"Yidan, what are you doing here? Do you want to scare me to death?" I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Looking at his back, I was not ready to approach because I felt something seemed to be ahead, which I instinctively didn't want to approach.

And my wife and sister seemed to be pulling me from behind, but I knew that even if I suddenly turned around, I wouldn't see her.

"It's Brother Tian, ​​don't go back."

Zhang Yidan talked to me in a trembling voice, but he didn't turn around. In his back, he was wearing dirty clothes, as if soaked in mud and water, while his shoes were made of paper.

I heard that his voice was not right and my face looked a little ugly: You kid, are you going to scare me if you have nothing to do?

Looking for the figure, I really wanted to kick him so that he would not be fucking scary next night, but when I wanted to get closer, a cold wind blew by my eyes, and the fog instantly blocked my sight.

I immediately stopped, and when the fog dissipated, where was Zhang Yidan's shadow?

I lowered my head and thought, could it be that I had hallucinations? Or did Zhang Yidan squat nearby to catch field mice every day in recent days, and he happened to tease me and play with it?

I feel that Xiaoduo is still halfway away from Xiaoyi Village. Although I think what happened just now is a bit supernatural, I did not plan to return to Zhuanlong Village, because when I turned around, I noticed something pulling the corner of my clothes again, and it was even stronger than when I returned to Xiaoyitun.

Even if I can know the existence of danger, sometimes I have to choose one of the relatively small ones among the two dangers.

So, I could only go back to Xiaoyitun with the help of being ruthless.

Standing where Zhang Yidan was standing, there was a pool of wet yellow water. I don’t know where the water came from on the dry road. The smell was a bit pungent. It seemed that Zhang Yidan might be in a bad mood in the stinky ditch and wanted to make fun of me.

The warning from my wife and sister, Zhang Yidan's strange disappearance made me ominously tell me about the night road this time. As I walked along, I began to pay attention to the surrounding environment.

But after walking for another half an hour, I never noticed the strange thing again, and my heart was slightly relieved.

In front of me, the thick fog gradually appeared as a two-meter-wide stone bridge, and the big stone I was originally carrying in my heart finally put down.

It was an ancient bridge called "Siqiao". I heard from the old people in the village that it had existed when Xiaoyitun was built. They all said that it was before the founding of the country. I think it should be when Xiaoyitun or Yizhuang.

But no matter how old it is, the village is on the other end of the bridge, and I can vaguely see the dim lights in the village.

I stroked the ancient bridge and still remember when I was a child, I was swimming in the river under the bridge with Zhang Yidan and other friends. At that time, the water of the stream was clear and you could see the pebbles at the bottom of the water.

In the luminous light, I looked down at the bridge nostalgic, but this look made my hair explode!

Under the bridge, a group of monks dressed in monks took bamboo poles and caught the corpses on the shore, while several children lined up and ran across the river, chanting nursery rhymes.

"Thousands of flowers, thousands of flowers, floating, sprinkling, pile up, build snowmen, not afraid of cold or cold"

These corpses were children, women, and elderly. They were soaked in the water a little white, and some even had maggots on their faces, and their constant wriggling death was very terrifying. After they were caught, the monks folded them into hills, and another group of monks performed rituals, sprinkled talismans, and buried them.

The wife and sister behind me suddenly pulled the corner of my clothes. I, who wanted to get close, stopped suddenly and I was so shocked that I couldn't move.

A cold mist shaved across the bridge, and I looked under the bridge again, but found that there was nothing left!

The water still flows across the small bridge, and the monks and children seem to never exist. I am very suspicious. Could it be that I am too tired and I have hallucinations? Or is it that the fog produces the legendary mirage?

But what about nursery rhymes? This mirage can still transmit messages thousands of miles?

"Brother Tian! Why are you still standing there? Go back to the village quickly."

Just as I was tangled with the vision at the bottom of the bridge, the girl's voice shouted at me at the other end of the bridge.

I was startled by the shouts, and I turned my head suddenly and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that it was Yu Xiaoxue, a childhood follower.

Back then, she was still a girl with a snot, but now she looks like a beautiful girl. If I remember correctly, she should be sixteen or seventeen years old this year. She had written to me before and told me that she wanted to work in Guangdong, but I stopped her on the grounds that she was not old enough and had no ID card. After all, I can't let the only remaining "fruits" in the village go out and make the bad** harm.

I was frightened when I saw her, but I found that her father was standing at the door of her house. It was Uncle Yu Gen. Uncle Gen looked at me with a dull look and said nothing.

Xiaoyitun was still a wasteland when his grandmother arrived, and it became popular one after another for decades, so there were many people in other countries, from all over the world.

"Why are you here?" I greeted me and walked towards their doorstep, wanting to say hello to Uncle Gen.

Xiaoxue ran over and said to me sadly: "Brother Tian, ​​why did you come back? My mother-in-law has been away for two days, so let's go to my mother-in-law's place."

After hearing this, my heart sank instantly. It seems that what should come is coming, and grandma has really gone.

My eyes couldn't help but shed tears, but soon I pinched my eyebrows and covered it up, feeling that I would cry in the mourning hall.

