"Help!" Jiang Cheng shouted without hesitation.

The originally quiet atmosphere was broken, and several footsteps immediately approached.

The dark-skinned man was the first to arrive because he hadn't gone far.

He widened his black and white eyes, staring at the man and woman in front of the pool, a look of doubt on his face.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng slowly turned his head, meeting Chen Xiaomeng's unwilling eyes. She had already retracted her leg, with no intention of kicking Jiang Cheng into the pool.

"What's going on?" The village chief and his group finally arrived, panting, and asked with a terrified expression when they saw the two people by the pool.

He was beginning to regret bringing everyone here. It looked eerie, and he hoped nothing would happen.

"It's nothing," Jiang Cheng replied calmly. "I saw a woman's face in the center of the pool just now. Now that I think about it, I might have been mistaken."

Although he said it lightly, the village chief obviously didn't think so. He became nervous, his lips trembling slightly. "A face..."

"Yes, a woman's face," Jiang Cheng said, turning his head to look at Chen Xiaomeng. But gradually, as if he had discovered something, his pupils shrank, and his face twisted.

Everyone noticed the change in Jiang Cheng's expression and, like him, stared at Chen Xiaomeng.

But naturally, they couldn't see anything unusual.

Just as the latter was stunned, Jiang Cheng shouted in a shrill voice, "My God! Her face is exactly the same as the one in the water!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was silent for a few seconds, and then it exploded.

The dark-skinned man closest to Chen Xiaomeng and Jiang Zhongyi both jumped back a big step as a conditioned reflex. The village chief reacted even faster, throwing away his crutch and running away.

He didn't regain a sense of security until he ran behind Pei Qian.

He took the crutch handed over by the man, leaning on it with one hand and putting the other behind his back, his body leaning forward slightly, his expression calm and serene.

In a moment, he returned to the appearance of the village chief.

"Little... expert!" The village chief's pupils jumped. He suddenly reacted, then lowered his voice and asked, "Are you sure you didn't see wrong? The face in the pool is indeed this girl..."

"Heh," Chen Xiaomeng sneered, "Believe this madman if you want. Where is the stone tablet with the curse? I want to see the stone tablet."

The steady Pei Qian seemed to see the subtle relationship between Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng, so he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he turned to the village chief and asked him to lead the way to find the stone tablet.

Stepping on the moss-covered stones, everyone walked very carefully. After a few minutes, the group arrived under a giant tree.

The giant tree was extraordinarily majestic, as thick as four or five people could embrace.

Looking up, the canopy blocked out the sky and the sun, and everything under the canopy was blurred, leaving only a dark black outline.

Dense vines wrapped around the tree trunk, like a huge net.

The village chief swallowed and walked forward alone, using his crutch to rummage in a certain spot under the tree. After a while, several dead plants were pushed aside, revealing a corner of the stone tablet.

Although the stone tablet was in a dark place, it emitted a strange blue light. As soon as everyone approached, they felt a strange feeling in their hearts.

Everyone was familiar with this feeling. In previous missions, some important clues would give everyone a similar feeling.

It seems... that's right.

Zhou Rong's eyes became fiery.

After cleaning up the plants attached to the stone tablet, the blood-red words exposed behind the stone tablet were shocking.

The handwriting was scribbled, and some were even overlapping, indicating that the person writing at the time had no extra energy to proofread. According to the village chief, Zhao Xiangmei was almost blind at that time.

The blood-red words on the stone tablet were still fresh, as bright as if they had just been written with a brush dipped in blood. Just staring at these blood-red words, one could feel Zhao Xiangmei's despair and resentment at the time.

After looking at them for a long time, a burst of dizziness came over his head.

"Zhao Xiangmei's body was found in front of the stone tablet. When she died, her hand was still pressed on the stone tablet..." The village chief stood to one side, his face unreadable.

Jiang Zhongyi stood alone at a distance from the stone tablet. The feeling of palpitation had not yet subsided. He reached into his clothes with one hand and kept making the sign of the cross on his chest.

He was a devout believer.

But he hadn't been devout for a long time, but recently, or more precisely, half a month ago, after coming out alive from the last instance, he became so devout.

He clearly remembered that the location of his last mission was in a Catholic church.

On the way to being chased by the ghost, it was the huge cross above his head that fell, slightly delaying the ghost's actions, which allowed him to survive.

It was from that moment that he felt that his heart, lost in the nightmare, had finally found its belonging. He entered the hall of the Lord and received the protection of the Holy Light.

The power of mortals is insignificant, and only by relying on the power of light can they fight against demons.

Chen Xiaomeng knelt on one knee in front of the stone tablet, touching it with one hand, from top to bottom. Her face was cold and expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Suddenly, Chen Xiaomeng's face changed.

"Village chief," she turned her head and asked, "Did anyone in the village ever try to destroy the stone tablet?"

The village chief was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, he opened his mouth and said, "That's right. After the curse spread, every able-bodied man in the village felt threatened. Later, they selected seven or eight strong men, especially found a sunny day, brought tools, black dog blood, roosters, and so on, and went up the mountain to destroy the stone tablet."

"They thought that if the stone tablet was destroyed, the curse would be broken," the village chief choked up here. Slowly, he raised his head, his eyes red. "The leader... was my elder brother."

"What... happened to them later?" Li Lu asked softly.

"They disappeared," the village chief rubbed his red eyes, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper. "The bodies were later found near the town, the scene was particularly tragic."

"Where are their bodies buried?" Jiang Cheng suddenly asked.

Zhou Rong's slightly opened mouth quietly closed again. He also thought of this question. Over the years, the number of people killed by Zhao Xiangmei in the village was probably not a small number.

But they didn't find a cemetery near the village.

Hearing this, the village chief's face became even worse.

At this time, the man who had come to report the news suddenly spoke. He had a bitter face, like a wronged little wife, "How dare we build a cemetery? It was all burned in a big fire and that was it."

"If any family dared to collect the bones for burial, not only would the cemetery be dug up the next day, but even the bones would be thrown everywhere, and then..." His face turned cold, "The living people in this family would also have bad luck."