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When Yan Shixun wanted to pull Yang Tu out of the village house where they were temporarily hiding, Yang Tu was still a little reluctant while grabbing the door frame.

"Brother Yan, I will tell you whatever you ask, but don't drag me out."

Yang Tu trembled, his eyes filled with fear: "Outside, there are dead people outside!"

Yan Shixun let go of his hand graciously, and raised his arms to Yang Tu, indicating that he had no intention of forcing him to act at all.

"Okay, then you stay here alone."

He lightly smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "I hope those things won't find you hiding here—who knows, maybe you, the living one, will stand out among a group of dead people."

After finishing speaking, Yan Shixun turned around and left with his long legs.

Yang Tu turned pale with shock, quickly let go of the hand holding the door frame, ran a few steps and grabbed the back of Yan Shixun's clothes.

"Brother Yan, you can't leave me here alone! This, this is Yang Duo's burial place, and now it's the seventh month of the lunar calendar, Yang Duo, Yang Duo, she will come back!"

"Yang Tu." Yan Shixun's voice was calm, and he didn't yell loudly, but with a strange sense of shock, Yang Tu, who was anxious and flustered, suddenly stopped his words and looked up at Yan Shixun .

This unruly handsome young man tilted his head slightly, and glanced behind him from the corner of his eyes.

He seemed to be chuckling.

"You should know Yang Duo better than I do. You have heard what happened to Yang Duo from Yang Han, and you have personally experienced her revenge on the Yang family for so many years."

Yan Shixun asked softly: "A person who has been dead for decades is still unwilling to give up the resentment she had during her lifetime. Yang Tu, tell me, will she just take it away like this?"

"Do you think you can avoid all dangers by waiting here?" His thin red lips were slightly raised, and he smiled sarcasticly: "Yang Tu, you are an adult, don't be so naive."

"—Every minute and every second you are wasting now is bringing danger closer to your life, and you are pushing yourself to your own death with your own hands."

Yang Tu felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured down his head, which made his blood freeze.

He looked up in a daze, only to feel that Yan Shixun's smile was so mocking and wanton.

"Since you are so afraid, don't pin your hopes on the kindness of the evil ghost. She doesn't have that. If you don't get up and take the initiative, then you can only sit and wait for death, trembling in the corner, waiting for Yang Duo to kill you."

Yan Shixun said to him like this.

Yang Tu grabbed Yan Shixun's hand at the corner of his clothes, and slowly slid down from the fabric as if losing his strength, and fell down weakly.

"I……"

Yang Tu's eyes were full of tears, his voice was trembling, but he hesitated a few times, finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Yan, please take me with you!"

"Don't leave me alone in this kind of place." Yang Tu's voice was full of tears: "If I really die, brother Yan, you must take me home."

What did Yang Duo do in the past few decades to make Yang Tu, a young man who had never seen her before, fear her so much?

A doubt slipped across Yan Shixun's mind, but he quickly softened his brows and assured Yang Tu, "Don't worry, your time of death will be after mine."

The blood-red full moon hangs high over the night, reflecting the mountains and forests tonight like a sea of ​​blood.

After the group of villagers carrying red lanterns passed by, the neighborhood of the farmhouse, which was originally deserted, became quieter and more empty.

When Yan Shixun walked out of the abandoned village house, he subconsciously squinted his eyes and looked around.

The surrounding area is quiet, only the water of Moon Creek is flowing and making the sound of water, while all the surrounding houses are silent.

It was as if all the houses were like the one where Yan Shixun was hiding, which had been abandoned for many years, and the owner had disappeared.

It's just that the owners of these houses seem to have gone through a period of extreme panic before leaving.The windows of every house are nailed with thick wooden boards, and even the walls of several houses have been raised. Yan Shixun can vaguely distinguish the completely different colors of the joints between the old and new bricks and tiles.

He couldn't help but think of the fence of the farmhouse.

Logically speaking, this kind of place where the entire village has the same surname will have more trust in each other because of blood relationship and common interests, and will not build their own house like a bunker, as if to guard against people from outside. attacks and dangers.

Even if there are conflicts with neighbors, probably not many people will build a three-to-four-meter-high fence, and the top of the wall is full of broken glass and nails.

