Chapter 1 Daheitian

"Daheitian?" This was the first time Fatty had heard such a strange term. Judging from Old Yao's expression, it seemed to be something terrifying.

"Hey, keep your voice down. If Daheitian knows someone is talking about it, tonight won't be easy," Old Yao hurriedly waved his hand at Fatty.

Based on his experience from previous missions, Jiangcheng realized that this so-called Daheitian was the source of the evil happenings in this village. And now they were facing a brand new mission.

This time, the mission members even included the old man and the other three. Moreover, based on the information they brought, as long as they could successfully complete the mission, they could reunite with the main force led by Lin Wan'er.

Taking out a cigarette case, the old man took out a cigarette and handed it over, "Brother Yao, try this. We brothers are new here and don't know the rules of these mountains. Please tell us about it."

"Ah! This matter has to be said from half a year ago."

In Old Yao's muffled voice, Jiangcheng and the others gradually understood the ins and outs of the matter. It turned out that until half a year ago, this was still a quiet and peaceful hunting village.

At that time, there were dozens of households in the village, which was considered relatively large among the dozen or so villages around this mountain. Everyone lived a relatively prosperous life. The accident happened one night half a year ago.

Because the village was built in the mountains, the villagers had the habit of keeping watch with torches at night, one was to prevent wild animals from attacking the village, and the other was because the elders in the village passed down word of mouth, saying that there were some evil spirits in the forest that would follow people's scent back to the village.

"That night, I was sleeping drowsily. I don't know why, but I suddenly woke up. I was very panicked and couldn't breathe. It was as if something was pressing on my heart." Old Yao took a hard puff of his pipe, still with lingering fear.

"I thought about opening the door and going to the yard to smoke a pipe and get some fresh air, but as soon as I opened the door, I felt something was wrong. The torches stuck on my door were all extinguished for some reason. The entrance to the village was also dark. It stands to reason that someone should be guarding the entrance to the village at that time, and a large bonfire would be lit."

"And the sky, the sky was also dark, no moon, not even stars, just a piece of black."

"You outsiders don't live in the mountains, so you don't know, the sky at night in the mountains is particularly bright, and the stars and moon are especially clear."

"The sky is not right!" Old Yao's expression was stern. "The sky is too dark, eerily dark, and very low, lower and lower, as if it's about to collapse."

"Soon, the village was in chaos. It was pitch black outside, and I couldn't see anything, but I could hear voices. There were a lot of footsteps. I heard people shouting that people were missing, and others shouting to bring hunting rifles, bows and arrows, and machetes, and go to the village entrance to gather!"

"I originally wanted to go out and see, but my wife is not in good health, and I was worried about leaving her alone at home." Old Yao swallowed, his eyes filled with fear, "Also, the day outside... that day I felt really eerie."

"I locked the door tightly, and I held the gun, until I heard my son's voice outside. After opening the door, my son told me breathlessly that several people were missing in the village, the two guarding the bonfire at the village entrance, and the two responsible for patrolling the village at night, were all missing."

"Their hunting rifles were still left in place, only the people were gone."

"What's even weirder is that the torches lit outside each household in the village, and the bonfire at the village entrance, were all extinguished at some point."

"Before my son finished speaking, I heard someone drumming in the village, shouting that the moon was out. I looked up and sure enough, the moon was out, and the stars too. The feeling was like... like they were all blocked by something before."

"It was hard to make it to dawn. The village gathered people and searched for almost a day, searching all the nearby mountains, but they couldn't find the missing people."

"This matter is very strange. The village chief led everyone to worship the mountain god with the best sacrifices, hoping to get the mountain god's protection, but after only a few days of peace, strange things happened again."

"It was the same as last time, the moon and stars in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the torches and bonfires outside were also extinguished."

"But this time, a full 10 people were lost!"

"The next day, everyone in the village mobilized to find people. Fortunately, it had rained the day before, and the mountain road was muddy, leaving footprints. Everyone found that the footprints of the missing villagers all converged in one place, but strangely, judging from the footprints, these people were like candied haws, one following the other, lined up in a row, walking towards the back mountain."

"The villagers followed the footprints, and gradually, everyone found that the footprints were getting shallower and shallower, as if these people's bodies were constantly getting lighter."

"And then?" A camouflage-clad man with a scar on his forehead stared at Old Yao and asked, "Did you finally find the whereabouts of those people?"

Old Yao shook his head, "No, the footprints became shallower and shallower, and finally disappeared in a wet depression."

Seeming to know that everyone would continue to ask, Old Yao took a puff of his pipe and continued, "The villagers dug several large pits in that depression, but no, there was nothing."

"Such things made the whole village panic. If it weren't for the chaos outside and no good place to go, the village would have probably fallen apart directly. Moreover, the village chief contacted several nearby villages, and other villages also encountered this kind of evil thing." The old man put down his pipe, his voice also becoming strange, "Until... until the third time."

Fatty couldn't help shrinking back, and asked in a low voice, "What happened the third time?"

"The third time someone survived, but... but I don't know if he... if he can still be considered a person." As if recalling a terrifying scene, Old Yao's expression was a little distorted, "We found him in a pit, and there were a series of footprints near the pit at that time."

"They were the footprints of those missing villagers. We guessed that he was lucky and stepped into the pit, so he survived."

"But when we dragged him out of the pit, we realized something was wrong. This person... this person's face was bloodless, pale, and... and the color of his clothes was very light, just like... just like old clothes that had been washed too many times and faded."

"He had scratches on his body, but his blood... the blood he shed was actually light red, even pink. The color of the blood on his body was also much lighter."

"You mean the color of everything on this person is fading, including his body, even his blood?" Jiangcheng frowned. This was the first time he had heard of such a strange thing.