The night wind rustled the coldness all over the ground, and the thin clothes were even more unstoppable in the middle of the night, so that even the body felt like a layer of frost was falling, and I felt indescribable discomfort.

Just now, the house full of ghosts was right in front of me. Yuan Ziyi no longer had the idea of ​​exploring again. She didn't know why Jiang Wen had to come here in the dark and face to face with these things that made people feel confused.

The copper ships on the sea, the dragon ghosts under the water, the monster corpses in the hall, and the long-clad man in the mao. These strange stories circulating in the villages lingered in her mind and lurked in the middle of the night, as if a plush claw would pop out in the darkness at any time and pounced on her from an invisible corner.

Yuan Ziyi refused to admit that she was scared, but she couldn't help but have her own ideas.

At first, she chose to walk at the end so that she could see the two in front at any time, which would give her some sense of security. But soon, she noticed a rustling sound behind her. If you are quick, it will be faster, if you are slow, it will be slow, if you are slow, it will be slow, with malice and insidiousness, it seems that she is following her in an invisible posture.

So she accelerated her pace again, simply surpassed the two people in front of the team, led the way with fearlessness, and soon arrived at the door of the house that she had known before.

But this time, she felt that the rustling branches of the dense trees in front and behind the yard were filled with strange shadows. When the cold insects stinged, there was only the waning moon as light as smoke and waves, which seemed to be shining, and the coldness was in the horizon that was less than a stone's throw away. It was like a bleak dream that was awakened in the middle of the night in Mount Emei when she was a child.

Yuan Ziyi ignored the opening door and deliberately made an attempt to go to the backyard to investigate, so that she could avoid the horrifying black coffin in the hall and avoid the heartfelt disgust brought to her by death.

"It's a coffin!"

Yuan Ziyi took two steps behind the house, and suddenly retreated quickly with exclamation, as if she had encountered something extremely unexpected and hid directly behind Yan Yongchun.

Yan Yongchun was alert when she heard the sound. Her body rose like a passing lightning. She twisted her three gates and nine joints to the left. Her left arm stretched out her ulna like a knife. She could use her fist power to face the enemy at any time, and her cold eyes were facing the faint and unpredictable darkness.

Jiang Wen took the lead and immediately saw the black shadow crawling on the wall of the courtyard, twisting and dark, like a terrifying shadow in the deep pool and spring.

"Don't be nervous, you've read it wrong. That's not a coffin, it's clearly a wooden board for use on the boat."

In the dark environment, Yuan Ziyi obviously mistakenly regarded the black-lacquered sampan in the backyard as a coffin leaning against the wall of the courtyard. She instantly thought of many unsettling things and scared herself.

Jiang Wen stepped forward and knocked on the shell of the ship board and found that the keel of the ship board was hard, with a straight pen in the heart, touching it like jade and buckle it like iron. It was obviously a good piece of anticorrosion wood, but this color was not auspicious.

Yuan Ziyi slowly poked her head out and looked at the yard. The unnatural expression gradually faded, but she still felt a little unwilling to believe it in her tone, and she couldn't help but take a look at it.

"This...the color is so similar!"

Jiang Wen frowned and thought for a while, adding.

"Well, you may be right. The boat board and the coffin in the house may be really made of the same kind of corrosion-resistant and moth-resistant wood."

The boats that the living people ride on are the same material and color as the coffin of the dead. Zhangqiugang Village doesn’t know why there is such a custom, but it reminds Jiang Wenlian of the coffin of the Jiahe River in Wuyi Mountain, which makes him feel like he goes home.

Unfortunately, the stench in the house vaguely interrupted Lenovo. Obviously, after being stored in water for several days, even in the cold winter, it would inevitably lead to decay and decay. Burial is already an imminent matter.

"President Jiang, I think this room... should not act rashly."

Yan Yongchun said with a little concern, "The villagers say that the ghosts appeared in this room for the first time, and Ziyi also encountered ghosts here, which means there must be problems inside and should not be entered directly."

In order to strengthen persuasion, Yan Yongchun also specifically expressed his experiences, "I have also investigated many times during the day before, but I felt dizzy."

Yuan Ziyi quickly echoed: "Yes, I think there is nothing to be fooled in this ghost place. If you are unwilling to give up, you might as well go to the riverside to investigate."