In most of the villages Yan Shixun has seen, the walls are below two meters, especially the houses next to each other, and some of them are even high enough to pass things to each other through the walls.

Taking precautions so far, and judging from the discoloration and damage of these red bricks, it should not take more than two years for the new heightening of the fence.

So, what happened at that time that caused the villagers living near the farmhouse to become so vigilant, and even abandoned the house in the end?

There is no one around here who can ask, and Yang Tu has been running here less and less as he grows older. Except for a few friends who have been playing since childhood, Yang Tu is not very clear about the details of other people's affairs.

Yan Shixun's thoughts turned around, and he had no choice but to temporarily put his doubts in his heart, and walked along the village road to the village.

Yang Tu followed behind Yan Shixun fearfully, turning his head to look aside nervously almost every few seconds. After a while, cold sweat soaked his clothes.

After walking about [-] meters inward, the original desolate roadside scene gradually changed. The village houses on both sides of the village road began to feel more old-fashioned, crowded and popular.

Unlike the side near the Moon Creek, this place has officially entered the village. Villagers of all ages have built houses here for decades and hundreds of years.

Yan Shixun also saw sharply the villagers who came out from the yard. They were all wearing brand-new and neat suits. Judging from their dress styles that are completely different from those in the daytime, it still shows how solemn the event they will participate in is to them.

While the villagers were walking deep into the village, before they could turn their heads to see Yan Shixun and the two, Yan Shixun grabbed Yang Tu with quick eyesight and quickly hid on the side of the wall, only cautiously poking around. Get out and look forward along the plane of the wall.

The villagers pushed away their yards one after another, walked out of their homes on the village road, and walked in the same direction with beaming faces.

However, Yan Shixun suddenly discovered a strange thing——

There is no communication between the villagers at all.

The houses here have been built for decades, and they are already neighbors who do not see each other when they look up.However, when they were about to attend the grand occasion of the wedding together, when they saw each other, not only did they not even say hello, they didn't even look at each other.

It seems that there is no need for communication between them.

Or the sensing conditions they have are not enough to support their communication with each other.

Yan Shixun frowned, and found that under the joy of the villagers, there was another stiffness and emptiness hidden.

Obviously the villagers are all smiling, but that kind of smile is not from the heart or a fake polite smile, but a more fake one, like a painted smile. The angles of squinting are all exactly the same.

Their eyes are very dark, not like the faces of normal people that are not too three-dimensional, but with well-defined shadows and lines. The black eyeballs seem to have been deliberately drawn with ink, and the shape of the eyes is also sharp The shadows of the nose and mouth on the face did not change as they walked under the blood moon, but remained motionless as if painted.

Regardless of men and women, they all have bright red mouths. When they grinned, all of them showed a few teeth that were as white as paper.

It even seems to be deliberately emphasizing their festivities, so everyone, regardless of gender, has two blushes on their faces, appearing to be overly energetic and becoming weird.

It's like a craftsman who was in a hurry, he tied up the work and painted his face, and handed in the work rough.

Even under Yan Shixun's careful observation, he found that the length of steps taken by each of the villagers was the same, and the rhythm of raising their legs was also the same.

It's not the random footsteps of a group of people walking by. When these villagers walk on the village road, it seems to be a regular drumbeat, "Boom", "Boom", "Boom"...

Yan Shixun squinted his eyes. After discovering the abnormality of the villagers, he didn't rush out of the hiding place. Instead, he patiently waited for the nearby villagers to walk a certain distance before slowly showing up.

"Brother Yan? What's the matter?"

Yang Tu, who was hiding behind Yan Shixun, shrinking like a quail, after seeing Yan Shixun's behavior, even though he didn't know what Yan Shixun had discovered, was still terrified and dared to lower his voice. , said with a breath: "Don't worry, Brother Yan, I know these people, they are all alive, and they are different from those before."

"That aunt, she gave me candy when I was a child." Yang Tu pointed at one of the middle-aged women who had gone so far that only a blurred back was left. He was afraid that Yan Shixun would not believe her, even the other party's identity and age are reported.

I just don't know if Yang Tu wants to persuade Yan Shixun, or if he wants to comfort himself.

Yan Shixun chuckled with unknown meaning: "Really?"

"Maybe...you can only be sure after seeing it with your own eyes."

