novelhk Chapter 63 Nursery Rhymes, Borrowing Life
Chapter 63 Nursery Rhymes, Borrowing Life
The white silk was soft and limp, like an abandoned, molted skin.
empty.
Lu Dan wasn't too surprised.
In a script, how could there be no mystery or unraveling? Perhaps the disappearance of Yao Yao is a sword hanging over the heads of all the designers.
He turned around, his gaze falling on the glaring red.
The two girls' heads were closed, and if it weren't for the stitches on their necks, they would really look like they were just taking a nap in the afternoon sun.
Lu Dan squatted down and gently parted the stiff red collar with his fingers, releasing a fragrant aroma mixed with a fishy smell.
Fragments of memories that didn't belong to him began to attack his nerves—the sensation of needles piercing his flesh, the excruciating pain of his neck being forcibly stitched up, and endless despair.
He was trapped in this body all night, watching helplessly as these two delicate flowers were broken, crushed, and then pieced together into this grotesque shape.
A sour, astringent taste mixed with violence rushed down his esophagus to his throat.
"Yao Yao, Yao Yao." Lu Dan's voice was very soft, and it was blown away by the mountain wind.
"If it weren't for this wretched village, if it weren't for that madman..." He reached out and tidied the girl's messy bangs, his fingertips touching her cold skin.
"You should have grown up to be beautiful, married, and grown old, instead of becoming what you are now, so-called 'gods'."
"Forgive me for digging you up even after you're dead, but I promise, it will all be over soon."
Perhaps it was the compassion that resonated deep within their souls that had the effect.
As Lu Dan's fingers traced the intricate folds of his clothes, he felt a strange sensation at his fingertips.
Hidden in the lining of her underwear was a yellowed piece of paper with an unsigned nursery rhyme written in childish handwriting:
The sun shines on Yangshan Mountain, the moon shines on Yinshan Mountain; though from the same root and blooming side by side, they are forever separated.
[A headless figure in white walks the night path; a pair of heads in red rest in the earth.]
Even a single mountain cannot hold two tigers, let alone two villages.
These few dozen words were like a key, unlocking the mystery of Shuangshan Village in Lu Dan's mind.
Is Shuangshan Village actually the name of two villages on the same mountain?
Lu Dan clenched the paper in his palm, slowly stood up, patted the dirt off his hands, and casually glanced at Zhang Min, who was standing silently beside him.
The census worker in front of him, who was staring blankly at the two heads and whose face was no better than that of a dead man, seemed even more flustered than before.
"Sister Zhang Min," Lu Dan suddenly spoke, his tone casual, as if chatting about everyday things, "Is the night dark in your village?"
"It's thicker than this side..." Zhang Min blurted out subconsciously, but her voice stopped abruptly as if someone had grabbed her by the neck.
She looked up in alarm, her pupils contracting sharply, and met Lu Dan's half-smiling eyes.
"What's it more like than here? Darker or denser?" Lu Dan didn't press further, smiled, and turned to walk down the mountain.
"Looks like there's no need to guess anymore. This surprise attack tactic is really effective. I need to practice it more in the future."
Zhang Min stood frozen in place, cold sweat trickling down her temples.
She realized that her last half-sentence had revealed all the details.
"Let's go, Sister Zhang Min." Lu Dan waved his hand. "Let's see what the others have found. This 'census' is really difficult; it's driving us crazy."
......
......
In the secluded room halfway up the mountain, heavy breathing echoed through the space.
Ye Jianguo's square face was completely distorted, and the fleshy head on his shoulder let out a sharp hiss at Da Lu, as if mocking the fat man's overestimation of his abilities.
With his escape route blocked and monsters looming ahead, Da Lu was cornered, his back against the cold wall, clutching a black pottery jar tightly in his hand.
This was his most treasured life-saving item, which he planned to save for last.
【Devil's Fate Jar】
[Instructions: Use with caution. It grants you an extra ghost life and some kind of ghost power. Power duration: 4 minutes. Ghost life duration: 10 minutes.]
[Note: It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away. Aren't you afraid of being completely replaced?]
Price: 310 points
"My hard-earned money!" Da Lu almost ground his teeth to powder, a fierce glint in his eyes. What use are the tools if he's already dead?
He suddenly ripped open the lid of the jar, and a thick purple smoke instantly gushed out, frantically drilling into his body through his seven orifices.
"Aaaaaahh ...
Da Lu let out a painful roar, his already obese body rapidly expanding like an inflated balloon, his skin turning a strange bluish-purple, and his veins bulging like black snakes.
His eyes rolled back, showing only the whites of his eyes and no pupils.
A violent power filled his entire body.
"Come on, monster!" The demonized Lu roared, advancing instead of retreating, like an out-of-control tank, directly crashing into the approaching First Generation Ye Jianguo.
"Bang!"
The sounds of flesh colliding were deafening.
Da Lu punched the monster in the chest, causing it to stagger backward and its sternum to cave in.
But the first generation Ye Jianguo was no pushover either. His little head on his shoulder suddenly stretched out and bit into Da Lu's neck, tearing off a large chunk of purple flesh.
"Get out of here!"
Da Lu grabbed the little head with his backhand and forcefully pulled it away.
The two monsters wrestled in the narrow, enclosed room, with blood and bits of flesh flying everywhere, creating an extremely bloody and chaotic scene.
However, props are ultimately just props, and they're cheap items with limited lifespans.
Faced with this BOSS-level monster that had become a demon in the script, Da Lu still lost.
His strength was waning, his vision was beginning to blur, and the jar was nearing its end.
Ye Jianguo, the first generation, pierced Da Lu's abdomen with one hand and was grinning maliciously as he prepared to pull out his intestines.
"You want to kill me? Not so easy!"
Da Lu is also a ruthless person, and he showed an amazing will to survive in the face of adversity.
He glanced back at the base of the statue above him, which had been cracked open by the fighting; this was his only way out!
"Sacrifice!"
Da Lu roared, his right hand forming a blade, and he slashed down hard at his own left shoulder.
"Pfft!"
Purple blood gushed out, and his thick left arm was severed at the root and fell to the ground, where it was then swallowed by a purple aura.
This is the true power he has gained this time—sacrifice.
The excruciating pain made his very soul tremble, but with the explosive force of his severed arm in his struggle for survival, his entire body transformed into a dense cloud of purple energy, breaking free from the constraints of a physical form.
"Whoosh!"
He squeezed into the narrow gap above his head before Ye Jianguo's large hand closed in to arrest him.
......
On the mountain path halfway up the mountain, Lu Dan was leading Zhang Min toward the dilapidated temple, still pondering what the true mechanism of this Yin-Yang Twin Villages was.
Suddenly, a muffled thud came from inside the dilapidated temple, followed by a cloud of purple smoke emerging from under the statue and crashing into the two people who were passing by.
"What is it?"
Lu Dan subconsciously took out his slingshot, raised it, and aimed, only to see the purple mist dissipate, and a fat man covered in blood and missing an arm fell to the ground at his feet with a thud—it was Da Lu.
He had already broken free of his demonic form, his face ashen white, blood gushing from his severed arm. He desperately clung to Lu Dan's trouser leg with his remaining hand, his eyes filled with terror as he cried out, "Run! Run! Madman! The madman's down there!"