Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

Jiang Ling listened with gusto: "And then?"

The old man closed his eyes, and stopped shaking the cattail fan: "A few days after what happened to Zhou Dongcao, Zhang Xiaotong died."

Jiang Ling didn't come up and almost choked herself to death: "Why?"

"Then," the old man said slowly, "the villagers of Dayang Village moved out of this land."

Jiang Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I mean, why did Zhang Xiaotong die? What happened to Mu Shaohe?"

Amidst Jiang Ling's begging, the silent old man said succinctly: "Zhang Xiaotong was killed by the villagers, and Mu Shaohe fell into a deep sleep again."

Without waiting for Jiang Yan to ask, the old man had a sudden whim and asked him, "Can you guess who caught Zhang Xiaotong who was hiding on the mountain?"

The old man's thinking is very jumpy, Jiang Yan doesn't know whether he admires his quick thinking and his sword is not old, or he feels that when he is old, he tends to talk in a confusing way.

He thought about it seriously, and chose one person: "Zhou Dongcao?"

The old man shook his head.

Jiang Ling guessed again: "The villagers of Soushan?"

The old man shook his head again.

Jiang Ling: "Liu Danian?"

The old man pondered.

Jiang Ling was excited: "I knew this guy had been weirdly uneasy and kind."

"That night, he secretly wanted to save Zhang Xiaotong, but unfortunately he was late."

Jiang Yan felt a little embarrassed when he heard this, and touched his nose: "Why did he go to save Zhang Xiaotong? Doesn't he hate Zhang Xiaotong very much?"

"Who told you that Liu Danian hates Zhang Xiaotong? Perhaps only Zhang Xiaotong thinks that Liu Danian hates him."

Jiang Yan was embarrassed, not knowing how to answer the conversation.

The old man asked, "Can't you guess who it is?"

Jiang Yan obediently admit defeat: "I can't guess."

The old man had an expression that I knew you wouldn't be able to guess: "It's Mrs. Si Yue."

Jiang Ling couldn't believe it: "How could it be?"

"Do you think that a mother will not harm her child?" The old man's thoughts drifted away, "At that time, she might be afraid that her youngest son would be hurt by Zhang Xiaotong who was with the mountain ghost; or, she thought that her little boy had already been possessed by evil spirits. No one knew what she was thinking. She took advantage of Zhang Xiaotong's trust in her, took him to the ancestral hall, and asked the villagers to execute him."

Jiang Niao asked where Mu Shaohe was at that time.

The old man said that he sent a woman out of the mountain.

"That's the daughter-in-law kidnapped by Mistress Liu's family. She was rescued by Zhang Xiaotong and the others. In order to let her leave safely and not be caught by the villagers, Zhang Xiaotong asked Mu Shaohe to send her. Although Mu Shaohe was not happy, he still listened to him. If you don’t, go. Who knows that something will happen if you go.”

"" Zhang Xiaotong was escorted to the ancestral hall, and the villagers wanted to execute him. At this time, Zhou Dongcao came out and told everything about what happened a few days ago.

Some villagers said that just because he saved Zhou Xiazhi, a child who had contact with mountain ghosts should not be allowed to come and go in and out of Dayang Village at will.

Zhou Dongcao said that it would be good to let him not go back to the village.He looked at Zhang Xiaotong, who was silent, and Mrs. Siyue, who was expressionless, and thought Zhang Xiaotong didn't want to stay in the village anymore.

But everyone disagreed, and said Zhou Dongcao, the Si Yue sister-in-law has killed her relatives righteously, why are you so gossip. "

The old man said that his throat was a little dry, picked up a ceramic cup from the ground, drank a few sips of water, and continued: "Zhou Dongcao saw that the scene was getting more and more uncontrollable, so he told the efficacy of Zhang Xiaotong's blood, so it means that he will never Being possessed by evil spirits."

Jiang Ling understood: "At that time, he turned back halfway through the boiling water and hid behind to peek at Zhang Xiaotong and the others!"

The old man added: "Maybe he didn't boil the water."

"No matter what, Zhou Dongcao's words successfully made everyone temporarily let Zhang Xiaotong go, and locked him in the meeting room of the ancestral hall, and planned to test whether he is so magical the next day."

"But the next morning, when everyone opened the door, Zhang Xiaotong's body was in front of them."

Jiang Yan calmly asked, "Who did it?"

The old man asked back: "Have you ever thought about the other young people who went hunting. Are they really dead? Is it true that Zhou Dongcao is the only one hiding his son?"

When Jiang Ling heard this, his back felt cold.

The old man's eyes brightened: "The dozen or so young people who went hunting in the mountains all fled back home at different times and were hidden by their families."

"The village is not big, but what is in each house, how much dirt is hidden, and how much can outsiders know when they walk by the door? Sexual, cheating, one woman serving the whole family...all of them Hide them all!"

"That night, in the small room of the ancestral hall, under the cover of the night, more than a dozen waves of people went in one after another. They took pots and pans and knives and pried open the locked door Each of them thought, I only take a little blood, that's all, he can't die. Later, some people met each other, and without saying a word, they would tacitly help hold the struggling person, so that they could be taken easily. Blood."

"The people who came after found that the dying Zhang Xiaotong was out of blood, so they planed the meat and took it back, praying that it would work."

"The next day, when Mu Shaohe came back, he found that his little brother Tong was gone."

Jiang Niao's nose was sore and her voice was hoarse: "Then what should he do?"

"Crazy, he wants to kill everyone in the village."

Jiang Yan frowned and shook her head hastily: "That's not allowed, you can't kill!"

The old man nodded in agreement: "If he kills, he will lose himself and become a real mountain ghost."

"Then what should we do?" Jiang Yan had a bitter face.

"Before Zhang Xiaotong died, he asked Liu Danian to send a message to Mu Shaohe for him. He said," the old man's eyes were deep.

"If you kill and become a real mountain ghost, where do you want me to find Mu Shaohe next time?"

"Mu Shaohe heard this, suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed, his body shattered and disappeared."

"The people in the village escaped a catastrophe, and before they came to thank their ancestors, natural disasters came one after another. Since that day, Dayang Village has had no harvest, poultry has been sick, and has endured hunger throughout the winter. In the next spring, the situation worsened. Lie, there is no way, in order to survive, the villagers can only move out of the village."

The old man said slowly: "This is the story of Dayang Village."

Jiang Ling was immersed in the aftertaste of the story, looked at the white-haired old man, and asked, "Old man, why do you stay in the village?"

The old man's eyes were heavy: "When I was young, I always wanted to leave Dayang Village, and said that the sky here covered us like a black cloth. Later, I came back here again, and accompanied my crazy mother until she died. "

"Things in the world are so unpredictable."

After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Jiang Ling's thoughts went back and forth, and she couldn't believe it: "You...are you rich?"

The old man didn't open his eyes, he just pointed to the village: "I'm going to take a nap now, you can go for a stroll inside."

Jiang Ling was embarrassed to disturb her, so she bid farewell to the old man and walked into the village.

He walked for a long time, there was no one around, and he felt like he had entered a painting.Until he saw a young man in a long gown in front of a dilapidated yard.

"Would you like to hear me tell a story?"

The man's eyes were burning.

"Okay," Jiang Yan was very interested in the story, and sat on a stone at the door, "What do you want to tell me?"

The young man said, tell a love story.

Volume [-]: Strange Stories in Jingnan