Yan Shixun directly grabbed Yang Tu's collar, carried him and walked towards the nearest room.

And the moment Yan Shixun left the hiding place, at the place where he was hiding and standing, the wall that was originally made of red bricks and even Yang Tu just leaned on it, there was a wave of fluctuations, like the phantom of the sea being broken , the appearance of red brick and stone disappeared.

In the flowing and overlapping blood-colored light and shadow, everything seems to be hidden under the water, space and time are crushed and shattered, images are overlapped and entangled, reality and illusion, past and present...all entangled.

A blood-red figure gradually emerged from the wall where it was originally.

The woman was wearing a blood-red wedding dress, with red embroidered shoes on tiptoe under the delicate skirt, the heels of which did not touch the ground.

Her head was covered with a red hijab, and her face could not be seen clearly, only a section of her white neck and a beautifully curved chin were exposed, and a thick and bright red was smeared on her full lips.

Like the color stained by blood.

The woman's head covered with a red hijab turned slightly as Yan Shixun walked, as if she was always watching his back with silent eyes, staring at his every move.

Yan Shixun didn't notice anything unusual, and was still walking towards the nearby courtyard.

He just discovered that the timing of the villagers leaving their homes is regular, as if they have been discussed, starting from the row of village houses that are farthest from the ancestral hall at the core of the village, and then gradually moving inwards, the equidistant distance is the shortest. After the villagers in the distance have finished walking, the villagers who are closer will go out and walk forward behind them.

And so on.

Although I don't know what is the situation of this unreasonable law of action, but it also facilitates another matter for Yan Shixun.

——Since the people in the house have left, the empty house is just right for investigation.

The villagers did not close the door when they left their homes. The courtyard door was ajar, and the tree planted in the center of the courtyard could be vaguely seen through the crack of the door.

Yan Shixun raised his hand and slowly opened the door, making a slow and long "creak—" sound.

The appearance of the yard appeared in front of his eyes.

Generally, people who live in villages raise chickens, ducks, geese and dogs in their yards, or leave a piece of land to grow vegetables and flowers. The yard is always full of strong life atmosphere.And if the hostess of this house is diligent, then the house will also be well organized.

But the house that Yan Shixun pushed away was not the case.

Perhaps the family once raised livestock, and there are still chicken coops and duck coops in the yard, and even a doghouse can be seen near the door. The rusty iron chains have been thrown aside, apparently abandoned for a long time.

There was no sound in the yard, nor were there any domestic animals.Only household items were casually thrown on the ground in the yard, as if the owner was already exhausted and had no energy to take care of the house.

As for the tree that Yan Shixun just saw through the crack of the door, it had died long ago, only the trunks were ugly and ugly with lumps and gnarled branches intertwined, slanting and silently pointing at the blood moon.

"Brother Yan? We are breaking into a private house." Yang Tu was dumbfounded.

"A private house?" Yan Shixun repeated lightly, and chuckled mockingly: "The premise of a private house is that it must have people."

Saying that, Yan Shixun stepped into the yard with his long legs, and went straight to the room.

On the contrary, Yang Tu was a little puzzled when he walked into the yard: "Isn't this the second grandpa's cousin's uncle's house? I remember that he raised a lot of ducks and a little white dog, why is it gone? Don't you want to raise it?"

Yan Shixun, who had just walked outside the door of the room, vaguely saw the appearance inside through the window covered with gauze.

After hearing Yang Tu talking to himself, Yan Shixun paused the hand that was reaching for the door, and then slowly pushed towards the door.

The door shaft made a dry friction sound.

The voice was rough and ugly, and it drilled straight into the head, making people dizzy like an electric drill, and it was so sharp that people couldn't help but want to cover their ears.

Then, Yan Shixun, who was standing at the door of the room, stood still on the spot, not moving.

The hand that he had originally pushed open the door slowly fell to his side.

Yan Shixun's sharp eyes widened slightly, and the guard on his face relaxed for a moment.

It seems that what he saw broke through his original prediction, making him unable to react for a moment, and he was a little dazed.

"What's the matter, Brother Yan, why don't we go out, I always feel that it's not good to come in when people are not at home."

Although naughty and active, Yang Tu, who has never done "bad things" before, was very nervous. When he came from behind, he was still trying to persuade Yan Shixun.

"Do not."