But Jiang Wen's attitude was extremely firm and he deliberately said in a relaxed and teasing tone: "Miss Yan, don't worry, it won't matter. It's okay if you can't walk on the main entrance. Let's just go in in a different direction."

Since ancient times, life and death are separated and the springs are not connected, so they will be afraid of fear and disgusted from pity, and can overcome the compassion for life. Buddhism also has a method of practice called the White Bone View, which is one of the five Zen methods of Buddhism. It usually goes from impurity to white bones, with the purpose of extinguishing the greed for the physical body. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, facing a dead body, you will only have the idea of ​​retreating and giving up.

Jiang Wen once thought that compared to the saying of extinguishing the deep greed of color, the White Bone View is perhaps a way to see through the great terror, and this horror comes from the famous "Unortal Valley Effect".

All dead bodies were once members of humans, and as entities in the uncanny valley were sufficiently anthropomorphic, and could even be mistaken for being a member of human species when static.

But when people observe unconsciously, they will find flaws, such as purple blood vessels, rotten flesh, collapsed skin, and breeding maggots. Unintentionally, these abnormal humanoid characteristics will have potential impacts in the human gene bank, sounding a warning to the observer.

This is true for corpses, so isn't it the case for things like "ghosts"? At least they all look very similar to humans, but they are not humans.

The harsh scratching of the nails can cause disgust and discomfort in the heart, because this sound was once a ancient ape struggling to survive in the dense forest, which was used to convey dangerous signals.

And the uncanny valley effect of humanoid creatures, this deep fear in the genes is so specific that Buddhism, who is well versed in human nature, has to use methods to restrain it. Will this mean that in the process of human evolution, we have to avoid an existence that looks very similar to humans but is extremely dangerous...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The three of them stayed for a while, and finally entered the village house.

Zhangqiugang Village is not poor, and the village is also in the traditional "three rooms and two corridors" form of Lingnan. It is arranged very neatly. From the plane, it is symmetrical in the layout of the courtyard. The main building has three rooms, with two corridors and patios in front, so it is called "three rooms and two corridors".

House forms like this can be traced back to the Han tomb artifacts unearthed in the suburbs of Guangzhou, which are obviously the product of the integration of Han culture into Lingnan.

Jiang Wen took the lead in pushing open the back door and found that the yard in front of him was a single-story structure, with the hall in the center, with rooms on both sides, and kitchens and utility rooms on both sides of the patio.

But when I opened the wood door, I saw that the things stored inside were empty, and the charcoal ash in the stove was filled with moisture, leaving only the kitchenware such as pots and pans and pans left here because they left it, but they were covered with a layer of dust.

The faint smell of smell lingers over Zhangqiugang Village, so that the originally bright moonlight began to be bright, as if it was separated by a layer of gauze, and it was impossible to see clearly. There was no fog at the end of the village road, but it always seemed like something was wandering around.

Jiang Wen decided to enter through the back door, and Yuan Ziyi followed behind and walked around. The three of them entered the empty hall, and saw nothing except the shaking of the oil lamp, but you could see a corner of the black-painted coffin through the door. The sound of water dripping from the soles of your feet slowly rang all night, dripping onto the hard and messy ground.

"The body will be toxic if it is left for a long time. I'll just go up and take a look X Don't get too close."

Jiang Wen first explained, then covered his nose with his hands and slowly looked at the corpse in the black lacquer coffin with his eyes open and his eyes bulging.

It seemed to contain great resentment, so that its eyes were filled with anger. It stared at the position of the beam with its pale pupils, and continued to stiffly maintain the last breath before death.

"Miss Yan, when were these villagers salvaged?"

Jiang Wen looked at it intently and suddenly asked.

Yan Yongchun looked at the body vigilantly and whispered: "It was about five days ago. I couldn't salvage it before, and I didn't drift ashore one after another five days ago. Unfortunately, all my body was damaged, as if I had been bitten by some aquarium..."

The corpse that had been soaked until it was swollen and had broken its exposed skin. Jiang Wen did find that the body of the dead were covered with scars, and even several wounds were deeply wounded in the arms, chest and abdomen. It was easy to remind people of the ferocious dragons in the water with their claws, lurking on the dark sea, swallowing their flesh and blood hungrily.

External fears are internalized in the heart and will become ghosts that cannot be found in the darkness.

