The small temple, which had lost its original color and had lost its doors and windows, stood in front of us. The five ghosts could only guard the door outside to ensure that we would not be attacked by outsiders.
The darkness inside was even worse, almost to the point where you couldn't even see your fingers.
We have already arrived at the door of the house, and we should have been alarmed long ago. There was such a big movement outside just now. If the people inside wanted to take care of it, there should have been some movement long ago.
Lang Hongyi and I pulled out the wolf-eye flashlights strapped to our waists, and in tacit agreement, one of us shined the light at our feet, and the other fired forward, illuminating the environment inside and around us.
The soil in front of the door must have poured down inward when the mudslide disaster struck, naturally forming a gentle slope that was not too steep.
We walked quite smoothly, except that we had to lower our heads and bend when entering the temple gate, otherwise I would definitely hit my head at a height of about 1.7 meters, and even more so for Lang Hongyi, who was 1.9 meters tall.
The moment we bent down and raised this distance, I felt something scratch the back of my neck. It was cold, hard, and pointed.
At this time, Lang Hongyi also came in behind me, and I turned around fiercely. The flashlight that was shining forward moved to the inside of the door frame with my body movement.
What I saw caused three of my souls to leave my body and five to rise to heaven. I reflexively grabbed Lang Hongyi, who was standing by the door and looked at me, and quickly retreated inside.
I stumbled on something behind my feet. My eyes stared at the thing that scared me in horror, and I was about to fall to the ground.
Lang Hongyi also moved quickly. When he turned his head and looked in the direction I was staring at, he stretched out his arm next to mine, grabbed the arm holding the inner world, and pulled hard in the opposite direction.
My body is crumbling.
He also successfully led me to avoid the thing behind me that almost tripped me. It was a wooden worship mat with a high front and low back for kneeling.
And Lang Hongyi's grip on my fingers tightened violently, and I was so frightened that I shouted, "Fuck, it's so explosive when I walk in!"
Because under the beam of the flashlight just now, Lang Hongyi and I clearly saw that just above the door frame where we came in, there was a human body with a neck in a noose hanging from the thick beam, with long hair hanging around the neck.
The female body was hung to one side with its limbs weak and hanging down.
She was wearing a plain-colored dress that was only worn by wealthy ladies in the late Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China. The pair of small feet exposed outside the skirt still looked like three-inch golden lotuses.
At this time, I had no doubt that what touched the back of my neck was definitely those little rice dumpling-shaped feet that could be used as awls.
What makes our scalps explode now, and what makes us almost scream out in surprise is not because of this, but when we stabilize our bodies and want to focus our eyes on her face.
This female corpse is moving!
In the quiet environment, I could clearly hear the stiff squelching sound coming from her neck as she tried to remove the noose, and her long hair swayed with her movements. This movement was very slow and stiff.
But in our eyes, it's like a four-frame comic, changing the angle one frame at a time.
But the next moment, the female body and the rope disappeared, and they moved out of the range of our flashlight at an extremely fast speed.
Another point is that she is always in a suspended state!
It was such a weird scene that made us all feel our scalps numb, our hearts beating faster, and the screams stuck in our throats almost rushing out of our mouths.
I didn't hesitate and quickly moved my flashlight in the small space of the small temple, trying to find where she had gone.
Could it be that he had changed places and continued to hang on to himself, when a woman's sinister and malicious chuckle appeared in his ears, sometimes distant and sometimes near.
And when I finally turned the angle again, facing away from the hazy moonlight outside the temple door, and facing the inside of the temple, a figure suddenly appeared, dressed in red, sitting high up, and wearing a red hijab and broke in.
eye.
"Ah..." I was frightened and couldn't help shouting. Lang Hongyi never let go of my hand, which prevented me from letting go and reflexively throwing away the world inside!
"It's okay, it's a sculpture."
Lang Hongyi spoke, and at the same time his flashlight swept over the exposed hands of the red stone statue. Only then did I realize that it was a stone sculpture sitting on a high platform in a sitting posture. In front of the platform
It was a long altar table with one leg rotted off.
The plates, incense burners, and some simple ritual objects that were previously worshiped all rolled down on the ground nearby. The small temple was covered with cobwebs everywhere and the dust was thick, but only the color of the clothes on the stone statue looked like new.
, bright red and dazzling.
The interior of this small temple was almost unobstructed. The woman's chuckle had disappeared. I lowered my head to see if there were any human footprints on the dust on the ground.
"Sanman!"
"Huh?" I thought it was Lang Hongyi who noticed and called me, but the next moment I felt something was wrong because it was not Lang Hongyi's voice.
The ending sound was very long, with a hint of insubstantiality, making it unreal and unreal, and... it was not the sound that should have appeared at such a distance from Lang Hongyi, who was standing next to me. The cry was far away from me.
distance.
I raised my head, and in front of me was the door of my house that I was very familiar with. Grandpa was standing at the gate with his waist bent, smiling and waving to me just like he did when I was in school.
"Sanman... run slowly. This little girl is in a hurry every day. She's already home. Why are you so anxious?"
"Grandpa, I'm exhausted today. I'm also hungry. Is the food cooked?"
Standing in front of my grandpa, I took hold of his calloused and rough palms again. The warm feeling made me very happy. My height seemed to have shrunk, but this change seemed normal.
For a long time, I looked up at my grandfather who always smiled kindly and dotingly from this angle, watching him lower his head to me, caressing the top of his head, and helping me tidy up my short hair that was soaked in sweat.
"Okay, okay, today grandpa made you your favorite scallion egg pancake, and asked you to eat as much as you can."
This is my favorite food. My grandpa and I walked into the main room arm in arm and sat on the edge of the stove.
I don't know why, but I always feel that the steps at the door of the main hall have become higher today. It was my grandpa who pulled me so that I could walk in smoothly.
The golden egg pancakes on the plate were dotted with green scallions, which made my stomach growl louder. I reached out and grabbed one and tried to stuff it into my mouth.
But my hand was held by my grandfather. He held the small wine glass and took a sip. He took out a big chicken drumstick from somewhere and stuffed it into my other hand.
You must know that when I was a child, my grandfather's life was not considered wealthy. This chicken thigh was a delicacy that I could only eat every New Year, festival or birthday.
I immediately opened my mouth and wanted to bite it, but my grandfather grabbed my hand and stopped me.
He shook his head helplessly with a smile, and said to me gently, "Sanman, you are not thirsty. Drink the rice soup first. Grandpa left all the rice oil for you, which is your favorite. So drink the rice first."
Only when I drink the oil can my three vines grow taller."
Now, with chicken drumsticks in one hand and egg pancakes in the other, when I wanted to drink rice soup, I could only lean over to the bowl next to the pot and sip it. Suddenly, an extreme thirst came over my throat, causing me to unconsciously lick my lower lips.