Uncle Gen did not go with us, but just stood silently from a distance and looked at me. I didn't know how Uncle Gen, who was originally asking me about my well-being, became taciturn.

It was completely dark. When I passed by, I found that the electric lights of every household were on early, but the doors were still closed. This was not surprising, because there were no street lights in the village, and after it got dark, no one was willing to walk around.

But except for Uncle Gen, I also found that other neighbors were standing far away at the door watching me enter the village. I was still a distance away from them, so I didn't say hello, thinking that you could know that I was back.

I hurried to my grandmother's house. The door was already white and the mourning hall was arranged. There were paper horses at the door, and there were paper men and women.

Apart from that, there is no one nearby. If it is the usual rules, there should be three or five tables, and relatives and neighbors gather together to talk, drink tea, etc.

But I think my grandmother is a witch respected by her neighbors, and she may have someone else to die.

There were two doors on each side of the door gods painted by my grandmother, which looked twisted and twisted, but the pen was very vigorous and powerful. There was also a blank paper with my grandmother's surname, name, birth and death date on the door post. I just took a look and found that it was written by my grandmother himself, and the handwriting was extremely sloppy.

It seems that what she predicted was true for her final period.

In the hall, a coffin covered with red paper was lying quietly, which was a treatment that only the dead elderly would receive.

There was no one in the vigor inside, and the incense in front of the coffin was burned. Before I could feel sad, my heart skipped a beat. The fragrance of vigor cannot be broken. Isn’t anyone here to burn incense?

I looked at Yu Xiaoxue, she shook her head, her face pale: "Brother Tian, ​​it wasn't just now. I just ordered it a few minutes ago. I saw you pick you up at the village entrance. Why is this gone again?"

Grandma's house is a higher position in the village, and there are no neighbors next to her, so it is normal for Yu Xiaoxue to see the entrance of the village and find that it is normal for me to go home.

It seems that businessmen nowadays have a very bad conscience. They make money on dead people and even make incense fakes, so they burn too quickly.

I quickly stepped into the house, but the moment I stepped in, I couldn't help but have a cold war. I felt a cold wind blowing from all directions, and my wife and sister seemed to pull me.

But I had no choice. My grandmother passed away and it was necessary to burn incense for her. I knelt down in front of the coffin without hesitation and lit four incense sticks.

After being thrown out, three were placed in the front ash basin and one was placed in the back.

No exceptions.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that my wife and sister were not all right. Isn’t that wrong?

After I got up, I chose the straw mat on the left side of the coffin to sit down. Yu Xiaoxue looked at me from left to right, and saw me sitting down, she shrank her neck and walked in, and then sat on the right side of the coffin.

Although we did not wear mourning directly, it was not inappropriate for Yu Xiaoxue to keep me in a vigilant. In the past, the old man from the neighbor passed away, and we would occasionally sit by the coffin and chat with the victim's friend.

Besides, her family has a good relationship with our family. When I was not around, Yu Xiaoxue often pestered her grandmother and called her "mother-in-law" because her grandmother's family never lacked sugar and biscuits. Yu Xiaoxue is a foodie, and it is common to steal the offerings offered to the gods of her grandmother.

The death of my grandmother made us feel empty and we lost our backbone in an instant. Although we haven’t seen each other for a long time, we have nothing to say.

The inside and outside are terriblely quiet, and I can feel the yin energy gathering little by little, so I am ready to say something to break the silence.

But suddenly, I saw the three cigarettes in front of me getting messy, and I frowned.

The three incense burned very irregularly, with the left side long and the right side shorter, while the middle burned the fastest. When I saw it, it was the shortest, and the three words "Evil Incense" immediately emerged in my heart, and I felt something was going to happen.

"Grandma, I'm late, don't be angry. The incense burns quickly, and take more burdens." I felt that the old man who died broke the incense during the wake and would inevitably get angry, so he stroked the cold coffin to comfort him, but I found something that shocked me:

There was no nail in the coffin.

The cold and terrifying feeling came from inside, making my heart pound. Why didn’t I get nails? Could it be that the person who presided over the funeral forgot?

"Brother Tian, ​​I'm a little scared that I want to sit next to you," Yu Xiaoxue said in fear.

"Well, then come here." I tried to calm down. Not to mention Yu Xiaoxue, my heart kept ringing like a drum, and I felt that the yin energy around me was too strong.

The coffin has not been nailed for two days, and there is no one around the house, just like no one knowing that my grandmother has passed away.

In previous years, other elderly people would never be so deserted. Someone should have held a funeral.

I also noticed that there were no traces of people cooking big pots nearby. Has no one ever visited my grandmother after she passed away?

This is definitely not a good sign.

When I watched Yu Xiaoxue walk towards me, my heart suddenly tightened. After all, I warned my wife and sister that I was so angry that I was very angry.

Fortunately, my wife and sister did not pull the corner of my clothes this time, and Yu Xiaoxue seemed to be in danger to me.

"Snow, where have the others gone?" I looked around and white paper was pasted around, making the hall miserable.

Bang!
Chapter completed!