"Tonight is the Ghost Festival, a day when the gates of hell are wide open. Places like Jiangjiapo have never been very clean, so it's not unusual for you to encounter dirty things there," Old Yangtou said.

"I'm afraid your eldest brother has protected you, otherwise you will be in big trouble." Old Yangtou continued.

Hearing this, Yang Huaming put his hands on his shoulders and looked around nervously, "Isn't the eldest brother following me back? What should I do?"

Old Yangtou also looked around and said: "He is your eldest brother. It doesn't matter if he comes back to take a look. Wait until tomorrow for you to go to Shenpo Li's place and help ask what's going on."

"Your elder brother said that he doesn't have enough money down there. If he can burn more for him then, he may be in peace." He added.

Here, Mrs. Tan said: "Qing'er, have you seen the baby Li Xiuxin gave birth to? Doesn't the baby look strange?"

Yang Ruoqing thought about it carefully and said truthfully: "Except for being smaller than other newborns, everything else is fine. At present, the body's facial features are quite complete. As for the internal organs, I don't know."

Tan said: "This is born on the Ghost Festival. These horoscopes...that's all. You go to Goddess Li tomorrow and ask about this matter by the way."

After struggling for so long, everyone has dispersed.

Yang Huazhong, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang stopped by and returned home together.

When they arrived at the door of the house, Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huazhong: "My mother is timid. Dad, don't tell my mother about finding the fourth uncle and the fourth aunt in Jiangjiapo tonight. I'm worried that she will be too scared to sleep at night."

Yang Huazhong smiled honestly and said: "Don't worry, I will know if you don't tell me."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "Then let's go back and let dad rest early."

Yang Huazhong nodded, even though he knew that Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were adults, and Luo Fengtang was a general with an evil aura.

It was he who rescued Yang Huaming and his wife from Jiangjiapo, but in Yang Huazhong's eyes, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were his children. As a father, he insisted on watching the young couple enter the yard before he turned around and went home.

After returning home, she took a comfortable hot bath to wash away her fatigue. When she put on loose and breathable pajamas and lay down on the bed, Yang Ruoqing felt completely sleepless.

Luo Fengtang also got on the bed and saw her lying there, holding a pillow in her arms, biting her lip slightly, looking thoughtful.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch her nose gently, "What are you thinking about? Are you so absorbed in it?"

Yang Ruoqing looked up at him: "Is Jiangjiapo really that evil? In the past, when you were a hunter, you always haunted the mountains, and sometimes you were in the mountains at night. Have you ever encountered anything weird like tonight?

"

Luo Fengtang thought about it carefully and shook his head without hesitation.

"It's strange to say that everyone talks about this and that in Mianniu Mountain, but I have never encountered anything like that."

"However, I have heard a lot of strange things about this area. Many of them were told to me by hunters from other villages." Luo Fengtang said.

When he was a hunter in the past, he did not move around or interact with the villagers, but when hunting in the mountains, he became familiar with the hunters in other villages. Sometimes they met in the mountains and sat together to rest.

, when bored, they would talk about some of their experiences in the mountains to kill the boredom.

"There is one about Jiang Jiapo. Do you want to listen?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly: "If you want to listen, tell me quickly."

She changed her posture to listen to the story, lying on her side, supporting her face with one arm, and looking at Luo Fengtang with bright eyes.

Luo Fengtang smiled faintly and said, "I heard that Jiangjiapo, where we found our fourth uncle and aunt tonight, did have such a small mountain village a long time ago."

"Moreover, it is said that there was a celebrity in that village in the past. This so-called celebrity seemed to be a high official or something."

"I don't know what happened later. The official retired and returned to his hometown when he was still in his prime."

"I originally thought that I would live a simple life in this mountain village, but I didn't expect that on a heavy rainy night, a group of officers and soldiers secretly sneaked into Jiangjiapo and killed all the men, women, old and young in the village, including the livestock.

Let it go!" he said.

"It's so cruel to massacre the village on a rainy night!" Yang Ruoqing frowned.

This reminded her of what happened to Xiaoyu. Only those who have experienced it personally can understand this feeling of suddenly having nothing, indescribable anger and despair!

"Go on," Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang nodded and continued: "A good village suddenly disappeared overnight. At that time, it was said that it caused a lot of commotion in these ten miles and eight villages, because most of the people in our ten miles and eight villages have relatives.

Relationship."

"This matter could not be found out, and the government at that time just went through the motions and ignored it. Later, as the years went by, fewer and fewer people could remember what happened in Jiangjiapo and the existence of this village."

"When the last group of people who had seen Jiangjiapo with their own eyes grew old and passed away, the people behind them gradually forgot about the village. Even if I tell you about Jiangjiapo now, I heard it from elsewhere."

"And the hunter who told me about this also heard it from somewhere else, and he made countless twists and turns." He said.

Yang Ruoqing sighed and said with emotion: "Time is really like a rag. No matter how intense and colorful a stroke was at the beginning, it will be gradually wiped away until no trace is left in the end. It is even as if it has never been there.

It’s like it never existed.”

Luo Fengtang said: "Isn't that right? There's no way to know whether it's true or not!"

"There is another hunter who also told me a strange thing. If you are not sleepy, I will tell you again?" He asked again.

Yang Ruoqing blinked and said, "Go to sleep after listening."

Luo Fengtang said: "It's the same place where we found your fourth uncle and aunt tonight. Many years ago, there was a butcher who went to have a drink elsewhere at night and returned to the village, and passed by there."

"It was in the winter months, and every household was preparing to celebrate the New Year. Everything was very lively, and the butchers were very bold."

"That night, he drank some wine and passed by that area. On the road, he met several unfamiliar people heading to Jiangjiapo with benches in their hands. He was curious and asked those people what they were doing."

"Those people said that a big opera was being performed in the village over there. When the butcher heard this, he got excited and quickly followed them to listen to the opera."

"When we arrived at the venue, a stage was actually set up, and there were a sea of ​​people. It was so lively."

"He was also listening in the crowd, and when he was getting excited, an old woman patted him on the shoulder and said, you damn kid, why are you here? Go back, go back!"

"When he saw it, he was almost scared to death. The old woman urging him to leave was his deceased grandmother!"
Chapter completed!