This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 171 Village Guardian

The room on the left is Lin Jue’s temporary bedroom. The furniture in the room is old and also emits a musty smell, but it is much cleaner than outside. At least there is no garbage on the ground.

There was only a bed in the room, and in the corner diagonally opposite the bed was a full-length mirror covered by a white cloth.

The old man looked at the environment in the room through the zipper of his backpack and couldn't help but complain: "You are really generous, kid, for such a shabby environment."

Lin Jue ignored the other person, walked to the mirror and pulled off the white cloth.

There was a line of scarlet words on the mirror.

I see you

Lin Jue reached out and touched it, and it didn't feel like blood, but more like red paint.

Who is so bored as to write such incomprehensible words on the mirror? Is there really something hiding behind the mirror, waiting until the dead of night to quietly stick its head out and peek at the person on the bed?

Lin Jue put his eyes to the mirror, wanting to see if there was any other mystery inside the mirror, but the mirror was just an ordinary mirror, and there was nothing unusual except for that sentence.

He returned to the bed. The sheets and quilt were relatively clean. Although a little damp, they were still sleepable.

After putting the bag on the bed, the old man emerged from his raincoat and looked around. "This house is so spooky, it feels like someone has died here."

As he spoke, his gaze turned to Lin Jue, his expression startled: "Wait, who are you? What's this outfit?"

He was previously asleep because he had taken the evil blood, so he didn't know that Lin Jue's appearance had changed. After that, he was always carried in the bag. This was the first time he saw Lin Jue's appearance.

"Changing my appearance is just my most basic ability. I am trying to play different roles to experience different lives." Lin Jue sat on the bed and packed the things in his backpack.

"Do I need to go to these dangerous places to experience a different life? I have a suggestion. Why don't you go to the national highway in the middle of the night and act like a speed bump? That way you'll die faster..."

Before the old man could finish his words, Lin Jue stuffed him into the raincoat and hung him and the raincoat on the mirror.

The old man's grimace appeared on his raincoat: "Boy, what are you doing?"

"Uncle, you talk too much. There may be something in the mirror. If it comes out in the middle of the night, you should have a good chat with it." Lin Jue looked at the raincoat with satisfaction. The size of the raincoat was just right to cover the entire mirror surface.

"Can't you just fucking smash the mirror?" the old man roared hysterically.

Lin Jue soothed the old man: "This is the only way to show your value."

This kid is really vindictive and mean. I feel that if I follow him for too long, he will definitely turn into a fierce monster full of resentment.

Lin Jue walked to the window, which was covered with dark blue window grilles. It faced the river that ran through the entire village, and he could vaguely see the emerald green river water.

"what is that?"

His gaze rested on the opposite bank, where there was an open space surrounded by barbed wire, with a one-meter-high spire in the center.

However, this tower is full of sharp knives and feels like a small mountain of knives.

"A mountain of knives, a millstone..." Lin Jue thought of the blood-stained millstone he had seen at the village entrance. "Why does it feel a bit like the Eighteen Levels of Hell? A millstone and a mountain of knives. Are there also seas of fire and steamers?"

He picked up his bag, pushed the door open and walked out.

"Boy, take me with you!!!"

The old man was wailing at the top of his lungs behind me.

Dazhu in the yard was still feeding the chickens. When he saw Lin Jueyou going out, he just reminded him not to offend the gods.

There were still very few villagers outside the village. Lin Jue walked around the side of the house and found a bridge leading to the other side along the river. On both sides of the entrance to the bridge stood two copper pillars, with black marks on them, which looked like the marks left by people who were burned to death.

Lin Jue stared at the two copper pillars. The sixth level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell is the Copper Pillar Hell, where the dead souls will be tied to red-hot copper pillars and suffer the punishment of being burned with fire.

It seems like this village is recreating the punishments in the eighteen levels of hell, but who are these punishments aimed at?

Will those who offend God suffer these punishments in hell?
After crossing the bridge, Lin Jue saw an old man on the river bank putting something into the water. Looking closely, he saw that the old man was putting something into the water. It looked a bit like a lotus cut out of white paper. The difference was that there was a small paper man on the paper flower.

There was a brown puppy next to the old man. When it saw Lin Jue approaching, it hung its tail and hid far away.

Lin Jue walked up to the old man and asked curiously, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

The old man seemed to be a little hard of hearing. He called out to the other party several times but there was no response. He had no choice but to put his hand in front of the other party and wave it.

The old man then noticed that there was another person next to him and turned to look over.

His cheeks were thin, his lips were black, and one of his eyes, squeezed in the wrinkles, was an abnormal bluish-white color. This eye must have been blind.

The other cloudy eye stared at Lin Jue, then pointed at his own ear, as if to say that his hearing was not good.

Can't this old man speak?
Lin Jue raised his voice: "Uncle, what are you doing? Are you setting off lanterns? But shouldn't lanterns have candles on them? Why are you setting up paper figures?"

The old man finally heard it clearly. He opened his mouth and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "It's not about setting off lanterns, it's about ferrying souls."

It turns out he is not a mute.

"Soul crossing? What does it mean?" Lin Jue looked at the paper flowers floating farther and farther away on the river. The little paper figures on them were swaying in the wind, and it felt like they might fall down at any time.

"The paper figure contains the soul of a wronged person trapped here. If he can successfully float out of the village through this river, he can escape from this cage."

The old man still had a stack of white paper in his hand, and he continued to fold paper flowers as he spoke.

Lin Jue frowned and thought about the old man's words. Although these words sounded crazy, he felt that compared with other villagers who were fanatically loyal to the "God", this old man could be considered a normal person.

At least he had never heard other villagers say that this village was a cage. Those villagers believed that this village was a place blessed by the gods.

Just as he was about to ask, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him aside.

It's a big pillar.

Dazhu's face turned pale, his mouth drooping. "Are you trying to kill yourself? He's the village guard! Why are you talking to him?"

Village guard?
Lin Jue's eyes flickered. He had heard of this title. In some remote villages, there would be village guards. They were usually orphans with intellectual disabilities who grew up eating at other people's homes. They were like a vessel, specially used to bear the disasters of the entire village.

"Do you know that getting too close to the village guards will bring disaster? Don't bring bad luck into my house!" Dazhu's face was unhappy. "I'll take you to see a fortune teller later to get rid of the disaster on you."

Lin Jue didn't respond, but turned to look at the old man. The old man folded two more paper flowers and put them into the river, then picked up the crutch placed aside and walked away tremblingly to the other side.

The puppy followed him happily, wagging its tail.

Only then did Lin Jue notice that the village guard also had a lame leg and could only walk with the help of a crutch.

All the villagers who see the village guard will avoid him from afar. The village guard is burdened with disaster and is destined to be lonely for the rest of his life.

He is blind in one eye, lame in one leg, and can't hear well. Is this village guard really burdened with disaster?

(End of this chapter)