Yan Shixun watched everything in front of him, and said softly, "I think the master is here."

"Ah? But didn't they all go out just now..."

Yang Tu stepped forward with a confused face, but when he passed Yan Shixun's arm and saw the appearance in the room, his doubts stopped abruptly.

His eyes widened instantly, and his face was full of astonishment and horror.

——In the room, it turned out to be the layout of the mourning hall.

Following Yan Shixun's movement of pushing the door open, the outside wind blew in, blowing up the white cloth hanging down on both sides of the door, and the white cloth hanging in the whole room fluttered gently with the wind stand up.

It was as if a box that had been dusty for a long time was opened, and the smell of mold and rancidity sealed in it fermented. The moment the lid was opened, it rushed to the face, making people choke.

And in the middle of the room, there was a black coffin.

There were still melons and candles in front of the coffin, but the melons and fruits had already rotted in the saucer, and the white candle was broken from the candlestick and fell down.

The yellow paper money that was originally put aside was lifted up by the sudden wind, flew into the air and then fell down with a splash.

Yan Shixun squinted his eyes, and through the gap between the yellow paper money and the white cloth, he saw the black and white portrait at the front.

In the photo is a middle-aged man, he seems not very used to taking pictures, his smile looks a little reserved, but it makes him appear to be an honest character in his daily life.

Yan Shixun quickly relied on his excellent observation ability to find information about this man from the elegiac couplet next to him.

Not yet 50.

For an age where medical care is so advanced, it is too young to die at this age.

only……

Yan Shixun soon discovered something was wrong.

On the elegiac couplet next to it, it seems that there is not only one person's information, and even other tablets and portraits are placed on the cabinet next to it.

It shows that more than 80 mothers-in-law died, more than 60 middle-aged and elderly men died, and even... there is a tablet that has been engraved halfway, and the name and information have not been written on it.

Who would put unfinished tablets at home, as if preparing for the future, wouldn't it feel unlucky?

What happened to so many portraits and tablets?Why are there so many tablets in a mourning hall?

But Jiazifen Village is a very traditional place, and Yan Shixun knows very well that the more traditional the place is, the more he cares about these rituals.

Logically speaking, judging from the layout of the rooms in this house, the population is prosperous, and those who take care of the funeral affairs of these elders should be the middle-aged and young people who are the pillars of the family. The portraits are all in one place.When they do this, even the elders in the village will point at them and call them imbecile.

unless……

Everyone no longer had the energy to care about these things. They didn't even have time to put away these portraits and tablets, and even didn't have time to take off the elegiac couplets, so they hurriedly hung up new ones.

Yan Shixun originally wanted to go in and see the death dates of these people on the tablet at close range to verify his guess.

But before he could move, Yang Tu who was beside him turned around in panic and hurriedly ran away, his flustered figure was in a state of embarrassment.

Yan Shixun grabbed Yang Tu's head with his long arm with sharp eyes and quick hands, and pulled Yang Tu back to his side with force that he couldn't break free.

"What are you running for?" Yan Shixun frowned, and shouted directly at Yang Tu in a stern voice, "Do you want to die?"

The situation in Jiazi Grave Village became more and more confusing. Yan Shixun could intuitively feel the danger lurking under the present calm. He even had a premonition that even if he took a wrong step or made a wrong choice, it would cause terrible disasters. crisis, or even annihilation.

And Yang Tu dared to go on a rampage at such a time?

It would be fine if it was next to Moon Creek. Although it was extremely cloudy and there were many dead bodies and bones, it was still on the edge of the village. If there was any danger, there would be more room for reaction.

But it's different here.

This is already the middle of the village, and there are densely packed village houses nearby.

Yan Shixun couldn't be sure about the safety of each house. After discovering that there was a mourning hall hidden in this courtyard, he couldn't help but guess whether there were similar situations in other houses.

Even, could there be "people" who also died and reappeared in a corner of other houses?

Yang Tu acting rashly in this kind of place will only cause unnecessary trouble.If Yang Tu's voice or did something wrong to draw all those things to this side, then Yan Shixun will be surrounded from all sides and can't do anything he wants to do.

But Yan Shixun's anger only surfaced for a moment, he quickly settled his emotions, frowned and asked Yang Tu: "What made you so scared? What did you see in the house?"

