"The weakest?"
I don’t understand it, probably because I don’t have any clear concept or understanding of the gluttonous corpse. After all, since the birth of this thing, very few people have seen its true form. To a certain extent, I am considered "lucky" "son" right?
"Tomorrow morning we will go to the place where the cub is buried to check the situation. If there is really a problem with it, then we can take advantage of it! Then bring a rooster here and remember to seal the rooster's mouth on the way. Don't let it scream. Wait until you arrive at the cemetery at noon before letting it scream. It's best to bring a knife, a bowl and three sticks of incense. After burning the three sticks of incense at one time, kill the chicken to get its blood and drizzle the chicken's blood around the grave. One circle, hehe..."
Hearing her smile so sinisterly, I swallowed my saliva. No wonder the "ghost" has so many tricks up her sleeves? !
"But what to do with the blood talisman on the tombstone? It's too conspicuous, right? If everyone sees it tomorrow, there might be some trouble."
Just imagine, the couple died the next day, the woman's body was not buried yet, but such a strange scene happened in the husband's grave. How could it not make people feel frightened?
"The key to the blood talisman's energy lies in the blood. For the same talisman, the power of the talisman drawn on paper will be slightly inferior to it. Of course, it does not mean that just because of this reason, we must use blood to fight against the enemy. I will tell you the reason for this in detail when you start to learn the talisman. As for this evil-suppressing talisman, with your current state, you cannot achieve the function of 'blood disappears and qi remains'. As long as the blood talisman is erased. , which is equivalent to losing the evil-suppressing effect. When the gluttonous corpse absorbs and digests the ghost, it will immediately break the coffin."
She talked for a long time, and she had one idea. It was best to keep this talisman and not let others touch it, but it was so conspicuous, I was afraid that there would be some rumors in the village tomorrow.
"...I think you need to draw another evil charm. As for the one on the tombstone, I don't think you need to worry about it. If there is still someone watching us, whether it is that old woman or some other evil spirit, they will definitely interfere with or even destroy us. Action. Unless you stay here until dawn, this talisman will always be destroyed by someone with ulterior motives."
I pondered for a while, and what she said made sense. Now there was more than one old woman showing off, and there was also Zhang Tuo who couldn't figure out the details. It is always good to think of the worst case scenario when things happen. If they are all enemies, even if I have two fists, I may not be able to defeat them with four hands, especially now that I still don’t know who they are, so be careful with the Wannian Ship.
"Where is the painting?"
The next day.
Originally, the ghost girl said yesterday that she wanted me to take her to the place where the melons were buried in the middle of the night, but I insisted on going there after dawn, for nothing else, just out of pure fear.
Of course, this fear is not only due to the fear of Tie Tong, but also a concern for those who may be hiding in the dark to cause harm.
There is a small hill to the southwest of Dengxing Village. It was a barren mountain in the early years. Later, the village chief led everyone to open up wasteland and developed the land from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside to grow tea. The yield was actually pretty good. Those lands were used for a long time. It has been used as a tea planting area, but later it became a wasteland.
As for the land from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, it has always been uncultivated wasteland.
At that time, land reclamation was a very hard but valuable task. After the national land reform, land was decentralized to each village and each household. The property of the landlords was confiscated and distributed to farmers. Farmers were assigned farmland and cultivated land, and their lives were prosperous. The more time passes, the more hopeful I become.
As for the land allocated to village groups, involving large areas of wasteland, the commune encourages everyone to actively cultivate wasteland, and the reclaimed land belongs to individuals. Under the guidance of this policy, everyone's enthusiasm for production has been greatly mobilized. stand up.
labour is the honour.
At 7 o'clock in the morning, before the sun rose, my buddy had already set off, and his destination was the hill in the southwest.
"What is this place?"
"Doll's grave."
The old man in the village said that he didn’t know when the name stayed or who spread the word. During the initial land reclamation, everyone was waving hoes everywhere under the stars, slowly reclaiming the land in Dengxing Village, until they met Wawa. The strange things that happened in the tomb made the evil in this place spread more and more.
