Chapter 1244: Chapter 827: Village People
"Oh my god..."
At that moment, Yang Xiao’s heart went cold. He instinctively wanted to jump off the boat, but considering the uncertainty of what might be lurking in the lake, he had to abandon the idea. He turned to Datu Supa for help.
However, Datu Supa’s reaction was disappointing, as both of them covered their eyes tightly, seemingly accepting the impending loss of their teammate Yang Xiao.
"Blessings of Buddha, blessings of Buddha..." In his heart, Yang Xiao prayed to all celestial beings, while his left hand drew a cross on his chest.
Perhaps answering his prayers, Aisha’s corpse began to tremble, her body slowly turning backward, her stiff joints making creaky sounds.
If this continued, Aisha would turn completely around in under a minute.
Time was running out for Yang Xiao, who steeled himself, unfathomed fear giving birth to courage. He decided to strike first and push the body off the boat.
"Aisha, I’m sorry..."
Yang Xiao gathered his strength, planted his hands firmly on the deck, suddenly sprang up, and lunged at Aisha with open arms. But in the next second, the mist behind Aisha unexpectedly dispersed, followed by a bang as the boat hit something hard and came to a sudden stop.
Caught off guard, Yang Xiao lost his balance, momentum flinging him forward, causing him to crash onto Aisha in a peculiar posture, clutching her as they rolled off the boat.
Beneath them was not the lake water Yang Xiao expected, but soft land.
As the fog cleared, an old decrepit mountain village emerged on the hillside in the distance.
"Tap tap tap..."
Datu Supa jumped off the boat and ran away, leaving Yang Xiao alone, contemplating life while holding Aisha.
Yang Xiao locked eyes with Aisha, time seemed to freeze at this moment.
"Um... sorry, this is all a misunderstanding." Yang Xiao was crestfallen, wanting to break free, but he was caught by surprise as Aisha reversed her grip on his wrist.
A chill surged along Aisha’s shriveled palm, as her shadow on the ground began to wriggle rapidly, as if boiling.
In that instant, Yang Xiao’s mind went blank, he instinctively recalled scenes from old zombie movies, where tongue blood was said to repel evil spirits.
Time was tight, Yang Xiao opened his mouth to bite his tongue, intending to spray blood on Aisha’s face. But in his rush, he fouled up the action, missing his tongue and instead spitting a mouthful of saliva onto Aisha’s face.
After the spit landed, Yang Xiao noticed Aisha’s eyes changed; those ghostly, milky white eyes seemed filled with confusion.
"Hoo... hoo hoo..."
The next moment, under Yang Xiao’s frightened gaze, Aisha slowly opened her mouth, releasing a deathly wheezing sound from her throat, seemingly preparing to return the favor.
If this continued, he’d be done for, Yang Xiao quickly grabbed a handful of dirt and stuffed it into Aisha’s mouth. As she was momentarily distracted, he managed to free himself in a comical manner, rolled away and sprang up to run.
He knew without looking back that Aisha had begun chasing him. Behind him came the sound of "shasha" footsteps, one step deep, one step shallow, a strange gait as if learning to walk.
Yet the pace was quick; despite running fast, the wind whistling past his ears, Yang Xiao couldn’t shake her off.
"If it comes to it, I’ll fight her!" Yang Xiao’s eyes turned fierce, he wasn’t one to be messed with.
Reaching a tree, Yang Xiao turned back, cold fear creeping from his feet to his head at the sight behind him.
Only to see Aisha’s mouth split open, grinning wide to her ear, revealing terrifying molars as she stretched her neck and flailed her arms to pursue him.
"No, not fighting..." Yang Xiao turned and fled, the courage he’d just mustered instantly evaporating, acknowledging the gap between them, feeling inadequate.
In this forest, he’d soon be caught. To survive, he needed to find a opportunity in the village.
Currently, he had no choice but to desperately rush toward the village downhill.
The village was eerily silent, devoid of any sign of light, resembling a ghost town, and Datu Supa, who’d escaped earlier, was nowhere in sight.
In order to evade pursuit, Yang Xiao avoided the spacious main paths and dove into secluded and narrow footpaths, while behind him came persistent "pata pata" footsteps, relentless Aisha refused to give up after being spit on.
To add insult to injury, unfamiliar with the terrain, Yang Xiao quickly found himself trapped, cornered in what seemed like an alley, with wooden fences on both sides and two decrepit wooden doors in between.
The fence gaps were too narrow to see through, and at the end of the alley was a clay wall.
Normally, with Yang Xiao’s skills, he’d have a chance to climb over it, but now he was exhausted, his legs cramping.
The pursuing footsteps grew even closer, Yang Xiao picked up a sharp stone, biting his tongue to jolt his senses, ready to fight!
"Pata pata"
The erratic footsteps had reached the corner, about to appear, but suddenly a slight rustling sound came from behind Yang Xiao, and before he could turn around, a hand pulled him inside.
The wooden door immediately closed, Yang Xiao dragged into darkness, a hand covering his mouth.
"Thump."
"Thump."
"Thump."
Yang Xiao could clearly hear his own heartbeat, the person who pulled him in right behind, his back resting against their chest, mouth covered.
From the touch, Yang Xiao confirmed the person behind him was a woman, likely of a younger age.
