On the rugged mountain road at night, an old man led several young people as they walked up the mountain with a flashlight.
The young people said in dialect: "Uncle, don't be angry. There has been a lot of trouble recently. Zhang Long, who used to be with us, suddenly had an accident. Now we can't buy any sacrifices with money!"
"Something happened to Zhang Long, where is his father?"
"Gou Boy, haven't you watched the news? His father Zhang Hui also had an incident with Caiyun. It's so evil!"
"This thief! He raises our prices every year. He deserves to be in trouble!"
"Uncle Zhi Lin, how about——"
Suddenly, the old man walking at the front of the team turned around and looked at the young man behind him who had just called him "Uncle Zhi Lin."
Although his face was wrinkled, there was a sinister look in his eyes, and there was a blood-stained sickle hanging on his waist. So when he turned around, the young men behind him all trembled and stopped.
"Didn't your parents teach you not to call people by their names when walking on this road at night?"
"Unless that person runs up to you, don't answer when he calls your name, don't turn around when he pats you on the shoulder! I'm not teaching you a lesson, I'm teaching you how to save your life!"
The young man immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes, I'm sorry! I didn't think of it for a moment!"
The old man stared at the young man with fierce eyes for a long time, until the young man trembled all over.
He turned back to look at the others, "There are only about ten families left in the village now. You are all young people in the village. If something happens to the Zhang family, you won't be able to find a sacrifice?"
While he was talking, the flashlight light in the old man's hand hit the faces of several young people one by one. Everyone he illuminated lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word!
The old man said coldly: "I tell you, for the past three years, our Qianzhi Village has used fake things to fool us in the village festival. This time we must use the real thing!"
"You know what your life has been like these past three years!"
"Do you want to live the same life as three years ago? My mother-in-law came to your door and dug up the golden lumps in the ground!"
"Now? Don't say it's a mother-in-law. Any wild dog running past the village entrance is definitely a male. Now I see the sows in Ergou's house and they have pretty features!"
"If I want to live like the old days, when I can't buy sacrifices, I'll steal, cheat, or rob!"
"This is the way the world is, there will be no pie in the sky! Everything needs to be striven for by ourselves!"
"After three days, the village festival can't produce any sacrifices. I will choose one of you as a sacrifice!"
After saying that, the old man turned around and walked back to the front of the team. Behind him, the young people were trembling with their heads down, not daring to make a sound.
The group of people had not gone far when suddenly, a shout rang out in the thick night behind them: "Uncle Zhilin! Uncle Zhilin!"
The old man walked forward as if he didn't hear anything, as did the young people behind him.
Brisk footsteps sounded from behind everyone, "Uncle Zhilin! Good thing!"
"This voice sounds like it's Naoyoung?"
Several young people paused for a moment, but seeing that the old man was still walking forward with his head downcast, they could only continue to follow.
Soon, the footsteps coming from behind in the night got closer and closer, "Wait for me! Zhiqiao, Zhiyang!"
A young man who looked the smallest in the team instinctively wanted to turn around, but at this time, "Don't look back!"
An extremely ferocious cold shout sounded from the front of the team, almost scaring the young man's soul away!
"Yes Yes!"
The young man said tremblingly, then lowered his head and walked forward silently.
Several people quickened their pace and walked for a while, and the footsteps behind them also sped up.
Finally, after a while, the footsteps sounded behind the last person among the people.
"Snapped!"
Zhiqiao felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, "Zhiqiao! Why are you ignoring me?!"
The young man named Zhiqiao kept the old man's words in mind and walked forward without looking back or answering.
Then, he noticed a black shadow that seemed to be holding something passing by him, and slapped Zhiyang in front of him on the shoulder with a "snap", "Zhiyang!"
Zhiyang didn't respond or look back, he lowered his head and walked forward.
The black shadow continued to move forward, patting several people on the shoulders along the way and calling everyone's name at the same time.
At this point, these people can already confirm that there is something wrong with the black shadow.
I couldn't see the specific appearance of the black figure clearly in the night. It sounded a bit like Nao Ying, a young man from the same village. However, if it was really Nao Ying...