About fifty years ago, there were two men of my grandfather's generation. They lived in the southwest of the village and were close to the doll's grave, so they made an appointment to "develop" the hill first. "come out.
It went smoothly at first. The two of them, plus two or three others later, each relied on their own strength. How long and how far they could hold the hoe in their hands was really related to the land area in the future.
After working like this for less than three days, the area from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside that was originally overgrown with grass had been dug into yellow soil that could be planted. But the further up the mountain they went, the less land they could allocate. So the two men discussed and decided to quietly go up the mountain and work all night long to try to get as much land as possible.
After all, it has been said since ancient times that the first to get the moon is the one who is near the water or the tower.
Among the two men, one was married, and the other was still single. They had agreed to turn off the lights and go to bed at that time (the entertainment methods at that time were limited, and there was nothing to entertain at night, and they had to get up early to work in the morning. People generally go to bed early and turn off the lights and go to bed after about 9 o'clock.) They gathered together on the mountainside, but the man's wife, who was getting married that night, was so stubborn that she didn't want him to go out. Ahem, I don’t need to say more about why. Young couples are not like those older couples. How can they fall asleep with the lights out?
In this way, the man was dragged by his woman at home for half an hour, but the other man didn't wait for him all the time and rushed up to her with his hoe.
The man had already spotted the plot of land and the route during the day, and started working quickly under the moonlight at night. According to the story passed down by the old people, the man who went up the mountain first at that time dug up a soft thing just before digging up. He didn't pay much attention at the time, thinking it was some kind of rotten tree root, until he saw some kind of liquid continuously flowing out of the thing. Driven by curiosity, he got closer and picked it up to take a look, and almost missed it. Scared half to death!
That was actually a section of a child’s arm! Why is it a paragraph? It was cut off from the body by the man's hoe, and the gurgling liquid was blood!
The man was so frightened that his feet weakened. When he looked at the place where he dug out his arm, the soil was moving strangely! It seemed like something was about to come out.
With a pop, a hand that was so pale that it was bloodless and covered with soil suddenly stretched out and grasped it in front of him.
The man couldn't stand the fright and fear anymore, so he picked up the hoe and ran away. During this period, he looked back and saw a naked little kid picking up the severed arm he threw on the ground. The little kid looked up and saw a deep hole. He stared at the man with sunken eyes resentfully. The latter was frightened again, staggered and lost his hoe, but he didn't have the heart to pick it up again, so he just ran away.
"What happened next?"
The ghost girl seemed to be listening to the story my brother told me with great interest, and urged me to tell it further.
"Later, when the man was running down the mountain, he met another man who had just finished rolling with his wife and went up the mountain. The latter could not stop him. He only heard the man who was running for his life shouting in panic, asking him to run away together. road."
"Having sex on the bed? What does it mean to have sex?"
"Uh... this is about making love. In your day, would it be called 'sexual intercourse'?" My brother was also convinced. How could this girl use such sensitive words?
"Bah, obscene!"
I wasn't happy when I heard it. You wanted me to explain it to you, so why did you come to curse people instead?
"It's obscene, the saints have said it, food and sex are the same. Don't look at people through colored glasses."
She may not know what colored glasses are, but she must know that these words of her brother are definitely aimed at her.
"Ah~ you are a dead boy and you are pretending to be a master to educate my aunt? Your forehead is itchy again, right?"
"Tch, if it's itchy, I can just scratch it."
Every time I quarrel with her, my forehead will inevitably get bruised, so bear with it.
The two men ran down the mountain one after the other, and they didn't dare to talk until they reached the foot of the mountain.
The man who dug out the child's arm had already turned sallow from the previous frightening scene and the violent running. He could only breathe heavily and couldn't explain clearly what happened.
The man who arrived late only heard him saying intermittently some confusing words such as "There are ghosts, hell, broken hands", and did not have time to ask carefully. The man who led him to escape was facing them. He yelled in fear from the direction of going down the mountain, as if he saw something extremely terrifying, and ran away without looking back.
