Chapter 1086: Head but No Face

"There are corresponding paper figures near the corpse. The paper figures have heads but no faces. You need to draw a face of the corpse on the paper figures. Google search and read"

It is indeed a corpse painter. Everyone's face changed when they heard this.

Chen Hao calmed down and asked in a low voice: "Is there any explanation for this?"

The night watchman slowly turned his head and stared at Chen Hao with eyes that exuded death. "The soul has been wandering outside for too long and needs a new body."

"These paper figures will eventually be handed over to the relatives or friends of the corpse. If the people who trusted the most during the lifetime of these corpses are willing to accept them, then your mission is completed."

Everyone understood that the paper figures painted by them need to satisfy the family members of the deceased.

In other words, the face that needs to be painted is very close to that of the corpse.

"But we are corpse collectors, and we are not familiar with painting faces for paper figures." Zhang Junyu expressed everyone's concerns.

After hearing this, the night watchman showed a strange smile, "Everyone just needs to do their best, everything will be decided by heaven."

After saying this, the night watchman stopped dawdling and took out a small black box from his sleeve. After opening it, there were bamboo sticks inside.

After some screening, the task list for tonight was decided.

The first one was Zhang Junyu, the second was Lei Mingyu, the third was A Biao, and Wang Fugui was the fourth.

A Biao looked at the bamboo sticks in his hand and glanced at the fat man with ill intentions. The last time he attacked Jiang Cheng, he failed, which indirectly led to Zhou Qing's tragic death. This time he must seize the opportunity.

"Okay, go back and prepare. The first person among you can set off when the clapper sounds at three o'clock in the morning."

Just when everyone thought that the night watchman had finished his instructions and was about to leave as usual, he paused and suddenly said, "If there is an accident during the face painting, I will ring the clapper again. Remember, when you hear the clapper sound, the second person can set off."

This rule has never existed before. It represents a brand new beginning. Zhang Junyu looked at Yu Chengmu with some admiration. The latter's guess is becoming a reality step by step.

Yu Chengmu once told him that he was worried that the mission rules would change and even all the people involved in the mission would be wiped out at once.

At that time, Zhang Junyu thought that Yu Chengmu was overthinking. After all, judging from the previous missions, the mission would end with the appearance of the sacrifice.

But this time is different! The night watchman said in person that if someone had an accident during the mission, the next person would continue to complete the mission after hearing the clapper sound.

In other words, no matter how many people died, the mission must be completed.

According to this rule, under extreme conditions, it is possible that all four people participating in the mission tonight will be wiped out.

What Zhang Junyu could think of, the others present also thought of, and their dark faces were full of fear and anxiety.

The night watchman seemed very satisfied with the reactions of these people. He turned around and walked away stiffly, one step at a time.

"The stars are not good tonight, it is not suitable to go out. It will rain at 4 o'clock, it will rain at 4 o'clock!"

The night watchman's hoarse voice with a strange rhythm floated from not far away, and it was unusually clear.

Back in the room, the fat man sat at the table nervously, holding the teacup with both hands. Even if he tried to control himself not to show too much nervousness, the ripples on the surface of the teacup still betrayed him.

Painting faces for paper figures sounds unreliable. If a different doctor were to do it, there might be a chance. He had seen the doctor's painting skills, but he

"Don't be nervous." Jiang Cheng comforted him, "You are the last one, and it may not be your turn at all."

This was said perfunctorily. It can be seen that Jiang Cheng himself did not believe it.

Accompanied by the first sound of the clapper, the third watch arrived. Zhang Junyu took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the vast night.

Heading east, the distance to the ancestral hall was farther than expected.

It was not until he left the village and walked for more than 10 minutes that he found a strange-shaped building under a remote earth slope.

There was a faint light coming out from inside.

After approaching, Zhang Junyu saw that there was a stone gate built with white stones outside the building.

In the darkness, Zhang Junyu vaguely saw a few words written on the stone gate.

He tried his best to see, but he couldn't see clearly. Suddenly, a flash of lightning passed by. When Zhang Junyu saw the words on the stone gate clearly, his whole head buzzed.

Wu's Ancestral Hall.

He subconsciously determined that this was the ancestral hall of the Wu family who once lived in the Wu family mansion.

The mission actually required him to come to such a place alone in the middle of the night.

After thinking about this mission in his mind, Zhang Junyu felt more and more that something was wrong. With fear and doubt, Zhang Junyu gritted his teeth and pushed open the door of the Wu's Ancestral Hall.

The first thing he saw when he entered the door was the densely packed spirit tablets, dozens of them.

There were incense and offerings in front of the spirit tablets.

Zhang Junyu knelt in front of the spirit tablets very sensibly and bowed devoutly, "Seniors, I am helpless to disturb you tonight. I hope you will forgive me."

"I will leave immediately after I finish my work. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

After bowing, Zhang Junyu did not dare to waste any more time and immediately set out to search in the ancestral hall. Soon, he found the mission location behind the ancestral hall.

The white burlap separated the four areas, with corresponding numbers marked on them.

When the white cloth of the first compartment was lifted, what came into view was a corpse with a paper man lying beside the body.

The head of the paper man was bald, without facial features or hair. Just as the night watchman said, it had a head but no face.

A white candle was burning faintly, emitting a half-dead light. The candlelight reflected on the face of the corpse, giving people the feeling that it could come back to life at any time.

An incense burner was placed in front of the corpse, with only burnt incense ash left in it.

Zhang Junyu had also seen big scenes, and calmed down in a few breaths. He walked forward, not daring to touch the corpse, just observing.

The corpse was a man, about 40 years old. It could be seen that he had been dead for some time. A burst of rotting corpse odor irritated Zhang Junyu's nasal cavity.

Along the edge of the wooden shelf where the corpse was placed, there was still a sticky liquid dripping.

What was even more terrifying was that the corpse had its eyes open, its pupils were dilated, staring blankly at the ceiling, and its mouth slightly open, as if it had something to say.

But Zhang Junyu was not a relative of the corpse. He just hoped that the corpse would lie quietly, not speak, not move, and not disturb him from painting the face of the paper man.

The paints for face painting were ready and placed on the ground. There were several small plates filled with different colors of paint.

Although the night watchman did not give a time limit for each person, Zhang Junyu did not dare to neglect it. He recalled the words of the night watchman and Yu Chengmu's instructions before leaving, and began to paint.

The first stroke was to draw the eyebrows for the paper man.