Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

Dayang Village is located in the mountains, and there is only one yellow mud road built by villagers with hoes and dustpans in the 50s, connecting the nearest Anhua County.This small road hidden in the deep mountains is the only way for villagers to go out of the county every month. It takes five hours to drive and two days to walk.According to the elders in the village, before there was such a flat road, every time you left the village, you had to climb over mountains, take trails, and cross big rivers. For five days and five nights, you were tossing one mountain after another.

"This is a forgotten world." The old man sat under the big tree at the entrance of the village, gently shaking the cattail fan in his hand.Jiang Ling sat on the side stone with a tired face and listened carefully.He took the train to Anhua County, entered the village by car, and walked for five hours on the deserted mountain road before arriving at the abandoned Dayang Village.

"No one comes in from outside, and it is difficult for people inside to get out. 50 years ago, Dayang Village was isolated from the outside world, and news could not be spread at all. Even if it was told, no one would believe it," the old man spoke unhurriedly, slightly wrinkled His brows are hidden in deep wrinkles, which hide the traces of the years, "For the villagers of Dayang Village, there is only this world in their world. It's really not big. Which one does the girl like? Young man, whose sheep are having dystocia, and whose chickens have laid many eggs... Everyone knows these things."

"Because the village is too closed... well, it's a bit remote, that's why it became the ghost village it is today." Jiangniao looked around, the village was like a distorted old photo, desolate and unpopular.

"I'm the only one left in the whole village now. Do you know when this place has been deserted?"

Before Jiang Ling could answer, the old man continued on his own: "In the fifth year after the village road was repaired, all forty households in the village basically moved out during that time."

Jiang Ling stopped writing, feeling puzzled.Not to mention the inheritance from generation to generation and the idea of ​​returning to the roots of fallen leaves, the whole village was relocated five years after the road was built. What is the major reason for this?

The hand of the old man waving the cattail fan stopped for a moment, as if he was caught in a certain memory.

In a barren era, there are a group of hardworking people.The loess road in Dayang Village was repaired in ten years with the perseverance of Yugong Yishan and the hard work of generations.The children in the village especially like to play on this path that is less than ten meters wide but winds far away.There are tall mountains and towering trees at both ends of the road. When playing hide and seek, if you drill into the mountains, hey, you won’t find anyone there!But few people dare to use this trick, because it is said that there are mountain ghosts in the mountains at night, and it is said that mountain ghosts love to eat children.

One summer night, the timid and introverted son of Uncle Li's family ran into the mountains. The whole village searched for seven days, but found nothing.

The youngest son disappeared into the vast mountains.Everyone said that the youngest son was lying dead in the deep mountains.

Every night, people passing by Uncle Li's house could hear their crying and scolding.Uncle Li complained that Sister-in-law Li didn't take good care of the children, and Sister-in-law Li hated that Uncle Li was busy with farm work and neglected them.Later, the two of them stopped talking about their youngest son. The youngest son became a thorn in their hearts, and the two couples spent boring days in quarrels.

In the third year after the younger son disappeared, on another summer night, the younger son came back.

Sister-in-law Li cried heart-rendingly while hugging her lost and recovered young son. Uncle Li pulled Sister-in-law Li with a dignified and suspicious expression.

Sister-in-law Li wanted to go there, but was hugged tightly by Uncle Li.His breathing was short, and he slapped Sister Li's ear: "Alian, don't go over there."

Sister-in-law Li still struggled, but she felt a weight on her body, as if Uncle Li had lost all his strength and leaned on her.

"Look clearly!" Uncle Li's chest rose and fell, "He looks exactly like Fu'er three years ago." Uncle Li's voice trembled, his eye sockets were cracked, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Mrs. Li stared blankly.

The youngest son stood at the entrance of the village, behind him was the loess road winding out, and on both sides were deep and invisible mountains and forests. The cicadas were screaming and fireflies were flying, and the shadow covering the youngest son's face appeared dim and unclear.