Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 85 Peace

After merging, Zhang Min stood in the circle of candlelight. She reached out and tidied her slightly messy hair with elegant movements, completely ignoring the ghostly stares around her.

"When my eye split in two, this place cracked open..."

Zhang Min's voice was very soft, as if she were telling someone else's story: "The two sides of yin and yang, the division of day and night, this should have been a perfect closed loop."

"People die and live, live and die, memories are washed away in dreams, pain is smoothed out by time, everything repeats itself, peaceful as a tomb."

"That sounds quite interesting."

Lu Dan leaned against the earthen wall, casually playing with his slingshot.

Zhang Min glanced at him and continued, "Twenty years ago, the balance was broken."

"It's probably someone from the 'Eye' organization who infiltrated, or rather, he was the designer of that round."

"He didn't want to pass the test; he wanted to become a god, unlike any other generation of Ye Jianguo."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jianguo's facial muscles twitched slightly.

Zhang Min continued, "That madman used the special soil here to plant twin flowers all over the place, and extracted the accompanying bacteria to make hallucinogens. He fed the whole village into idiots who only knew how to kowtow."

"Then he put the twins of that generation, Yao Yao and Yao Yao, on the operating table—he wanted to replicate the original miracle, personally performing the surgery to sew the two children together into a new vessel."

"And the result?"

Da Lu couldn't help but press for more information, his fat face appearing deathly pale in the candlelight.

"It failed, and it succeeded."

A distorted smile appeared on Zhang Min's face.

"The red-robed two-headed god has not truly revived, but the white-robed headless god has awakened in the underworld."

"Upon waking up, the power of the 'eye' went completely out of control. In order to maintain this precarious balance, the rules were forced to be patched, and everyone was forcibly cloned. Whether dead or alive, as long as they entered the village, they would become twins."

"I'm no exception." Zhang Min pointed to her chest: "I originally only had half an 'eye' inside me, and it was torn into a quarter of it again. My memories were shattered into pieces, and I became a stupid NPC who only knows how to lead people into pits."

She took a deep breath, a glint of light flashing in her eyes: "Only now have I truly returned to my complete self."

The amount of information is overwhelming, like eating dozens of compressed biscuits at once and then chugging water like crazy.

Lu Dan was the first to finish digesting the information, and he astutely grasped the key point: "Where is the other half of the 'eye'?"

All eyes immediately turned to Zhang Min. She remained silent for two seconds, then slowly shook her head: "I can't feel it."

……

The atmosphere became somewhat tense.

Lu Dan suddenly stood up straight, patted the dirt off his backside, and looked toward the dark and deep end of the passage.

"Since the radar isn't working, let's use the most basic method."

He pointed ahead: "Then we're stuck on this path. If someone dug this rat hole, there must be a reason. Otherwise, why dig it? Just to come down and relax?"

"Whether it's the King of Hell's palace or a treasure vault ahead, we'll find out once we walk over."

The group looked at each other, sadly realizing that this was the only solution at the moment.

"Let's go!" Ye Jianguo sighed, then mustered his courage again. "Even if it's a den of dragons and tigers, we have to go and try."

The team set off again, and this time the atmosphere was even more tense than before.

Knowing some of the truth did not make them feel relieved; instead, they felt as if a noose was around their necks, making them increasingly suffocated.

The passageway narrowed as they walked, and the earthy smell in the air was gradually replaced by the smell of stale wood.

After walking for about ten minutes, the road ended, and there was a thick earthen wall.

Lu Dan raised his flashlight, the beam shining on his head, above which was a flat, black wooden board.

Several dark red nail marks were faintly visible on the wooden board, which gave one the creeps.

"This material?" Da Lu swallowed hard. "It looks like the bottom of a coffin."

No one answered him.

Lu Dan took a step back and gestured for Ye to follow. "Team Leader Ye, since you're leading the way, you'll have to do the final push."

Ye Jianguo glared at him, but didn't refuse. He took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly, and suddenly leaped upwards.

"Oh!"

His fists, clad in red and black boxing gloves, slammed heavily onto the wooden board.

"Snap!"

The rotten wooden planks couldn't withstand the violent demolition and instantly burst open, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Ye Jianguo gripped the edge of the hole with both hands, his arm muscles bulging, and in a few quick movements, he flipped himself up.

The space above was extremely narrow and pitch black.

As soon as Ye Jianguo regained his footing, he felt something hit his head.

He reached out and pushed.

"Squeak—"

The heavy cover was slid open, and a beam of cool moonlight poured in like a waterfall, illuminating the small space.

Ye Jianguo was stunned; he was indeed in a coffin.

In the corner of the coffin, a Zhongshan suit was neatly folded, with a small square wooden box on top.

Looking around, it turned out to resemble the village chief's house on the sunny side.

After going around in circles, it turned out that the tunnel connected the temple and the village chief's house.

"Team Leader Ye, what's the situation up there?"

Lu Dan's shouts came from below.

"There's a big treasure here!"

Ye Jianguo replied irritably and reached out to pull the people below up.

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew past the back of his neck, raising goosebumps.

"What a rare guest!"

An old, sinister voice, as if it had a mouthful of phlegm in its throat, slowly rose behind him.

Ye Jianguo froze in mid-air, then slowly turned his head.

Under the moonlight, the doors of the mourning hall were open. A small old man dressed in black stood there with his hands behind his back. Half of his face looked like a melted candle, and a long, purplish-black tongue hung down on his chest, swaying with his breath.

The village chief's cloudy, greenish eyes gleamed with greed.

"I never expected that instead of coming to me, you would all crawl into my coffin. Is this some kind of home delivery?"

Before he could finish speaking, the village chief's long tongue came flying at him.

Ye Jianguo dodged to the left and punched forward with his fist.

The village chief didn't press the matter, and backed away while flicking his tongue.

It was about to let out a scream, summoning the rest of the ghosts in the village.

Ye Jianguo hardened his heart, charged forward, and punched the village chief in the mouth, making him stagger.

He reached out and pulled, tugging at the village chief's tongue so he couldn't speak.

At this moment, Ye Jianguo turned around and shouted, "Come on up, everyone. I'm in a little trouble. The village chief isn't happy about our census."

The others, upon hearing this, knew what had happened and hurriedly climbed onto the coffin one by one.

Upon emerging and seeing the scene before them, they were all somewhat apprehensive.

Ye Jianguo grabbed the village chief's big tongue, causing the village chief's foul-smelling saliva to flow all over the ground.

Seeing the group staring blankly, he tightened his grip on the tongue in his hand: "What are you doing? Come on, let's educate Comrade Village Chief about his 'improper thoughts'."