How could he do something so taboo in the village on this mountain road?
Thinking of this, all the young people began to tremble.
At this time, the black figure also ran to the front of the team, and slapped the old man on the shoulder!
"Uncle Zhilin, I found the sacrifice!"
As a familiar voice sounded, there was a frightened child's voice: "W-where is this?"
As soon as he heard this voice, the old man trembled all over, "Where, where?!"
He turned around immediately!
Suddenly, the old man saw a young man from his village holding a little boy and looking at him!
The old man immediately laughed, "Hahaha! Naoyoung? You did it beautifully this time!"
At this time, the young people raised their heads and looked at the black figure, and saw that it was indeed a young man from their own village.
But the man's face seemed a little ugly. He handed the little boy in his arms to the old man and said, "Uncle Clan, here you go!"
"I have to go down the mountain first!"
The old man frowned and said, "We're just at the entrance of the village. What's going on?"
"The mountain road is too narrow and I can't get on the bus. My parents are still waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain!"
"What about the village festival in three days?"
"Uncle, don't worry! Our whole family will definitely come to the village festival! Just don't turn us away then!"
"What did you say?! How could that happen?!"
"Okay! Uncle Clan, shall I take the first step? We'll see you in a few days!"
"Well, see you in a few days!"
"Uncle clan..."
"Huh? What do you want to say?"
"Nothing, see you in a few days!"
After saying that, the man turned around and ran into the mountain road under the thick night behind him, and soon disappeared.
The old man holding the boy looked at the dark mountain road and frowned: "You don't even need a flashlight. It's so dark. What are you going to do if you run into a ditch?"
After saying that, he looked at the little boy he was holding, "Little guy, hehe..."
The boy grinned at him, as if he was looking at something very novel.
Ding ding ding——
At this time, the old man's cell phone rang.
But the old man did not pick it up. He was reluctant to part with the sacrifice in his hands.
It wasn't until the cell phone rang for a long time that the old man impatiently held the boy in one hand and took out his cell phone to answer the call.
"Hello? Where are you?"
"Hello, City Traffic Police Team, are you Zhi Lin, the village manager of Qianzhi Village?"
"What's the matter with you?"
"That's right, there is a man named Zhiying from your village. About two hours ago, his car had an accident on the road down the mountain."
"Unfortunately, his condition is quite serious and there is no need for resuscitation. However, his parents have sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment. There is also a little boy in the car who was only slightly frightened and not injured -"
Snapped!
The signal suddenly stopped at this point.
The night wind blew by, and the old man's ears were still filled with Naoyoung's words that he had just heard.
"The mountain road is too narrow and I can't get on the bus. My parents are still waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain!"
"Uncle, don't worry! Our whole family will definitely come to the village festival! Just don't turn us away then!"
"Okay! Uncle Clan, shall I take the first step? We'll see you in a few days!"
Suddenly, the old man felt cold all over his body.
No, it wasn't that he was cold, but that the child in his arms was cold.
Immediately afterwards, a child's voice with a cold and rancid smell sounded from his arms——
"Hehe! Grandpa, how are you?"
...
At the foot of the mountain, beside the highway, the scene of the car accident.
A traffic police officer looked at his cell phone in confusion and muttered: "What the hell signal?"
He tried to call back, but couldn't get through.
It's common for the signal to be poor in the mountains.
After saying that, he turned to look at a little boy behind him with big eyes and a face full of snot and tears, and said with concern: "Kid, are you sure the people in this car are not related to you?"
The boy nodded and choked with sobs: "I, I don't know them. They said they would take me to see goldfish. After driving for a long time, they were hit by a big car!"
...
Mountain.
Just when the old man answered the phone, behind them, a pale ghost hand with body spots and blood stains appeared!
The ghost's trembling hands held a lit incense stick and inserted it into the stone in the middle of the mountain path.
Suddenly, all communication signals in the mountain disappeared.
From this second on, the small mountain village in the mountains ahead became isolated from the rest of the world.
...