Yang Tu's eyes were wide open, his pale face was full of fear, his mouth trembled violently, he could only look up at Yan Shixun, but couldn't say a word.

Yan Shixun paused, then sighed slowly, loosened the restraint on Yang Tu, and instead just patted him on the shoulder: "Yang Tu, you don't need to say anything, I won't force you. Even now You can also leave here directly, and I won't stop you again."

"But I need you to know that we are one body now, any concealment and reckless behavior by you may kill us. I still have the means to protect myself, what about you, Yang Tu?"

Yan Shixun asked coldly: "Can you guarantee that you will survive when you encounter danger and accident?"

Yang Tu's complexion looked very bad, as if he would faint at any moment.

After Yan Shixun finished speaking to him, he didn't continue to run, but his lips trembled for a long time before he said with a trembling voice, "Then, those tablet..."

Yang Tu choked up, his eyes turned red: "There are only a few people left in his family! Isn't this, isn't this all dead? How could this happen!"

Yan Shixun frowned and asked, "When was the last time you saw them alive?"

"half year ago."

Yang Tudao: "It's just that at that time they were crazy about things, and they were so hysterical that they wanted to strangle each other to death at the slightest friction. Because his family and Jiacun's family are immediate relatives, they had more contacts. Half a year ago, their family In Jiacun, my relatives were almost strangled to death in public, and they scolded us crazily. My grandfather was angry, so after this kind of thing happened more, he completely cut off contact with this place and blocked the road to prevent them from passing by us. "

"But I never thought of..."

Yang Tu tremblingly glanced back at the portrait in the mourning hall, and said vaguely with a crying voice: "It's only been more than half a year, why are they all dead, how could this happen?"

"It's Yang Duo, it's Yang Duo, Brother Yan!"

Yang Tu's eyes were almost desperate, and he grabbed Yan Shixun's arm so hard that he almost pinched into Yan Shixun's flesh: "It is definitely Yang Duo who has returned, otherwise it would not be able to explain the death of their family! This is not a normal death, Brother Yan!"

"It's Gui Qiyue now, you can't be wrong, it's Yang Duo!"

Yan Shixun quietly let Yang Tu vent his fear and panic. After a while, Yang Tu was tired of shouting and crying, and finally began to calm down. Yan Shixun raised his hand and patted the young man's face. hair top.

still too young...

Don't blame him.

Yan Shixun sighed silently in his heart, and comforted Yang Tu: "I know you are very scared, but like I said, we can't just sit and wait for Yang Duo to kill us. Since you know what kind of end we will face ...Then you have to desperately find a way to get out of here."

"Yang Tu, your second uncle and grandpa are still waiting for you to come home for dinner." He lowered his voice and said, "So, shall we go together?"

Yang Tu, who was so frightened that he lost his mind, slowly regained his sanity with Yan Shixun's patient and skillful comfort.

Yang Tu looked up at Yan Shixun, as if a booster had been injected into his body, he felt a sense of energy and peace of mind like never before.

At this moment, Yan Shixun's image is infinitely tall in Yang Tu's eyes.

Yan Shixun lengthened every strong muscle on his body, every smooth line, the fighting nerves honed after hundreds of battles, and even the old scars left on his palms.

In Yang Tu's view, these are all proofs of Yan Shixun's strength.

——This man didn't lie to himself.

He could really bring himself out of this ghost place and find his way home.

Yang Tu hesitated for a moment, tears welled up in his eyes, and then nodded solemnly: "Okay."

Yan Shixun smiled lightly and closed his eyes, and gently patted Yang Tu's hair with his dry and warm palm: "You are so brave, you will be the pride of your second uncle."

Under Yan Shixun's comfort, Yang Tu seemed to have found his backbone, and followed closely behind Yan Shixun, not as afraid as before.

The two entered the mourning hall.

Martin boots stepped on the scattered yellow paper of joss sticks, and walked firmly to the coffin in the middle of the room.

Yan Shixun wanted to know if the man in the coffin was the man in the portrait, and what happened to the other tablets.

Even... How long has the corpse in the coffin been placed.

Yan Shixun's palm landed on the coffin board, and then suddenly exerted force.

"Squeak... creak—"

A heavy muffled sound slowly resounded in the dead silent mourning hall.