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

Chapter 71 Hospitality and Ideological Education

The silence was like a swollen ball of cotton, tightly choking the throats of everyone in the main room.

The question Lu Dan posed was even more unreasonable than the headless ghost outside.

If the current consciousness resides within this intact body, then who is now controlling the body riddled with holes under the sunlight?

Is it an automatically managed NPC, or... something worse?

Ye Jianguo subconsciously raised his arms and moved his wrists. His joints were flexible, his muscles were firm, and he felt no pain.

But just minutes ago, during the freefall of justice, these two arms were clearly broken off, yet now they are perfectly fine.

"That doesn't make sense."

Ye Jianguo frowned and said in a serious tone, "Comrade Adan, when Comrade Chen Hua and I were 'enforcing the law across villages' during the day, we really didn't see the other one of us here."

"So, we arrived here with our souls intact, so how do we account for these injuries?"

"Alright, if we keep going like this, we could all start writing science fiction novels." Lu Dan interrupted this pointless academic discussion. He was now a "blind man" with only nighttime memories and desperately needed a "guide dog".

"Never mind whose body it is for now. Since you're still thinking, hurry up and brush up on your lessons. What earth-shattering event exactly happened during the 'census' during the day?"

The group exchanged glances, but because they wanted to maintain their public personas, they didn't dare to be too blunt.

Ye Jianguo cleared his throat and, as if giving a work report, vaguely and quickly recounted the events of "crossing villages," "chasing," "jumping off a cliff," and "the diary."

Lu Dan listened with great interest, and even wanted to crack some melon seeds.

"Understood." Lu Dan nodded, tapping his fingertip lightly on the table. "So, you're here to conduct a census? And I'm your person in charge?"

"Thump, thump, thump."

A dull knock on the door interrupted Lu Dan's concluding remarks, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became tense.

Lu Dan gave Da Lu a wink, and the fat man understood immediately, grabbing a stool leg and hiding behind the door.

Ye Jianguo and Chen Hua then naturally stood in the shadows on either side.

This is the tacit understanding of a top-notch team; no need for words, just get to work.

Lu Dan walked over and unlatched the door; standing outside was the village chief.

The old man's appearance at night was truly regrettable; half of his face looked like melted wax, and a long, purplish-black tongue was half-protruding, wriggling on his chest with each breath, emitting a nauseating, fishy stench.

"Adan na." The village chief's voice was muffled, as if he had a large amount of phlegm stuck in his throat, "The auspicious time... has arrived, it's time to... welcome the gods, don't keep everyone... waiting impatiently."

His cloudy, greenish eyes peered greedily over Lu Dan into the house, as if trying to see exactly how many pieces of fresh meat were inside.

Lu Dan's face instantly plastered with a fawning smile, his change of expression as fast as flipping through a book: "Oh, Grandpa Village Chief, you've come all this way to invite me! You're too kind!"

He stepped aside: "Please come in, Grandpa Village Chief. I was just about to report to you on my work. Please come in! Please come in!"

The village chief paused for a moment, then excitedly flicked his long tongue around before stepping over the threshold.

The moment the black cloth shoes touched the ground, Lu Dan hissed, "Close the door!"

The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an icy expression.

"Bang!"

Da Lu emerged from behind the door, his 180-pound weight pressing down and firmly blocking the doorway.

"Let's do it!"

Ye Jianguo had been preparing for this for a long time.

"There's no need to reason with stubborn remnants of feudalism!"

He roared and used a standard grappling technique to grab the village chief's shoulder, then used the force to press down, slamming his knee into the old man's spine.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking was crisp and pleasant.

"ah--!"

The village chief let out a piercing scream, and just as he was about to fight back, Chen Hua's folding stick rained down on his head.

This was nothing short of a one-sided bullying. The village chief's already battered body quickly turned into an indescribable puddle of mud under the "warm hospitality" of these people.

Standing in the corner, Zhang Min covered her mouth in fright, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

She had never seen anything like this before.

This is completely different from the previous art style! Weren't those people always being chased all over the mountain by ghosts before?

"stop!"

Lu Dan raised his hand.

The village chief had been beaten beyond recognition; only his tongue was still twitching slightly.

Ye Jianguo squatted down, grabbed the village chief's sparse hair, lifted his face, and asked with a righteous expression, "Fellow villager, let's be frank, what exactly is this 'Twin Mountain Gods' in your village? And what's going on with the other village?"

The village chief's eyes, swollen shut from being beaten, surprisingly revealed a hint of mockery.

He grinned, revealing his missing teeth, and let out a strange "giggle giggle" laugh.

Even after being beaten like this, the old man remained stubborn and refused to utter a single word.

"Still being stubborn."

Lu Dan squatted to the side, looking thoughtfully at the lump of rotten flesh.

For ghosts who have lost the sense of pain and fear in the script, physical "persuasion" is obviously inefficient.

His gaze swept around and finally landed on Zhang Min, who was trembling in the corner.

A playful smile appeared on Lu Dan's lips.

He stretched out his finger, gently pointed in Zhang Min's direction, then pointed to the village chief on the ground, and finally made a throat-slitting gesture.

Ye Jianguo and Chen Hua instantly understood; this was tacit understanding, this was tactical maneuvering.

Since we can't crack the tough nuts, let's pick the easy ones to crush.

The three slowly turned around, their eyes, filled with malice and oppression, locking onto Zhang Min.

It felt like three hungry wolves eyeing a lone little white rabbit.

"Comrade Zhang Min." Ye Jianguo stood up, straightened his slightly disheveled collar, and wore a friendly smile.

He approached step by step, his tone gentle yet unsettling: "Look, although the village chief is physically fit, his ideological awareness is too low, and he's unwilling to cooperate with our work."

"But we're short on time and have a lot of work to do."

Ye Jianguo walked up to Zhang Min, looking down at her, his shadow completely enveloping her.

"Therefore, Comrade Zhang Min, you need to show some class and take the initiative to explain your problems. Of course, if you also want to experience our work team's unique 'mental and physical re-education' package, just like the village chief—"

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking: "Then we will try our best to meet the needs of the people."

"No!" Zhang Min was terrified and turned to run away, only to crash headfirst into a fleshy wall.

Da Lu, holding onto the bench leg, blocked the retreat, shaking his head with an honest expression: "Sister Zhang Min, although I don't understand what riddles they're using, following Team Leader Ye is definitely the right thing to do. You should just confess. This bench leg doesn't have eyes!"

There were wolves in front, tigers behind, and in the middle, there was a smiling Lu Dan playing with a slingshot.

Zhang Min's last psychological defenses finally crumbled.

"Wah!" She plopped down on the ground and burst into tears, her face instantly covered in tears and snot.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, don't hit me! It's all for that 'eye,' we were all tricked into becoming sacrifices!"