The second uncle's steps were very brisk, and he crossed the stone bridge in a short while.
Although he was leading the way, I was still very scared.
The thick fog on the stone bridge is deeper than when I came out, and the air is cold and humid. Walking on it makes my legs feel weak.
Seeing that I was so scared, my second uncle stopped, grabbed my arm with his hand, pointed to the pool of blood left on the stone bridge, and asked where it came from?
I took a closer look and found a large pool of blood where my grandfather had stood before, and there were many messy bloody footprints nearby.
This blood was most likely left by the Grand Duke.
My eyes began to moisten again, and I squatted by the bridge and choked quietly.
If it weren't for me, Grandpa wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
"Woooo..."
Unexpectedly, as soon as I cried, more and more cries echoed under the stone bridge. At first I thought they were echoes, but gradually I felt that I didn't want to, because these cries were much more miserable than my sobs, extremely resentful and sad. , so eerie that it makes one’s scalp numb.
The crying echoed not only in one place, but I looked down at the river under the bridge and found more and more crying, rising and falling with the flow of the river.
Moreover, there are a large number of white paper boats floating under the bridge. There are many little people cut out of white paper standing on the paper boats, which look like they are alive. These paper people are big and small, including old people and village women. And the kids...
My face began to cramp, I jumped up in fright, and wanted to hide behind my second uncle.
The second uncle snorted coldly and said that the paper figures were just a little trick to seduce people, so don't worry about them.
After saying that, he took my hand and strode to the bottom of the bridge.
While following my uncle's footsteps, I looked back at the paper people and boats floating in the river. I don't know why, but I always felt that they were all alive. They all had empty and numb eyes, staring straight at them. The direction I left.
After crossing the river, the cries gradually disappeared, and I felt so weak that I remembered to ask my second uncle,
"Those paper figures..."
"It's a sorcery used to capture souls. The person who set up the formation is not only targeting you, but also the entire villagers of Zhoujiagou."
The second uncle didn't look back and explained coldly, "With those paper figures there, the villagers will have no way to cross the stone bridge, otherwise their souls will be taken away by the corresponding paper figures, and they will become real dead people."
His tone was terrifying, and every word he spoke frightened me so much that my face twitched.
How could there be such a harmful magic in the world? What kind of person is this person who is hiding behind the scenes?
Under the leadership of my second uncle, I followed him into the village again. The village was extremely quiet, so quiet that there was only an eerie silence.
This is no longer the Zhoujiagou I am familiar with. In the past, the village was very lively, especially the canteen at the entrance of the village. There were always villagers playing cards in groups. The three aunts and six aunts in the village also especially liked to join in the fun. They got together and chatted about the Zhang family and the Li family.
But now Zhoujiagou is completely shrouded in heavy fog, and you can't even hear the barking of dogs.
I was very confused and whispered, "Where have all the people in the village gone? Could they have been..."
"That's not the case."
The second uncle interrupted me and took a deep look in the direction of the village chief's house. "There are so many strange things happening in the village. As long as the villagers are not stupid, they will definitely be aware of the seriousness of the matter. They will probably all run to the village chief's house." .”
Right.
I nodded blankly and continued to follow my second uncle's footsteps.
As we walked, we passed through the place where the thickest fog was, and soon we arrived at my house again.
It's just that this home has long ceased to feel like home.
As soon as I stepped into the yard, I was so frightened by the scene in front of me that I gasped.
There were more coffins placed in the yard.
Five large scarlet blood coffins were placed side by side in the middle of the yard, with their heads facing inward, facing the main room of my house.
There are four portraits neatly placed in front of the coffin. From left to right, they are grandma, my dad, third uncle and third aunt...
Only the fifth coffin was empty, and there was no portrait on it yet. I walked up numbly and found that the fifth coffin was obviously smaller than the previous four.
If I guess correctly, this last coffin should belong to me.
Thinking of this, my heart became numb, and the real heart palpitations pressed on my lungs, making it impossible for me to breathe.
The second uncle stood coldly at the door, squinting his eyes and observing the five large blood coffins from left to right. His eyes kept flickering, with something vaguely beating, and his emotions were a bit complicated.
It can be seen that the second uncle does not have deep feelings for the Zhou family. Looking at the family's coffins, his mood did not change much. He just counted the number of coffins, and gradually frowned again and murmured to himself. Saying,
"Why are there only five blood coffins, and one is missing? Where did they go?"
The wind was so loud that I couldn't hear clearly. I looked up blankly and said, "Second uncle, what did you say?"
He tightened his throat and said that the coffin seemed to be missing one.
I looked puzzled. From left to right, there were grandma, my father, my third uncle and my third aunt, plus me. There were obviously five people. They could fit exactly five coffins. How could there be one missing?
The second uncle looked at me deeply and said, "There is also your mother's coffin. Don't forget, she is also a member of the Zhou family."
I said in frustration, "My mother died three years ago. Her coffin should be in the back hill."
The second uncle didn't say anything, just shook his head, and suddenly pushed my shoulder gently, "Let's go, take me to see your mother's coffin!"
I didn't quite understand what my second uncle meant, so I turned my head to look at his serious face that looked like a stone sculpture. I didn't dare to ask any more questions, so I nodded and took him towards the back mountain.
The fog in the back mountain is also very thick. I still remember the last time I accompanied my grandfather here. My heart was beating very hard, fearing that something terrible would suddenly pop out before the thick fog cleared.
However, when I took my second uncle with me and came to my mother's grave again, I was completely shocked by what I saw.
My mother's grave was empty. Not only was the tombstone gone, but even the coffin that was supposed to be buried underneath was gone, leaving only an empty pit.
"Who did this!"
The anger in my heart suddenly rose, and I rushed forward desperately. With confused eyes, I knelt down in front of the empty grave, inserted my hands into the soft soil, and bit my lip until it bled.
What kind of evil did my mother commit? Her family treated her like this during her lifetime. She will not even be able to live in peace after death, and her grave will be dug up!
I really hate it, I hate that I am useless, I can't even hold my mother's coffin, so that she can't rest in peace after her death.
The second uncle also walked up quickly, frowned and swept over the grave, and said in a deep voice,
"Your mother's coffin must have been dug up not long ago. There are still many drag marks on the soil on the grave. Zhou Xuan, think about it carefully. Who is the most likely person to dig up your mother's coffin?"
My mind went blank and I couldn't think anymore.
It stands to reason that the person in the family who hates my mother the most is my grandma, but my grandma is already dead, including my father, third uncle and three aunt, they all died suddenly one after another.
My mother never had any grudge against anyone in the village. Who would be so cruel as to dig up her coffin?
The second uncle rubbed his chin and said, "Actually, the person who dug up your mother's coffin may not have had bad intentions. Instead, he might have done it to protect your mother's body."
How to say?
I suddenly raised my head and looked at my second uncle. He opened his mouth and was about to answer me when his expression suddenly changed. He pointed at a figure at the end of the village and shouted,
"There's someone nearby, who is it?"