You should know that the ancients were not superstitious enough to be full of foolish opinions, and their hearts were full of ghosts and foxes. At least Wang Mingqing of the Song Dynasty expressed it very clearly in "Tujielu": "Thunder, sudden lightning, violent rain, rapid wind, waves, and violent waves, and dragons and dragons are also strange! Because they have eyes and are common, they are not different. The situation of ghosts and gods is like a stone saying in Jin, a god descending to the wild, Qi Huan's disease, Peng Sheng's sharpness, and the book transmission of the book is not the case, is it possible?"

It is strange to never see ordinary things, and it is difficult to understand ordinary principles. It is called ghosts and gods. When they see things that are completely unexplained by the knowledge system, they will feel fear of being far away from them and then record them respectfully on the paper.

Song Confucian Wang Ming and Qing dynasties followed the undeniability of ghosts and monsters from the two dimensions of natural phenomena and historical narratives. Zhu Xi of the same era looked for the concepts of ghosts and gods and the authenticity of ghosts and ghosts in the question and answer with students, so as to avoid people falling into the vicious circle of bottomless suspicion.

But what is interesting is that on the one hand, Zhu Xi constantly persuades students to say, "Ghosts and gods are the second thing, and that invisible shadow is difficult to understand." On the other hand, when students tell strange and strange things about ghosts and strange things and say that such stories "the booklets and legends are not trustworthy, and they must be seen by themselves." Zhu Xi retorted: "It's just that the master has never seen them."

According to Jiang Wen's guess, Zhu Xi must have been thinking about the strange things and immortals on Wuyi Mountain.

"Look, his upper and lower arms are broken and shaking, leaving only a few traces of flesh and blood. It should have been torn off by the wind and waves in the water. There must be a very violent undercurrent on the bottom of the sea on the day he went to sea."

The corpse is the last words of the deceased. If you sit down and ignore these clues, you will waste the truth that is close to you. Jiang Wen leaned over to the coffin, carefully checked the traces of the corpse, and ignored the hideous skin, slowly confirmed some things.

"It's right that this dead body died of drowning. At least he ran away from the suspect of murder. His direct cause of death was drowning. Compared with other disasters at sea, there is nothing unusual."

The disenchantment of the dead is a very simple thing in itself.

First of all, the cause of death of the corpse was drowning and wind and waves. Although the wounds on the body were terrifying, it can still be seen that it was caused by sharp reef pricks. The shellfish attached to it was as sharp as a knife, so it was naturally able to cut to this extent.

Secondly, the time when the corpse was soaked in the water did not seem to be as long as Yan Yongchun said. The tragic incident of the overturning boat occurred ten days ago and was salvaged for five days. However, this corpse did not seem to have been through such a long time. Instead, it was a bit strange. It is therefore considered that it is a terrifying thing with deep resentment, stiffness and non-corruption.

Finally, Jiang Wen did not think that such an ordinary corpse had the ability to scare the whole village into a state of uneasyness, and he would not let Yan Yongchun get nervous when he hit the house, and Yongchun's fist posture never relaxed for a moment.

"Miss Yan, tell me honestly, have you seen other strange things here?"

Yan Yongchun and Yuan Ziyi were originally standing on the left side of the coffin opposite the gate, and were only one step behind Jiang Wen. At this time, Jiang Wen, who was carefully examined the autopsy, suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the two. Yuan Ziyi was startled and thought something was appearing behind her, and she looked behind her like frightened.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "President Jiang is indeed as wise as a torch, and things are as you said..."

Yan Yongchun sighed slightly, but his expression seemed to have taken off some invisible burden, and finally expressed his experiences a few days ago.

"Three days ago, I ran into a corpse guard in the village. At that time, I was opening the door and going out, but I felt that it was pitch black outside the door, and I could not see the road or find the lights. But in an instant, I suddenly saw a living person flashing through the crack in the door, staring at me wanderingly."

Yan Yongchun pointed at the main entrance and explained why he was unwilling to enter and exit the door. "The ghost was as bloated as a pile of cotton, with almost overflowing from the courtyard wall on its top. Its belly raised like a gourd, with a vague outline of a human face. I waved my palm but it was just like hitting the air. It also squirmed and suddenly disappeared into the alley next door, and could no longer be found."

When Yan Yongchun said this, his body trembled unnaturally, he had already become suspicious of his beliefs, and was even more confused about the idea of ​​creating boxing techniques that he had been looking forward to to rescue the weaker than danger.

