Those people stood on the other side.
Standing on the other side of where they were supposed to go.
Torches burned in the dark night, and the moonlight fell on the rippling river.
The dancing firelight reflected the expressions of the people around them, with sneers, ridicules, and cold looks. They stood calmly on the bank and looked at the river water, as if they were watching a clown show performed by ants with great effort.
They easily stood on the other side of the river they had tried so hard to reach, blocking all their paths.
In this way, the other side, which symbolizes freedom and life, also becomes ironic.
The girl no longer knew whether she should continue forward and swim to the net on the other side in a ridiculous and pathetic way, or turn back and return to the original abyss.
There was no way for her to go forward or backward.
The girl gave up her struggle in despair and allowed the river water to sink into her head.
But her arm was held tightly by the person next to her, and someone tried to rescue her. The girl turned her head and saw the boy who was holding her breath and pulling her hard with little strength.
But he was only a little boy of eight or nine years old, and he had no strength to pull the girl out of the water.
And because he is a young boy, he may not yet know what kind of retaliation they will receive in the future for their escape.
But the girl reacted suddenly.
She surfaced, and before she could say anything, her messy hair was pulled tightly by a big hand!
"ah!"
The merciless strength made her scalp tingle, and she only had time to scream.
Two men who came down from the river dragged her, one pulled her hair, choked her neck and forced her to raise her head, while the other restrained her hands that were scratching randomly and pulled her to swim to the other side.
The girl struggled hard, but her movements were like pebbles falling to the bottom of the water, without any power.
She was still resisting, looking at the water out of the corner of her eye.
Under the moonlight, she could only see two hands flapping in the middle of the river in an unorganized manner. Her little head sometimes emerged from the water and sometimes sank. The water splashed everywhere, and the ripples from the vortex lightly hit her body.
"save…!"
"Hurry...save..."
The girl who was being strangled tried to say something.
But the two men didn't make any move, and the people on the shore still looked on with cold eyes. The fire-colored light reflected on their faces, and they only showed a gloomy and dark picture.
She was dragged ashore and dropped like a dead dog.
The girl, who was finally free of the shackles, covered her neck and coughed a few times, but when she turned her head and saw the rippling river water gradually subsided, she hurriedly rushed towards it.
Then she was pulled back by the two people beside her.
"Help!"
"Hurry up and save people!"
"Tie Zhu is still in the river... He is still a child, he doesn't understand these things at all!"
"Go and save him quickly!"
"Please..."
After the girl tried twice but was pulled back, she knelt on the ground in a panic, pulling on the man's clothes and begging hard.
"Get away!"
The man kicked her away, spat viciously, and said while wiping the water stains on his clothes: "It's because your restless things disturbed everyone's peace, and you actually dared to burn down the ancestral hall. You deserve it!"
The girl lay on the ground, her eyes blank, watching the river gradually calm down.
She suddenly felt a depression growing in her heart.
This anger suppressed fear and despair, burning her emotions like a prairie fire!
"Ahhh——!"
The girl rushed towards the man, scratched his face with her sharp nails, and used her whole life's strength to leave blood marks on his face!
The sudden madness of the girl caught everyone around her off guard, but when she was about to pick her eyes out, several people nearby reacted and held her down.
"Trickster!"
"Gang!"
"You are all evil spirits!"
"Don't die a good death!"
The girl screamed at the top of her voice, struggled like crazy, and used her instinct to attack everyone around her, until someone picked up a stone on the ground and hit her head hard.
The girl's voice stopped and she fell to the ground silently.
The man holding the stone suddenly became embarrassed: "No... He's not dead, is he?"
Someone immediately went to check for breath, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm not dead! Really, why did you act so lightly? What if it's broken?"
If the person is fine, he can continue to hand it over to the Wang family.
The group of people lifted the girl on the ground and turned around to walk back. The torch burning at night was like a long dragon and like a continuous red makeup.
The riverside became quiet.
This night, for some reason there was no chirping of insects or birds, the dead silence made people feel empty and confused, and even the moonlight became bleak.
…
What happened after that has been seen.
Both of her attempts to escape ended in failure. Layers of despair piled up in her heart, making her unable to breathe.
The girl was put back into red clothes, escorted into a wedding hall hung with white silk curtains, and forced to marry the corpse that had been dead for more than half a month.
Finally, she and the ridiculous groom were sealed in a coffin and carried to the back mountain cemetery for burial.
She died suffocated by pain and darkness.
All the people who were good to her were dead, but those devils who did all kinds of evil were still happily living in this world. Her heart was filled with hatred and resentment in the darkness.
She really hates it!
She was still shouting and cursing at the top of her lungs before she died.
The person who shoveled the last handful of soil hurriedly left the cemetery, covering his ears and letting the ghost-like screams stay behind.
It was only a few days later.
The villagers of Guihua Village forgot about that incident.
They work at sunrise and rest as usual. The sun is shining brightly and the moonlight is melting. The quiet and comfortable Osmanthus fragrans village is like a paradise.
But the next year.
July and a half.
At night, when the ghost gate is wide open, the gloomy atmosphere is extremely heavy, and the unseen red resentment presses down from the sky, shrouding the entire Osmanthus Village in a heart-stopping red mist.
That night someone heard screams coming from somewhere.
The next day, the head of the Wang family and his wife died tragically in the house. The tragedy was horrifying!
The villagers didn't know who did it.
Until the second or third day...
Those who died were all members of the Wang family. Finally, someone recalled what happened back then and speculated whether the evil ghost was taking revenge.
The third day.
The villagers came to the cemetery in Beishan with axes, picks and shovels, and were about to lift the tomb. However, a strong wind suddenly blew up, flying sand and rocks, and the man walking in front bled to death.
After that, no one dared to come forward.
The Wang family tried their best to invite several monks and Taoist priests, but they all returned with the words "deep resentment".
Worshiping gods, begging for mercy, making offerings...the Wang family tried all methods.
The third year.
The fog remains.
Some villagers in Guihua Village began to pack their bags and planned to leave this place. However, just like the Wang family could not leave, no villager in Guihua Village could leave this place.
They cannot leave the hometown where they were born and raised, and they receive revenge that goes deep into their bones every year!
This year, a small sweet-scented osmanthus tree suddenly grew in the yard of every household.
But no one cares.
No one thinks there is anything wrong with having that tree growing in every house.
It's like subconsciously avoiding this problem.
In the fourth year, the saplings take strips.
Year after year, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree gradually grew into a towering tree. Every summer, small white flowers floated in the wind throughout the sweet-scented osmanthus village, and the fragrance of the flowers overflowed, like a dream.
As time goes by, the spirit of the villagers in Osmanthus Village gradually declines with the passage of time.
There was no smile on everyone's face anymore, they became rigid and stiff, like a walking zombie without self.
It was like a huge mountain was pressing on their backs.
Out of breath.
I couldn't bring myself to take a breath.
…
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
I got stuck at the end.
sad.
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