[Folk Horror] Ten Days of Mourning

In the middle of the night, you and your friends met with Goddess Zhao at Goddess Zhao's house, and she also knew about your cousin's house, but unexpectedly, she only said "at least it's not me today".Although you feel a little weird, you still understand her thoughts - who would want to disappear so inexplicably?

In fact, you have been fascinated since you learned of the death of the child in your cousin's house at noon.You remember what that little baby looked like.In vain, the little arms and legs are fleshy, very cute, and it makes people feel happy when they see it.He died and was eaten up by snakes. These words are so simple, but they are like a stone disrupting the calm lake surface, and arousing a strong chill in your already calm brain.You can't think about how cruel it is, you have never hated that so-called Yin God so much like this moment.The fifth day's victim was already there, a small child—even a swaddling baby!You feel ashamed, ashamed that the ten-day mourning on your body has spread to innocent people, and you are also afraid, and you don't know who will be implicated in the future.But you are even more angry. If the Yin God has the ability, he will directly take your heart!Why harm other people? !

The sky has become completely black, and even the stars and moonlight seem trembling and shrinking.It also makes your mood obscure.

Grandma Qian was buried in the cemetery behind the forest outside the village.Although it is a cemetery, it does not look particularly decent. Except for the new tombs built in recent years that have been surrounded by stones, most of the old tombs are just soil bags. .Everything in front of you is so dark that you might suspect that you are completely blind. Fortunately, you still carry flashlights.

Three beams of bright beams of light illuminated the ground beneath their feet, and then passed across various dirt bumps.

"It's really a bit chilling." The friend said that she still has some mobility difficulties, but she is already able to walk.

"Aren't you going to visit the grave in the city?" Goddess Zhao asked, she coughed a few times and wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

"That's different," replied the friend.

You probably understand what your friend means.When the tomb has been meticulously repaired, it makes people feel that the family members who are cherished by the living are buried in the ground, and when this gentle mask disappears, facing the earthen tomb, in the dark night, among the grass, But it makes people feel that this place is just a melting pot of countless deaths, swallowing the dead one by one, chewing and spitting out straightforward death certificates, which are bulging earthen graves.

"I found it." The voice of Goddess Zhao interrupted your wild thoughts, and you saw Goddess Zhao stopping in front of a grave bag.

You turned your head and said to your friend: "You are not in good health yet, so I will go with Goddess Zhao. You help us watch the wind, and if someone comes, you remind us to run."

The friend knew that he was not in good health now, so he didn't say much, and nodded seriously: "Be careful."

"I know, and you too," you say.

You and Goddess Zhao approached the tomb carefully.Grandma Qian's tombstone appeared in front of you, but you didn't look at it much.Goddess Zhao put down the bag she had been holding, and you took out a handful of iron catalpas from it.The friend covered the flashlight with her hand to dim the light a little, and slowly shuffled towards the woods, so that she could spot the person more quickly.

You received the spirit summoning yesterday, and you are not feeling well. Goddess Zhao is a bit older. Fortunately, she said that Grandma Qian’s coffin is not very deep, and she also does farm work on weekdays, and she has good physical strength. You two can help each other. .For some reason, today's Goddess Zhao took the initiative, picked up the iron catalpa and dug it down.

You didn't say anything, the shovel poked into the grave.The soil is dug to the side, the weeds are uprooted, the tiger's mouth is aching, and both arms are sore. You rarely do this kind of physical work, but you can't stop, even if you realize that you are digging a grave, you will feel a strong nausea. It's just churning in your stomach, but you still have to continue, and Goddess Zhao is also urging you, urging you non-stop.Then an ant nest was opened, and the black ants fell to the ground together in the dirt, what else?How long will it take to dig?Gradually, I don't know how long it has passed, you and Goddess Zhao are already in a pothole half a meter away, your hands are so painful that you have lost consciousness, and you continue to work numbly, the sky is getting darker and dead silent.

"clatter."

The shovel hits something hard, and you don't even realize what it means, your brain is numb from exhaustion.

Goddess Zhao said ecstatically, "I found it!"

You lower your head and see a corner of the lacquered wood protruding from the soil, which is a coffin.

In the 90s, more than [-] years ago, burials were still flourishing at that time, that is to say, there were indeed bones in this coffin.Step up your actions and dig out the entire coffin.You want to go forward to open the coffin, but you are too tired, your hands are weak, and your arms are shaking, so you have to ask Goddess Zhao to pry open the coffin nails with a claw hammer.With a flick of her wrist, she picked up the claw hammer and nailed the nails, and then used a small piece of wood to support the coffin board, revealing a gap big enough to reach in, and then... reached in.

The flashlight above the pit passed her face, and there was a kind of ecstasy like escape from death.

You stare nervously at the movement of Goddess Zhao's arm until she shouts, "I found it!"

You let out a sigh of relief, Goddess Zhao withdrew several books wrapped in three layers of plastic bags, then eagerly opened them, and flipped through one of them in front of you.Her eyes turn left and right, looking at ten lines, and you take out your phone to check the time.You came at nine o'clock, now it is eleven fifty.

The night is getting darker, and you can't help but ask: "How is it, is there a way?"

Goddess Zhao sighed deeply, deeply, as if she was about to sigh her soul out of her body.She hands you the book: "Read it yourself."

You took the book, it seems to be Grandma Qian's notes, you put down the iron catalpa, lowered your head, walked a few steps towards the flashlight, and tried to read it, Goddess Zhao was right behind you.

You see this page says: "Ten days of mourning, how could it happen to me, no... this is not—"

You just saw this when you suddenly heard a strange sound.It happened very fast, coming from behind, very fast, getting closer to you, like the screeching sound of something moving very fast.Your brain has only a few seconds to think, but the biological instinct to avoid danger makes you subconsciously slam to the side and try to turn around-the huge impact staggers your head and smashes hard on your left side. shoulders!

Something cracked, yes, it hurts, it hurts! !It was the shoulder that was completely cracked. There must be something wrong with the bone. The pain pierced the brain.Makes you completely lose your mind in half a second, hugging your shoulders and screaming.

Then, you see the situation in front of you:

Goddess Zhao has a distorted expression, standing in front of you holding a claw hammer.

"It's too late..." Goddess Zhao lowered her head, raised her cloudy eyes, her voice was colder than the night, "I don't want to die, little girl."

You can't move your left arm.