The singer is an old man.
An old man who is blind in one left eye.
He looked to be at least eighty-five or six years old.
I saw that there was no clean spot on this old man's body. A navy blue coat had been washed and turned a little white. The only remaining right eye was not much better than the left eye. There was no trace in the turbid eyes. Not angry at all, with large pieces of eye mucus stuck on it, looking very sloppy.
The old man was sitting on a wooden bench in front of the dilapidated tile house, holding a broken wooden stick he picked up from somewhere in his hand. While drawing a circle on the ground, he threw lit paper money into the inner circle and spoke. From time to time, I mumbled a few little songs that I didn’t know where I learned from.
The song wasn't nice to listen to, but the mention of "Biluo Village" in it made me tremble.
I coughed twice, then stepped forward and asked, "Old man, please excuse me. I want to ask you something."
The old man was not surprised at all by my sudden appearance. He just turned his head, looked at me with his cloudy right eye, and then murmured: "Young man, if there is anything you want to know, just tell me. There is no need to be like this." polite."
I looked at the old man, deliberately dragged out his voice for a long time, and then said word by word: "I would like to ask the old man, do you know that there is a place near here called... Biluo Village?"
When the old man heard me say "Biluo Village", he was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at me doubtfully and asked, "Why are you going to Biluo Village?"
I deliberately kept my tone very light, and then said: "To be honest, my surname is Hu, and our family has an old house in Biluo Village. Something happened in the family recently. People from the older generation Let me go back to the Hu family's old house in Biluo Village to pick up something. According to the old man's words, we can reach Biluo Village not far after passing Huai County. However, you see, we have been driving out for nearly an hour, and we haven't arrived yet. I found it, so I came here to ask you for directions."
After hearing what I said, the one-eyed old man nodded slightly and said softly: "Since I can't find it, it's God's will. You'd better go back! You can't go to a place like Biluo Village!"
After saying that, the one-eyed old man turned his head and continued to add paper money to the fire, still singing the tuneless song.
When I saw the old man reacting like this when he heard that I was looking for Biluo Village, a big question mark popped up in my heart.
I coughed lightly and asked in surprise: "Old man, what do you mean by this?"
The old man didn't even look at me this time, and said coldly: "What do you mean? It means literally, what? Is it because I am not speaking human language? Or do you not understand human language at all?"
I saw that the old man was starting to become a little unreasonable, and I started to feel a little unhappy. I said loudly: "Sir, I'm here to talk to you politely and ask for directions. If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. There's no need." Are you hurting me here?"
The old man seemed to hear the anger in my words, and snorted coldly and said: "Humph, I scold you for your own good. I have already said that Biluo Village is not a place for you to go. Young people like you, I, the old man Too much. If you don’t despise your longevity, just go back to where you came from.”
I asked loudly: "What do you mean we have seen too many people like us? How come you have seen too many people? I said old man, if you have the ability to explain clearly, why is Biluo Village not a place we can go to?"
When the old man heard that my tone became unkind, he was neither angry nor annoyed. He first filled two handfuls of paper money into the fire, and then slowly put aside the broken wooden stick in his hand that was slightly blackened by the heat. Then he unhurriedly took out a pack of slightly wrinkled cigarettes from his coat pocket, took one out and slowly lit it.
After the old man finished this series of actions, he turned to look at me and said slowly: "Don't think I don't know, young man. Young people like you read some news casually on the Internet, or After casually listening to some legends, you took the girl here to explore, find excitement, and prove how capable you are. But what you don’t know is what kind of place Biluo Village is and how many people have gone there. No reply...cough cough cough...cough cough cough..."
The one-eyed old man seemed to be choked by the cigarette, and suddenly started coughing non-stop. After a while, he patted his chest and slowly continued: "Young man, what you said just now is just to deceive others, but I can't deceive the old man. What else... why are you in Biluo Village? The old house... what else is the Hu family's old house..."
When the old man said this, he raised his cloudy one eye and looked at me, and then said: "Do you know how many households there are in Biluo Village?"
The old man was asking me this, but before I could say it, he rushed to answer: "There are eight households in Biluo Village. The village is a bit small, and the population is indeed a bit smaller. From the east Starting from the beginning, the first family is Fatty Li who is fishing, the second family is Liu Erzhuzhu who chops firewood, the third family is Widow Liu who collects mountain products, the fourth family is Zhao Heimian who sells pancakes, and the third family is Zhao Heimian who sells pancakes. The fifth household is Huang Sandao who sells meat, the sixth household is Aunt Li who weaves straw frames, the seventh household is Ma Mazizi who makes money, and the eighth household..."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but rush to ask: "Who is the eighth family? What is his surname?"
