The so-called "running to death" when looking at the mountain. The dark shadows of the houses in front were clearly visible, but she walked for a long time without reaching it. At the foot of the mountain was a vast land, covered with white snow. Every step would leave a deep hole.

Snow nest.

I don’t know how long she walked, but the woman finally arrived near the house. This was a small rural village with only about forty households in total.

At this moment, the courtyard doors of every house were closed, and the rooms were pitch dark without any light or shadow.

The woman's lips were so cold that she could no longer shout a word, and her hands and feet were so cold that she couldn't feel anything. She walked towards the nearest house.

The woman moved her steps tremblingly, her whole body shaking.

When, when, when.

The woman's hands no longer obeyed her control, so she had no choice but to bang her head on the wooden door again and again.

"Is there anyone? Help me, please help me!"

An extremely weak voice came from the woman's mouth, but it was suppressed by the cold wind so that only she could hear it.

Dangdangdang...

The woman is still banging against the wooden door, this is her last hope.

inside the house.

"Old man, listen, is there any movement outside?"

On the earthen kang, the aunt who was over fifty years old heard the movement outside the yard and felt a little scared. She instinctively thought it was a thief, so she woke up the man next to her.

"What's the noise? It's probably caused by the wind. Go to sleep."

The man turned over and said with his eyes closed.

Dangdangdang...

"No, it's definitely not caused by the wind. Old man, get up quickly and go out to see if a thief comes to steal food!"

"Thief?"

As soon as the uncle heard about the grain stealing, he sat up in excitement and became more awake. He tilted his ears and listened attentively to what was going on outside.

Dangdangdang...

Now the old man also heard the noise.

"It's really not the wind that's blowing your mind. Just don't move in the room. I'll go out and take a look."

The uncle lifted up the quilt, pulled on his cotton-padded jacket and trousers, and put them on him. Even when he got up and got down, he didn't turn on the light. He groped in the dark in the room and picked up the sickle hanging on the wall from the outhouse.

Pulling the door bolt open, the uncle rushed out with a sickle in hand.

When I came outside the yard, I saw that the door of my granary was tightly closed and there was no movement, but the banging sound came from the other side of the yard door.

"Who!"

The old man shouted loudly at the gate, it was too dark, and he felt a little unsure.

The woman finally heard someone's voice, and she opened her mouth to respond, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't scream. The hoarse voice was too low in her mouth.

The woman had no choice but to continue banging her head against the door, again and again, but more quickly.

"Who is it?"

Seeing that the sound was getting louder, the old man lifted the sickle in his hand and put it against his chest, then walked cautiously towards the front door of his house.

"Who's outside? I'm telling you, if you're trying to scare people, leave quickly, or else I'll blame you for hugging you with a sickle later!"

The uncle shouted this while walking, not only to intimidate the unknown opponent, but also to embolden himself.

Seeing that the knocking outside the door continued, it was obvious that his words had no effect, so the old man quietly walked behind the door.

Through the gap between the wooden boards, the old man looked outside.

"Oh my God, where did this female ghost come from? This is, my old man has never done anything bad in his life. You must have gone to the wrong house. If you want to seek revenge, you should open your eyes and look at the door."

The old man only saw a woman wearing tattered single clothes, with black and purple bruises all over her face, standing outside the door of his house with disheveled hair, banging her head against the door of his house.

The old man was so frightened that his legs weakened and he collapsed directly to the ground.

The old man climbed up with difficulty, knelt on the ground, prayed to the gods, and began to recite the words quickly: "Hey, please open your eyes to all the gods. The grandpa who conferred the gods has a whip to avenge injustice.

If you go anywhere else, you will ruin your good popularity. If you have offerings to protect the family immortals at home, you will not be able to get close to the monsters and monsters..."

What the uncle recited was so sincere and heartfelt that he started singing as he recited it.

"Old man, what are you doing there? Why are you singing now?"

The aunt was also wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket at the moment and walked out of the house. She heard the old man singing and dancing to the master's music from a distance away.

"Old lady, don't come over here. There's a female ghost with disheveled hair standing outside this door. She's really scary. I'm asking God to scare her away."

The old man turned around and saw his wife and shouted hurriedly.

"Put me down, you still want to be caught, don't you? How long have you been, and you are still talking about feudal superstition?"

It's not that Aunt doesn't believe in this, it's just that she is an old man and she knows best that any invitation to gods is a trick.

The aunt came to the gate, stood behind the gate, and looked out through the crack in the door.

"Oh my god, who is this?"

The aunt was also startled by the woman's appearance, but the aunt instinctively did not think of it as a ghost. It was just that she had never seen this person before, so she was suddenly frightened.

"Hurry up and open the door. It's such a cold day. If this person stood outside our house all night, he wouldn't freeze to death."

The aunt quickly said something to the old man.

"Are you crazy?" the old man asked immediately.

The aunt said: "You are crazy! Your female ghost can be frozen and cry. It looks like she is in trouble. Please save others first."

After hearing this, the uncle hurriedly returned to the house, took out the door key, and opened the door.

The woman stood outside the door, trembling all over, and she could only make a mosquito-like sound: "Help me."

When the aunt saw the woman, she quickly said: "Old man, hurry up and carry this child out of the house. Why is this person so cold?"

"What a sin!"

Seeing the miserable look of the woman outside the door, the old man sighed and said something.

The old couple worked together to carry the almost frozen woman into the house and put her on the head of the earthen bed. They also took out a new quilt from the cabinet and covered the woman.

"Old man, hurry up and turn on the fire in the stove to make it burn louder. This child is very cold. He needs to get over quickly, otherwise, his hands and feet will be so choked that he can save his life."

"Okay, I'll go."

Stoves in Northeast China are not extinguished at night. Many people wet the coal surface with water, and then press the wet coal surface on top of the red-hot coal.
Chapter completed!