Some people in the village disappeared, no one could see ghosts, but everyone felt the oppressive atmosphere in the village.
After a while, bones appeared in front of many people's homes in the village.
The sudden appearance of bones is considered an ominous sign, and those who "receive" the bones will choose to burn them in the hope of driving away bad luck.
But until one day, a piercing scream sounded in the early morning, "This is it! This is, yes..." A woman only glanced at the bones, then collapsed to the ground, covering her face and sobbing, unable to speak anymore.
Come.
Many people in the village gathered around, "What's wrong? You have this thing at your door?"
"Burn it quickly!"
"Yeah, this thing is bad luck, why do you still look at it?"
Voices of persuasion sounded one after another. They were obviously words of concern, but they made the woman feel cold in her heart.
"Yes Yes Yes……"
She was trembling, but she couldn't say anything.
"What's wrong?"
"What on earth are you going to say?"
Finally, someone couldn't stand the woman's hesitation, took a flint and said, "I'll take some for you, don't be afraid."
Seeing that the man was about to move the corpse, the woman's reaction instantly became louder, "Yes, it's Xiaohu, yes, it's him..."
The flint in his hand fell to the ground, and there was silence for a moment.
Little tiger?
That is the woman's son.
A few brave people stepped forward, looked at the corpse's hands, and whispered: "It's really the same. When Xiaohu made a sound, there was no middle finger on his right hand. Many people know..."
"Yeah, and look at that foot. Didn't he break it last time when he came back from the river? He's been recuperating these days."
"Yes, why is it Xiaohu?"
"And he just threw it in front of her door."
"Oh, who can bear this?"
"It's been very unlucky in the village recently. My husband went to the mountains the day before yesterday and he hasn't come back yet."
"I asked, if anyone in your family has not come back, have they all received bones at the door?" A trembling voice sounded, causing the villagers to suddenly come back to their senses.
People come in and out of the village, and there are mountains nearby. There are always people who leave for a few days and do not come back. The river is fast and children have been lost. So although some people are missing, by chance, no one will associate it with the skeleton at the door.
.
After all, some people have come back.
But most people didn't come back.
For those who didn't come back, maybe within two or three days, or four or five days, there would be these human bones at the door.
The villagers had a feeling of clearing away the fog, but behind the fog was not a road, but a pitch-black abyss that preyed on people.
"Yes, what ate them? Did some wild beast come down? Let's go up the mountain to investigate tomorrow... and kill it." A man said, as if the beast could be eliminated and everyone would be safe.
Can a wild beast eat a person so cleanly?
Will he spit out his bones at every door?
This is a question in everyone's mind, but no one has said it out loud.
The man whose flint fell to the ground suddenly let out a cry, "That bone is my child. When I think about it, it really looks like, really looks like..."
He hid his face, unable to accept this at all.
At that time, he only thought that the inexplicable appearance of the skeleton was very ominous, so he poured a pot of dog blood on it and then burned it. However, he did not expect that it was his most beloved daughter. She was only five years old and would say "
The little girl who misses her daddy.
Everyone who has received a skeleton feels as if they have fallen into an ice cellar and been shrouded in biting coldness.
"It's not a beast..." The lady who was kneeling on the ground cried: "When the little tiger disappeared, I was also at home. I was cooking. To go to the little tiger's house, you have to pass through my... It is impossible not to know that a wild beast is coming, and the window paper is also
It's not broken... I thought he was not happy to recuperate and secretly climbed out of the window to play. If a wild beast would not close the window..."
"what is that?"
"It must have been done by someone! This was intentional!" shouted a villager who had never lost anyone in his family, with obvious fear in his eyes.
He also has a family and he also wants to live.
Fear spread, and people in the village gradually gathered. Finally, everyone decided to go to the village chief to discuss the matter.
There were not many people in this mortal village to begin with. Some families only had one person left, and some families only had one person left. A large crowd gathered in the village chief's courtyard.
"Why don't you call the daughter of the Zhao family?" A middle-aged man asked. Although he didn't like those outsiders, he saw them as pitiful and helped him a few times. Now the rice that Zhao Lingyan's family eats comes from
He exchanged it there.
"They are guilty and deserve to die."
"Are you stupid? Let them die first if you want to die." This was what Fang Tong said.
The middle-aged man scratched his head and stopped talking.
When they arrived at the village chief's house, several people talked about what they had discovered, but they found that the village chief had taken out a piece of paper with a personal name written on it in black charcoal, "These are dead people."
people."
Then he took out another picture and said, "These are the locations of their houses."
"What's wrong? Does their family have bad feng shui?" someone whispered.
The surrounding atmosphere gradually became solemn. The man realized something was wrong, closed his mouth, looked at the picture carefully, and finally understood the problem.
The houses of these people are all near Zhao Lingyan's home.
Fang Tong's expression changed slightly, as if he remembered some of the words his son had said to him, and then thought about the location of his house, before taking a deep breath.
But the next moment, a middle-aged man who had been staring at the painting turned around and ran out. He was the one who just asked if he wanted to call Zhao Lingyan, and he was also the one who exchanged rice for the Zhao family.
When he was looking at the picture just now, he discovered something that made him shiver.
The houses closest to the Zhao family have all lost people. My own house is not that close, but if we exclude the houses where people have died, the closest one is my own house.
Today he came to see the village chief and left his wife who was pregnant with a child at home.
don't want.
He ran back home almost like crazy. The doors and windows were closed, but when he opened the door to the back room, his sleeping wife was nowhere to be seen.
The man's hands began to tremble.
The others also looked at the picture drawn by the village chief like him. After thinking about it carefully in astonishment, they also understood the reason why he suddenly ran away. Several people followed him to his house, but they all fell silent.
It's really gone.
The middle-aged man stayed there for a while, then came to his senses and ran out again.
"Old Zhou, where are you going?" someone from behind shouted in confusion.
"Hey, that's not the Zhao family's thatched cottage..."
When several people arrived, the man named Lao Zhou was kneeling in front of Zhao Lingyan. Although Zhao Lingyan was standing, his small face was pale.
"Uncle Zhou, I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean."
The middle-aged man had already shed tears, "Please let them go. I even changed rice for your family. Please let them go. Our family has never done anything sorry to you!"
Zhao Lingyan's heart felt a little cold. She knew that people were always missing in the village recently, but she did not expect such a scene.
She remembered that Uncle Zhou's wife was a very gentle woman. The last time she went to exchange rice, she greeted her with a smile. Although this was nothing, in this village, there were really many people who were willing to smile with them.
Too little.
She doesn't want anything to happen to her or her baby.
"Everyone around your family is gone. After they are gone, they are just bones. If only the bones are left, come back. I am the next one. She has been lost. Is she still alive? Can you give me back, Lingyan, I beg you?"
Please, I beg you, I beg you."
The middle-aged man named Zhou knelt on the ground and begged repeatedly.
The little girl stood in front of him, her legs felt a little weak, as if a huge storm was brewing, and she was deeply trapped in it, with no way out. This chapter has been completed!