The one-eyed old man didn't look at me this time. He kept staring at the almost extinguished fire in front of him. His eyes were dazed, and his thoughts seemed to return to a certain moment in his youth.
After a while, he sighed and said leisurely: "In short, this eighth household is not named Hu. Among the eight households in Biluo Village, there is no one named Hu, so let alone What’s the Hu family’s old house you’re talking about?”
I was shocked and hurriedly asked: "How is this possible? There is no way that the older generation of our family would lie to me!"
The one-eyed old man said disdainfully: "Then you'd better go back and ask clearly. By the way, you should also ask whether this Biluo Village is a place where you brats can come."
After speaking, the one-eyed old man picked up the broken wooden stick on the ground, used it to pick up the extinguished paper money on the ground, and sang leisurely: "The little devil in the underworld takes the money, there are many rules in the underworld, don't be afraid, the world is as ruthless as it is sentimental, To be a ghost, you have to have money to spend. I have all my relatives and friends here. I am not afraid of being alone in the world..."
I looked at the nagging old man in front of me, and then turned to look at Hua Muling beside me. Hua Muling had not spoken before, but was frowning as if she was thinking about something. Now when she saw me looking at her, she He tilted his head at me and said softly: "Since they don't want to tell us where Biluo Village is, then I'm asking for trouble. Let's go!"
I could only sigh helplessly and said: "Well! You are right, we can only go back first."
After saying that, Hua Muling and I turned around and walked towards the way we came. However, just after walking a few steps, Hua Muling suddenly stopped, turned around and asked the one-eyed old man, "Old man, can I ask you a question?"
The one-eyed old man tilted his head and glanced at Hua Muling. After a while, he said leisurely: "Little girl, what do you want to ask?"
Hua Muling thought for a while and then said word by word: "Excuse me, how do you know Biluo Village so well? Are you the eighth family in Biluo Village?"
When the one-eyed old man heard Hua Muling's words, he couldn't help but be stunned at first, and then there was an extremely complicated and strange look in his eyes. He didn't speak, he just stared at Hua Muling, like a bear. Like a wounded beast staring at its enemy.
Seeing the old man's reaction, Hua Muling didn't ask any questions. Instead, she bowed slightly to the one-eyed old man and said, "You don't need to answer. I think I already know the answer. Thank you!"
After saying that, he picked me up and turned around and walked towards the car.
But we had just taken two steps when the one-eyed old man suddenly stopped the two of us, "Wait a minute!"
I turned back to look at the one-eyed old man and asked, "What? Are you okay, old man?"
The one-eyed old man looked at me, then at Hua Muling, and then said, "Do you know who I am burning paper money for?"
I shook my head and said, "I don't know! Are you a relative of yours, sir?"
The one-eyed old man shook his head, and then nodded again. His cloudy right eye was filled with complex emotions. After a while, he slowly said: "The paper money in my hand is burned to the villagers of Biluo Village. of."
I asked in surprise: "The villagers of Biluo Village? Do you mean that all the villagers of Biluo Village are dead?"
The one-eyed old man didn't even look at me. He just nodded slightly and said slowly: "Yes, they are all dead! Not a single person is left alive! Although Biluo Village is not big, with only eight households, It’s not a paradise, but it’s a very peaceful place.”
When the one-eyed old man said this, there was a faint light in his turbid right eye, as if he was trapped in the memories of that year, but that light only existed for a moment, and then it became extremely bright. dim.
The one-eyed old man took a drag on his cigarette and sighed: "Hey... originally, everything was going well, but who would have thought that sixty years ago today, a greed that shouldn't have killed the entire village. Overnight...overnight...all 32 people in Biluo Village perished, leaving no one alive..."
When I heard what the one-eyed old man said, I hurriedly asked: "What? No one is alive? What happened back then? How did they die?"
But the old man didn't seem to hear what I said at all. He just kept talking to himself, "You can't go to Biluo Village... There are ghosts in Biluo Village... After those people came... they brought disaster to The village... everything has changed... it has become full of horrific disasters... Biluo Village cannot be visited... There is a ghost in Biluo Village..."
Speaking of what happened later, the one-eyed old man suddenly became very crazy. He started waving the broken piece of wood in his hand, as if he was fighting an invisible enemy in front of him.
The one-eyed old man kept breathing and shouting: "Get out! Get out! Get out of here! Biluo Village is not a place you can go! Get out! Get out..."
