Mixed Miners

"All open the coffin!" Yang Ling said faintly, but the voice was not loud, but with an unquestionable tone.

"Fast ~ Quickly open the coffin, let the fairy look ~!"

A sixty or seventy-year-old man suddenly woke up and shouted excitedly.

Yang Ling knocked on the wooden fish. Not only did the residents of these towns have seen it, but they did not see it. This goods shook his head and ran over to grab the wooden fish in the hands of Yang Ling.

"梆~梆~梆~"

The goods were knocked a few times, and I found that there was no reaction at all. I immediately grabbed Yang Ling’s arm. "The second child, come again, come and perform again!"

Yang Ling couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Laozi is now a fairy teacher, and he is not a wild priest in the fortune-telling performance on the street, so he dismissed his hand very disdainfully.

Along with the sound of the coffin, the cover of more than a dozen coffins was lifted.

"Xian Shi, please take a look at my father!" Just surrounded Yang Ling, who still wants to eat him, warned Yang Ling.

"Ok!"

Yang Ling lifted his foot and walked to the front of the coffin, then looked at it.

Lying inside is the old man yesterday, but at this time his face is gray, his lips are blue and purple, bare under the skin, the black and black veins bulge high, like a strip of squat in the body, but Yang Ling knows, this old man The child should not die yet. There is blood in the heart, but it is extremely weak. Yang Ling guesses that even if it is used, it is not necessarily measured.

Yang Ling stretched out a finger and pressed it on the old man's eyebrows, and then the influx of energy, and sure enough, a black thin line in his mind resembled a hemp rope, which almost occupies most of his head, and a strange atmosphere is constantly distributed. come out.

Yang Ling could not help but frown. This black gas is much more numerous than the one in the head of the child. It can be seen to be very powerful. So he carefully wrapped it up with strength, and then a fierce roll, it seems to be heard in the mind. The screams of screaming, the black line of this group suddenly vanished.

"噗~!"

The old man who had already died suddenly spewed a few black blood in his mouth. A flat worm with a length of two centimeters and a winged tail was wrapped in it and spit out. Then he spread his wings and prepared to fly away.

Yang Ling’s hand was fast, his fingers were flicked, and the bug was thrown off the coffin, and then he died after a few shots.

All of this was clearly seen by the family of the old man and the people around him. Suddenly, they panicked and stepped back, fearing that they would be stained by this bug.

Yang Ling reached out and said a few times on the chest of the old man. "Get him up, feed him some water first."

So a few people rushed up and took the old man out of the coffin, and someone hurried into the house to bring a glass of water to the old man.

After a while, the old man opened his eyes in confusion.

"哗~~"

"Live, really live!"

All the people were excited, and the people around them became more and more turbulent.

Yang Ling had already walked to the front of the second coffin at this time. In the same way, a young woman spit out a bug and soon sat down.

Suddenly the whole town was crazy, and together with Yang Ling, the third coffin was squeezed out.

Ten minutes later, the town was full of joy, although there was a coffin in the white, but it was as lively as the festival. Everyone put a group of Yang Ling in the middle, there are gimmicks, there are rumors, there are crying Laughing, anyway, Yang Ling feels that his head is going to blow up.

When these people are almost noisy, Yang Ling asked this reason.

I have already seen the vast magical power of Yang Ling, and the courage of the people in the town is also big. I am no longer jealous of the ghost village. I am almost eager to talk about the situation of the ghost village.

It turned out that this Balang village was not like this before, and the name of Barang was also only later. It turned out to be a famous Chinese style called Xihe Village.

Things go back to the second century after the outbreak of World War II. In 1942, Japan launched the Pacific War. In order to attack India quickly, it decided to build a railway connecting the Thai-Myanmar border.

At that time, the western part of Kanchanaburi, Thailand was a deserted mountainous area with a hot climate, suffocating suffocation, widespread malaria, and extremely poor construction conditions. The railway design institute in Japan provided planning and construction time for six years, but Oh, the Japanese domestic economy was about to collapse at that time. The Japanese military requested the Battle of Myanmar and Thailand to be quick and quick, and strived to prepare for the attack on India within one year to cut off the military supply of the Allied countries in the Far East. Therefore, this article The railway has speeded up the process.

The railway originally designed for six years will be completed within one year. Under this pressure, allied prisoners of war from China, Britain, the United States, the Netherlands, Australia and a large number of civilians from Southeast Asian countries will be forcibly pulled to the Thai-Myanmar border. labor.

Hundreds of thousands of workers were forced to work day and night in the Japanese bayonet. Heavy labor and bad conditions caused 16,000 prisoners of war and 100,000 civilians to die under the whips of the Japanese army in hunger and sickness, and to rob the wilderness and ruin the grass. In the wild, even now along the railway, you can still see the bones floating in the wild grass everywhere.

This flesh-and-blood railway is therefore called the "Death Railway."

On this death railway, there is also a bridge of death, now called the Second World War Bridge, on the way to Chiang Mai to Chiang Mai ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and this World War II bridge is only two kilometers away from Xihe Village. In order to repair the bridge, the Japanese army, in addition to using the Allied prisoners of war, also arrested and drove a large number of nearby residents. After the completion of the bridge construction, the tens of kilometers and ten rooms and nine empty spaces, even the whole village, there is no left, not tired. Death is starving to death and death, and children are no exception.

As the nearest village to the Second World War Bridge, Xihe Village was once used as a temporary stronghold, but soon they moved away, and then the neighborhood was turned into a restricted area, and no one was allowed to approach.

Later, the people who died on the railway construction site were pulled to Xihe Village. I heard that the Japanese buried the dead people in the valley behind Xihe Village.

After the end of the Second World War, some people who had escaped went back to Xihe Village to continue their lives. Although I heard that there were countless dead people buried here, the villagers were still unwilling to leave this place.

Over the past 40 years, people from generation to generation have proliferated. There are already 20 or 30 households in Xihe Village. Almost everyone has completely forgotten the crimes committed by the Japanese army.

But by the beginning of the 1980s, Xihe Village began to show a lot of weird things. (To be continued.)