"Hey! Wake up, fellow." I was shaken awake by someone, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a middle-aged man with a simple face squatting in front of me.

I turned around and looked around. At this moment, I was lying in a wheat field that could not be seen. Dunzi was still lying next to me. From his heavy breathing, I could tell that he was fine.

"Looking at how you two are dressing up, are you from the city? Why are you sleeping here?" asked the fellow.

In my impression, we were asking the old Yangtou in Giethoorn Village about Huaishu Village, but it died suddenly and strangely, and then we fainted and became unaware of the world.

I shook my head gently at the fellow villager in front of me, and a sharp pain came from the top of my head downwards.

"Are you looking for someone? Or? Are you in any trouble?" the fellow asked enthusiastically.

"What's this, fellow?" I asked, rubbing my head.

"Wangzhuang? Everyone in our village is named Wang, so we call it Wangzhuang." The fellow villager replied.

"Oh, then Giethoorn is nearby, right?"

"Have you seen that piece of dirt slope? That's Giethoorn." The fellow pointed to a large dirt slope not far away.

I followed what the fellow pointed and looked over, "Isn't that a slope? How could it be Giethoorn?" I asked doubtfully.

"Yeah, that's Giethoorn." The fellow said with a slight smile.

"No, then..." My mind is filled with questions

The fellow helped me up and said, "Yes, Giethoorn is right there. Ten years ago, that slope was Giethoorn. A violent earthquake created the isthmus, and the entire village was buried underground."

At this time, my head was buzzing. Yesterday... Dunzi, that village, and that old Yangtou, I couldn't help but shudder when I thought of this.

"It seems that you have caught a cold and are shaking all over. Quickly call your companions and go to my house to drink some hot soup." The fellow said in a friendly manner.

After waking up Dunzi, Dunzi was also full of doubts. He couldn't believe everything he saw. Dunzi and I followed this enthusiastic fellow to his house.

"Come on, let's drink some hot water to go away the cold. I'll ask my wife to cook you a bowl of hot soup." After saying this, the fellow shouted to the yard, "Xiao Cui! Put more ginger."

"No trouble, no trouble." I said politely, "By the way, I don't know what your name is yet. My name is Qiangzi, and his name is Dunzi."

"Call me Shuanzhu." The fellow countryman replied honestly.

"It seems like you are much older than us. Brother Shuan Zhu, I want to ask you something..."

Before I could finish speaking, Shuanzhu said cheerfully, "Ask me, as long as I know, I will definitely tell you."

I took out a cigarette from my pocket and handed it to Shuanzhu and said, "I don't know, brother Shuanzhu, have you ever heard of Huaishu Village?"

When Shuanzhu heard my question, he looked at me with doubtful eyes and asked, "Are you really foreigners?"

I nodded and said, "Well, we are from Xi'an, Shaanxi, why do we ask this?"

Shuanzhu seemed to still refuse to believe it and said, "Then how do you know Huaishu Village? Not even the people nearby know about this village. Where did you hear about this village?"

I tried to hide it and said, "In the book, we are from the National Geographic Survey. I read about the mysterious disappearance of this Sophora Tree Village in an old book, so I got curious, so I came here."

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Shuanzhu took a sip of hot tea. "Actually, I have never seen this Huaishu Village. I just heard my grandfather once say when I was young that there are treasures in Huaishu Village. People have spread that there is some kind of local talisman in Huaishu Village, saying

That thing was worth a lot of money. Later, black and white people often appeared in the village, which made the village restless. Until one morning after a violent storm, people in the nearby village miraculously discovered that this locust tree with people coming and going

The village mysteriously disappeared overnight, and was replaced by large dirt bags. Some old people were superstitious and said that they were barren graves. They also said that the village was cursed and was dragged to the ground by the Lord of Hell.

After going down, there are different opinions."

This tie-down post is basically consistent with what the old man Yang, who didn’t know whether he was a human or a ghost, said. Huaishu Village disappeared overnight. But what I can’t believe is how could such a big village disappear overnight.

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"By the way! Brother Shuanzhu, the Giethoorn Village and the Huaishu Village seem to have disappeared overnight, right?" I seemed to have some clues.

Shuanzhu touched his forehead and said thoughtfully, "This Giethoorn village should not be considered to have disappeared. It was caused by the earthquake. I saw this with my own eyes. That day, the mountains shook and the ground cracked a hundred meters wide."

The whole village fell into the big crack, and then the big crack slowly closed and engulfed the whole village. As for the Huaishu Village, it was different. It mysteriously disappeared without any warning."

In fact, in my opinion, the disappearance of Giethoorn and Huaishu Village should be the same. It’s just that the Huaishu Village disappeared in the late Qing Dynasty, and no one alive has ever seen it. At that time, science was underdeveloped and superstition was too heavy.

, what was originally a very simple earthquake caused people to spread rumors that they mysteriously disappeared.

Seeing that I had not spoken for a long time, Shuanzhu continued mysteriously, "Brother Qiangzi, let me tell you something quite supernatural. Ten miles east of our village, there is an open land over there, and there are many small bumps on the ground. Look,

They look like small graves. In the past few decades, there was famine everywhere in the country, and people were starving to death every day. At that time, people only cared about surviving. Those who had died, relatives and friends, were thrown directly into the open space. Later, people just threw them into the open space.

That's called a mass grave.

I have heard many people say that every night, there are constant cries in the mass graves. I don’t know if it is the roar of wild animals or the cries of the ghosts there. Anyway, it is very scary. There are also people walking at night and wandering.

I walked into a village in a daze, and then found myself lying in a mass grave after dawn. Anyone who accidentally walked into that ghost village would die violently at home within a short time.

People of my grandfather’s generation said, do you think it’s evil?”

I even nodded in panic. The village that Dunzi and I entered last night...? Could we have died violently like that? The more I thought about it, the more panicked I became.

After hearing this, Dunzi panicked and murmured to himself, "It's over! It's over! My young life has been ruined by me."

Shuanzhu looked at Dunzi and asked, "Brother Dunzi, what are you talking about? By the way, why on earth did you two sleep in the wheat field?"

Dunzi was a man who couldn't hold back his words. "He told the two pillars in front of him everything about what happened that night."

After hearing this, Shuan Zhu couldn't help but exclaimed, "I know that old man Yang, but he is said to be a tomb robber? Have you really seen him?"

Dunzi opened his eyes wide and said, "Am I still lying to you? Does Mr. Yang have a serious hunchback?"

Shuangzhu looked at the two of us in disbelief, "So you have really been to Giethoorn?"

We both nodded in unison, Shuangzhu didn't say anything and kept pushing his hair back with his hands as if he was thinking about something.
Chapter completed!