half year ago.

It was about a month before my great-grandfather passed away. In fact, he was visiting relatives on the day of the accident and did not go home... His great-grandfather was over a hundred years old and was in poor health. He had been bedridden all year round. It was normal for him to die suddenly.

And the village looked normal at that time.

The dead have passed away, and the living should continue.

Until that day!

He remembers that day very clearly because it was his trumpet promotion competition.

It was very late that night and very cold. Just when he was finishing his five kills, the Internet was suddenly cut off!

He was so angry that he couldn't sleep!

Until there was a knock on the door, he knew it was his father who had come back, so he quickly turned off the light and buried his head in the bed to pretend to sleep.

Normally, his father would just look at him and not say anything more.

However, that day was different from usual. My father almost kicked the door open and walked in. He was so frightened that he trembled while hiding under the quilt.

Rapid and suffocating gasps sounded in the quiet room. When the quilt was lifted and he opened his eyes, what he saw was his father's panic.

"Xiaoxing, get up quickly, pack your things and leave!"

He had never seen his father show such a look. Just when he was puzzled, his father rushed to other rooms and woke up his sleeping sister and mother.

Suddenly there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the living room.

…

"Quickly, pack your things quickly and leave this village with me, quickly, quickly!"

That night, my father seemed extremely panicked, and even his body was shaking. This was not cold... but fear!

It's like you will die if you don't leave the village!

The mother was puzzled, and the sister also cried... At this time, the father, who was in a state of madness, actually gave his mother a slap in the face.

Suddenly... the crying in the room became louder.

The mother clamored to return to her parents' home and get a divorce, while the younger sister held her mother's lap and cried.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... It's too late, it's too late... Get out of here... Get out of here!"

"Xiaoxing, hurry...get out of here quickly!"

The father frantically packed up some valuable things, and then hurriedly pulled himself and his mother out.

It wasn't until after he went out that he realized that it was extraordinarily bright that night!

The originally quiet village became extremely lively, with everyone holding flashlights and bringing their families with them.

Second uncle...third aunt...seventh master...

These are the people in the village. They all seem to be fleeing, their expressions are full of fear, and what's more... many adults are crying.

…

"Is everyone here?"

"Ask the children to stop making noises."

"Don't be afraid, everyone. It will be fine. The leader will take you out later. As for what happened, I will tell everyone after we leave."

An old man in his sixties squeezed out from the crowd. He was the village chief.

The village chief's prestige is very high. In this quaint mountain village, the village chief's words are more effective than the peace officer.

Since the village chief said it was okay, it must be okay, although he didn't know why he left the village so late at night.

Another person walked out from the shouting crowd, wearing a uniform similar to that of a police officer.

But it was very dark at the time, and the flashlight light kept swaying, making the man's expression look a little gloomy and scary.

"My name is Zhang Tong, the captain of the Qin City Patrol. There is currently a bad incident happening in the village, but please don't worry, I will solve it. Now I will lead everyone out of the village. Someone will naturally arrange for you outside.

Please trust the official website."

"Remember, from now on, as a family unit, hold hands and never let go, no matter what happens!"

The man named Zhang Tong said seriously.

"Did everyone hear clearly? Listen to this leader." came the village chief's voice.

Then everyone was in a hurry and wasted a long time before they lined up and walked forward hand in hand.

"Village chief, it seems that the old hero from the mountain hasn't come yet!" came a voice from the shouting crowd.

After the village chief heard this, he looked behind him. Lao Jie lived alone on the mountain, in the innermost part of the village. It seemed that he had not notified him in place.

"Look at this..." The village chief looked at Zhang Tong.

Zhang Tong shook his head and said: "I can't put everyone here in danger just because of one person."

The village chief sighed and expressed his understanding.

…

The night in the mountains was particularly quiet. In addition, it was winter and the temperature was very low. From time to time, cold wind blew through the branches, making the branches rustle and make a whimpering sound, like the howling of ghosts, which added a touch of excitement to the team.

An eerie atmosphere.

Everyone was holding hands, waving flashlights, and talking.

"What exactly is going on?"

"I don't know. Could it be related to the few people who died recently in our village?"

"impossible?"

"..."

Noticing that the chatter in the team was getting louder and louder, Zhang Tong had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Everyone, from now on, are not allowed to talk. All flashlights are turned off except for the front one!"

As Zhang Tong's words came out, the village chief was stunned for a moment and immediately conveyed the message.

He believed in this leader from the city.

Fortunately, the villagers of the Qiao family were honest and simple, and coupled with the prestige of the village chief, everyone followed the instructions honestly.

They believe in the village chief and the official, and they must have their reasons for doing so.

If someone could stand high in the sky at this time, they would be able to find that in the quiet Qiaojia Village, everyone was connected together, like a giant snake wriggling.

…

"Lao Ming, why are your hands so cold? Are you sick?"

"Old Ming...Old Ming!"

"Third uncle, what is your name?"

"Ah? It's Xiaodong, you...why am I holding your hand? Isn't it your dad behind me?"

"Yes... where is my dad? My dad is missing!"

"..."

Panic sounds came from the long snake-like team.

"Everyone, be quiet!" At this moment, the village chief came forward. After understanding the situation, he turned to inform the patrollers.

"It has spread here." The patrolman's brows were knitted into knots, his expression quite solemn.

He was unclear about the subsequent conversation between the village chief and the patroller.

All I know is that the final team became extremely depressed and cold.

"Xiao Xing, remember, never sleep, no matter how sleepy you are, never sleep, remember!"

His father's voice came from ahead, and he could clearly feel his father's voice trembling.

…

"Why are you missing again?"

"Why is it you behind me?"

"Where is my son?"

Slowly, more and more people disappeared, and the villagers became more and more panicked.

"Even if I don't sleep, I can't stop it?"

He heard the man called the patrolman by the village chief mutter something.

"Why are we back again?"

"Yes, isn't this the field where my family lives in the village?"

"Why are you still here after so long?"
To be continued...