Others may not understand it, but Jiang Wen knew this feeling very well. Even if he had great martial arts and sword skills, he could only rely on his heart to move forward with a lone courage in his heart, walking alone like a thin ice.

"Miss Yan, martial arts cannot solve all problems, but martial arts is your own path. If you don't walk, no one can help you."

Jiang Wen looked at Yan Yongchun's haggard face, his eyes full of firmness and encouragement.

No wonder he always felt that Yan Yongchun's expression was a bit strange. Yan Yongchun was insightful and firm enough, so she had touched a trace of martial arts in advance. This could not be said to be a good thing, but it could not be said to be a bad thing. All she lacked was the spirit of wielding her desperate moves.

Since entering the Ancient Temple of the South China Sea, Jiang Wen has noticed that the atmosphere is abnormal. There is some extremely depressing and extremely sensitive factors that are affecting people's perceptions, so that even Yuan Ziyi, who is new to the South China Sea, will have hallucinations under the influence and see strange things in Zhangqiugang Village.

The strange atmosphere is so permeable that even with the protection of the gods of the ancient temple, the villagers still cannot get comfort from it. At this moment, their hearts should be mixed with their relatives' death. The panic of nightmare comes, and they are hiding in the deserted ancient temple late at night. Even Yan Yongchun is on the verge of limits and may fall into the same collapse at any time.

The current situation can still be controlled by Yan Yongchun's force, but if this continues, the future situation can be predicted. This phenomenon often occurs in ancient wars. Although it occurs frequently, once it occurs, it will affect the entire battle situation.

That is Yingxiao.

The so-called camp roar refers to the fact that the soldiers are nervous and suddenly excited, collapse, and collapse a thousand miles away. In severe cases, people will kill each other like a devil, and will not stop until they die. Because they do not distinguish between enemies and friends at night and are prone to panic, camp roar often occurs at night and can be called night terror.

Sometimes, it is not that the more people the better.

Judging from what Jiang Wen had just talked, even the most knowledgeable and experienced elders in this village are still filled with the strange superstitions and taboos of the ancient Jiangwan village, and they maintain a very fearful attitude towards the bizarre things in front of them.

It is difficult to explain whether the ghosts they see are fear of sudden death or longing for their loved ones, but there is no doubt that they all believe that as the ones who send them on the dragon boat, they themselves bear unavoidable guilt.

Jiang Wen didn't know how to resolve it. After all, prejudice is a mountain, and the understanding formed over the past decades is even more deeply rooted. It is definitely not something that someone can discipline everyone to wake up by just a few words of unique insights.

The same pressure, the same confusion, and the same at a loss. Events like Yingxiao not only happen in places like Zhangqiugang Village where news is blocked and strange stories become windy, it is not uncommon even in real life hundreds of years later.

Take 2012, which is not far away, for example, there are many people who call for the end of the world and deceive themselves by the slogan of the world. Even peace and nothing can become the credit for sincere prayer. To some extent, is this just a kind of "screaming whistle" of spontaneous, self-existent, and self-reinforcement?

Guide emotional venting effectively may also be a way to solve problems.

"I understand. The way for a yang house and a yin residence and a god guards the household is the trick that someone thinks after the talisman is invalid. He wants to use magic to defeat magic, and superstition to defeat superstition. Once the villagers are used to dead bodies and the dead turn into bones, all fears will naturally disappear."

Jiang Wen sighed slowly, "This is a profound person who is invisible to the law of humanity, but he understands human nature so well, but he shouldn't be unable to see it. Miss Yan, you may not be able to survive until the matter is over..."

The gods on the red paper were still glaring, their beards and halberds were silently in the hall. It seemed that a circle of divine light transformed from anger was shrouded here, and they suppressed the cold wind and rain all over the place with wrath, and were full of ghosts.

Jiang Wen tried to get his thoughts close to the other party and searched for clues in it. However, the rendering of the environment that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time also became loose. It seemed that he was directly told that something not very good appeared in the darkness.

Jiang Wen took a step slowly and looked at the night outside the house thoughtfully. The sound of water dripping at the bottom of the black-painted coffin suddenly accelerated, resounding clearly inside the house. After the door, there was a violent sound of constant knocking on the door panels. The collision of objects seemed to be surrounded by something invisible, waiting for an opportunity to launch an attack.
To be continued...