But when he turned back, he saw nothing. While he was confused, he also felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. This late at night, his brother's behavior as if he was running for his life made him, a rough man about 1.8 meters tall, feel a little hairy. He began to miss all the excitement he had with his woman in bed before, and when his heart became hot, he changed I thought about it and went home.
Therefore, the plan to open up wasteland all night was put on hold. It was not until the next morning, when the production team started to work, that the two men got together again and talked about what happened at night.
This strange incident did not spread at first, and the two people did not secretly go to the Doll's Grave again. They thought everything would go away like this, until the next night, someone saw the house of the man who encountered the strange incident was brightly lit all night. Through the window paper, I also saw a human-like shadow hanging in the air...
"What do you think happened next?"
I wanted to whet the appetite of the ghost girl. You know, although my eloquence is not very good, telling these stories can still create a sufficient atmosphere! Who knew that this girl snorted with disdain and said:
"Generally speaking, the only outcome for provoking evil spirits is death. At best, the severity of the death may vary."
I smacked my tongue, "When the man was found, he had already expired, but his death was strange. He was hanged, with extreme fear and despair on his face. His left forearm was cut off, and something was thrown under the body. He was holding a hoe with a bloody hoe, but his forearm was missing from the entire room. Of course, given the criminal investigation conditions at the time, it was extremely difficult to solve the case. There were no clues left by the prisoner at the scene, so the case became Cold case.”
This incident was once considered a supernatural event, and coupled with another man who was familiar with the deceased heard about the strange things that happened to the deceased, Doll's Tomb has since been gradually exaggerated into a sinister place.
Of course, when the barren mountain of Douban was being reclaimed, there was more than just one weird and evil thing that happened, but this one was the most famous, and the progress of the reclamation had been limited to the mountainside by various bizarre events. Regardless of whether the villagers, men or women, old or young, had to dig a hoe into the land above the old pine tree on the mountainside, they would definitely be troubled by all kinds of inexplicable and strange things. Some people even went to dig the ground at noon without believing in evil, and they had only been digging for less than a few minutes. , so he cut off the entire sole of his foot...
But strangely enough, the pine tree on the hillside of Wawafen is like a dividing line, reminding the villagers not to cross the line easily. But later, some people have made various attempts. As long as the land is not disturbed, it is still possible to do other things on it. of.
But the villagers who had been brainwashed by various strange events and had witnessed so many bloody lessons would never think about attacking this small mountain for a small profit. So, later, everyone simply returned the land below the mountainside, planted some trees and weeds, and turned Doll's Tomb into the original barren hill. However, since then, I don't know who raised the barren hill. The idea turned out to be a centralized burial place for children who died in the village, becoming a veritable "baby grave".
Agua from Wang's secretary's family was buried alive here by Hu Feng. Calculating the distance, it was in line with Gui Yatou's statement that he was "within fifteen miles of his biological father's life circle."
You may have asked, but the dead are generally not buried at the foot of mountains, especially in rural areas like ours where funeral customs are relatively complicated. Burials are often chosen in places with a certain geographical height such as mountains, ridges, and hills. Generally, No one would build a tomb in a low-lying area or at the foot of a mountain.
But children are always different from adults. In Dengxing Village, and even in other remote mountainous areas in China, funerals not only differentiate between children and adults, but also differentiate between genders.
In Dengxing Village, children who die in infancy or under minors are not allowed to be buried in coffins. In other words, people who die before adulthood cannot be buried in coffins according to normal customs, or even buried in coffins. Someone made coffins for them (although now we are vigorously advocating changing customs, rationalizing and simplifying funerals, and vigorously advocating cremation, the deep-rooted ideological seed of burial in the grave cannot be eliminated in the hearts of any generation).
Then the final destination of these big and small children is the doll grave.
Dengxing Village calls those children who die due to accidents or illness before adulthood "dead children", and the death of children is the most taboo among the villagers.
You have seen in TV dramas that after death, people are wrapped in straw mats and thrown into the wilderness. This is also true in reality, and some of them don't even have straw mats.
Not everyone can die a dignified death.
