front of him as a junior. Instead, he regarded him as the only person the village could rely on!

I have to say that Zhang Tong’s opinions are still very constructive.

While ensuring that the villagers can get enough rest, it can also reduce the sense of panic caused by the strangeness as much as possible, so as to prevent the village from being shrouded in despair.

Looking at Zhang Tong who spoke so eloquently, the village chief couldn't help but nod his head, with a look of approval on his face:

"This arrangement is very good. At least it can make the atmosphere in the village less tense. Otherwise, I'm really afraid that those elderly people will collapse."

The village chief looked at Zhang Tong with bright eyes, as if he wanted to get to know this young man again. Then he suddenly changed the topic and asked in a casual tone:

"Xiao Zhang, do you think... can the dead be resurrected?"

Um?

Zhang Tong's eyes narrowed slightly and he subconsciously looked at the village chief.

Although the village chief deliberately pretended to ask casually, Zhang Tong could still tell from the subtle movements of his body that he was... nervous?

The knuckles of his fingers exerted slight force, his eyeballs swayed slightly, and he swallowed subconsciously.

All kinds of details are enough to show how seriously the village chief takes this issue!

"Can a dead person be resurrected? This question...should not be asked from a village chief."

Zhang Tong glanced at the village chief without any trace, and then answered naturally as if he were chatting with others:

"I don't know if a person can be resurrected after death, but I have heard a saying that death is like a lamp going out."

"Village Chief, why do you suddenly ask this question?"

Zhang Tong's peripheral vision has been focused on the village chief. He can clearly see that after telling his answer, the village chief's body trembled slightly.

Then a forced smile appeared on the village chief's face, he waved his hand and said:

"Haha, I'm just asking casually. I think Xiao Zhang, you seem to know a lot about these mysterious things, so I'm just asking casually."

Zhang Tong nodded, with a smile that only a simple boy could have on his face, and even said with some embarrassment:

"I don't know much about these gods and ghosts. My grandfather used to be a famous Yin-Yang man from all over the country. I was brought up by him when I was a child."

Zhang Tong told lies with his eyes open, finding a reasonable reason for his behavior and trying to lure the village chief into the occult.

However, the village chief seemed not to want to continue on this topic. He put down his bowl and chopsticks with a smile:

"You kids, eat more. I'll go to the village committee first to mobilize the young and old men in the village and start patrolling from today!"
Chapter completed!