Four o'clock in the morning.

The sky is getting brighter.

Dawn is coming.

In front of the ancestral hall gate of the Beishi Village.

Village chief Shi Minghui, carrying a kerosene lamp, walked from the small path in the village to the gate of the ancestral hall.

He pushed open the wooden ancient door of the ancestral hall and walked slowly in.

The ancestral hall of Beishi Village is where the village committee is located.

But the village committee was in front of it, and the ancestral hall with ancestral tablets was behind the village committee.

This is the forbidden place for villagers. Every year, villagers can come here to worship their ancestors only!

The ancestral hall looks very dilapidated and has not been repaired for fifty years. It is still the tile house when I was old.

The overall structure of the ancestral hall is made of wood, and it has been disrepair for a long time, giving people a feeling of collapse.

Fortunately, the rain stopped.

Otherwise, the ancestral temple is really likely to collapse.

When you walk into the ancestral hall, you will see densely lined up spiritual positions, one after another, covering the entire small house.

There are no less than a thousand spiritual positions.

Even more.

Perhaps because I haven't cleaned it for a long time, there were a lot of dust and spider webs falling on the tablets and the altars for worship, giving people a desolate feeling.

"Everything is still there."

The village chief stared at his eyes and swept over the spiritual throne one by one. It took a long time before he could speak out such a sentence.

Carrying the kerosene lamp, he walked to the left side of the tablet again.

There is a large altar over there.

There are countless lamps on the table.

All are ancient lamps.

Some are on, some are extinguished.

It is the responsibility of every clan leader to come to the ancestral temple to burn incense and check the 'kerosene lamp' every morning.

Since the village chief Shi Minghui took over as the clan leader for twenty years, he would come to the ancestral temple to burn incense and check the 'kerosene lamp' every morning at four o'clock.

Over the years, the "lights are on" and "lights are off", I don't know how many times have it been.

Minghui has long been accustomed to death by the village chief.

The extinguishing of every lamp represents the departure of an old friend.

This morning, I checked the ancient lamp as usual.

Suddenly, the village chief was stunned.

His eyes were wide open, staring at the top of the dense ancient lamps.

At the top of the lamp, there is a lamp that has been out for many years.

On the top level of the arrangement.

On that floor, there are only a few lights.

But one of the lamps was on.

Next second.

Village Chief Shi Minghui opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

A 'touch' sound.

Minghui didn't have time to burn incense to his ancestors even though the village chief died, so he pushed the door open and left.

When you get outside the door, you close the door immediately.

He kowtowed a few times to the ancestral hall, and then he hurriedly left the ancestral hall.

After leaving the ancestral hall, the village chief did not go home, but walked immediately towards the back mountain.

It is the ‘Grave Mountain’!

The hill where the corpses of ancestors of the Body Corpse Village have been buried!

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Early this morning, the special forces soldier Guan Xiuxian organized passengers trapped in the village to leave the village.

I took several villagers from the village to explore the way.

The heavy rain stopped and the sky was clear.

It's time to leave.

Every passenger wants to leave here as soon as possible.

Ding Jie is no exception.

When he returned home last night, Ye Xiaoman and Gao Le's faces were not very good-looking. They seemed to be scared and had a dull face, so they didn't want to go out of the house.

It was almost noon, Guan Xiuxian, several male passengers and familiar villagers in the village came back.

Guan Xiuxian used to be a special forces soldier, and his strength was excellent.

In addition, he was quick and easy to do business. After several contacts, he has now become the leader of the trapped passengers.

He took the lead in exploring the way and finding the way.

"There was a mudslide outside, and the road was basically blocked. We just left the village and turned around and came back."

As soon as Guan Xiuxian came back, he said such words.

Can't get out?

The road is blocked?

what to do?

The trapped passengers seemed to have lost their direction.

I don't know what to do.

Hiking back?

Too far away.

How to walk on a mountain road that costs dozens of kilometers?

Maybe, mudslides may occur.

"Don't worry, go back first. In the afternoon, we will talk to the village cadres to see if we can use excavators and agricultural tools in the village to clean up the mud and stones blocked on the road."

"We looked at the road blocked by mudslides in the morning. There are only three sections of roads in total. As long as we open these three sections of roads, we can leave here. If the village is willing to lend us tools and help us clean them together, it will definitely be cleaned up within a week."

Guan Xiuxian is worthy of being a special forces soldier. After professional psychological training, his leadership and organizational skills are beyond doubt. In the face of such difficulties, not only did he not defeat him, but he also quickly made a solution.

His decision was answered with all his wishes.

All agreed.

There is no way, I can't stay stuck in the village waiting for rescue.

The efforts that should be made must be done.

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noon.

"Aunt Li, what happened in the village? It's been almost a day, and I haven't seen the village chief." Ding Jie asked at the middle-aged woman sitting on the kang while drinking corn porridge.

Aunt Li is the village home where Ding Jie lives.

"There are people in the village. Qian Feng at the east end of the village died. It's a pity. I'm alone, and I'll die if I say death." Aunt Li replied with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "A few years ago, our girl was sick. She borrowed 3,000 yuan from Qian Feng and went to the county town for treatment. She was a very good person and disappeared."

"How did you die?" Ding Jie asked again.

"I died miserably, with blue-purple pinch marks on my neck, which seemed to be strangled to death." Aunt Li seemed to think of something and said again: "Do you think it's strange? It's logical that after a person dies, it will take several days before it will start to rot and smelly, but Qian Feng's body was already smelly when someone was seen this morning. I went to see it in the morning, but it was scary. My body was shriveled and I could see the bones, as if the blood was gone."

"Yes! My whole body was wet, as if I was getting wet out and was drenched in the rain. But I was obviously dead at home."

"Aunt Li, stop talking. I'm scared." Ye Xiaoman stopped drinking corn porridge, his face was a little pale, and he was obviously scared.

"Girl, Aunt Li won't say it anymore, look at it scaring you." Aunt Li smiled and didn't say anything more.

Dry and shriveled?
To be continued...