After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

In the dark mountain, there is no light cast by the moon, and the heavy dark clouds cover the sky, as if the sky and the earth are blinded, unable to look down on the world.

The terrain of Nanming Mountain is difficult and dangerous. The steep peaks seem to plunge into the sky. With a silent and tall figure, it blocks everything from the outside world. The barrier is generally insurmountable.

The surrounding mountains surrounded the entire world, making the villages in the mountains like independent small worlds, free from the intrusion of other people, gods and ghosts.

This is such a dangerous place. If there is a master of Fengshui who stands on the top of the mountain and looks down, he will be shocked to find that here is the boundary where yin and yang meet.

It is also because of this that the magnetic field in this place is chaotic.

People in the past didn't know where the boundaries of the universe were, and the limitations of technology prevented them from exploring the truth, so they said that there was a round sky, and there were ends of the earth, and that would be the end of everything.

As for yin and yang, people in the past also believed that they had boundaries, even in the human world, there are places where they meet.

According to the legend, when the solar terms are handed over, the 28 constellations rotate and the gods hand over, there will be a momentary gap. During this period, it is the time when the yin and yang of the universe are most vulnerable and have no protection.

If someone happens to be on the boundary of Yin and Yang at this time, he can step from the land of Yang to the underworld.

And the souls of the dead in the underworld can also return to the underworld.

Life and death are in this moment, chaos and disorder.

However, the legend has been passed down for too long, the scriptures have been scattered and lost, and even the original source cannot be traced, and it has been repeatedly polished and lost in the process of spreading, and in the end it has changed beyond recognition.

Even if many people hear it, they only regard it as a storyteller's strange novel, and forget it with a smile after hearing it.

However, many sects that still have inheritance know that this legend originated from the Shiwanda Mountain in the southerly area.

The boundary between yin and yang is also located between the mountains.

Some people heard that there are still people and villages guarding this border in the world, like villages and towns that once guarded the border.

However, no one has actually seen such a village.Therefore, I only thought that this was a creation that was polished in the process of spreading the legend, which was not true.

There is nothing wrong with this statement.

What is the use of guarding a village where there is barely one person left?

Nan Tian only felt that he was plunged into darkness, and all the small wooden buildings, carrion bones, coffins and grandma all went away from him.

When he forced himself to open his eyes again, he found that he was at the door of his grandmother's house many years ago.

At the moment when he saw the surrounding scene clearly, Nan Tian was startled, thinking that the nightmare that had haunted him for many years had come back again.

But he soon discovered that this time was different from the nightmare he remembered.

He is no longer a childish image, nor does he hold food in his hand.

Instead, it was his grown-up appearance, holding a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums in his hand.

Nan Tian instantly remembered the white chrysanthemum he saw on Yan Shixun's coffin before he lost consciousness.With a start, he immediately threw the chrysanthemum in his hand.

But in the blink of an eye, the yellow chrysanthemum returned to his hand.

Nan Tian looked at the chrysanthemum in his hand in horror, and subconsciously wanted to run to the gate of the grandmother's house next door.

In his cognition, as long as he returns home and locks the door, he will be safe.

However, when Nan Tian turned his head, he couldn't move any further.

——In the courtyard where the gate was opened, there were many carrion corpses standing there.

Their bodies seemed to have been soaked in water for a long time, and they were already swollen, like a fat man weighing four hundred catties.Under the bluish-white skin that had been stretched translucent, one could vaguely see flowing yellowish pus, as well as the flesh and bones that had been separated from the skin.

The rotting corpse was still wearing pieces of cloth left over from decay, which didn't look like the style outside the mountain, but rather the clothes of the hometown in Nan Tian's memory.

The swollen faces of these rotting corpses could no longer recognize their original images, only pairs of red eyes stared blankly at Nan Tian.

Nan Tian was almost nauseated by this scene, and the feeling of nausea rushed up his throat.

He suddenly felt that this must be his dream—otherwise he would have vomited it out long ago.

After Nan Tian and those carrion corpses looked at each other, the carrion corpses that had been standing unconscious seemed to have received a signal. They slowly raised their eyes, and the red eyes stared at Nan Tian with hatred.

They seem to be asking—

Why, why did we die here, but only you survived?

Why, why!Come on, become one with us, all of us in the village, together forever.

The rotten corpse stretched out its arms, pointing straight at Nan Tian in a daze, and its legs, which were struggling to move, also walked in the direction of Nan Tian.

The smell was a mixture of stench and damp.

Nan Tian was overwhelmed by the sour and strong smell, and immediately reacted to the situation, and then ran away in a hurry.

However, he soon discovered that it wasn't just his own yard with rotting corpses.

In the courtyards of all the houses along the way, there were rotting corpses standing in a state of confusion.

After Nan Tian ran past the village road outside the door, it was as if the breath of a stranger disturbed the souls of the dead. Those rotting corpses came out of various yards unsteadily, staggered after Nan Tian, ​​and stretched out their hands to catch them. he.

But the swollen bodies of these carrion hamper their movement.

In the dense group of carrion corpses, several carrion corpses were squeezed or tripped to the ground, and the carrion corpses behind continued to move forward unconsciously, stepping on the carrion corpses that fell on the ground.

"Puff!"

Flesh and blood splattered.

When Nan Tian heard the voice and subconsciously turned around, he watched the swollen water mass burst open, splashing all around along with the flesh and blood inside.But the original rotting corpse quickly turned into a piece of human skin, which fell shriveled into the pool of flesh and blood.

But the strong visual stimulation also revived Nan Tian's long-awaited memory, and he suddenly recognized the face on the human skin.

It was the neighbor who died when I was young.

Nan Tian's pupils constricted.

He suddenly realized that if this one was the neighbor who died that year, then the other rotting corpses were also people who died in the village back then?

That year was the "ghost year", and many people died in the village... Is it possible that those who died have re-entered his dream after many years?

Nan Tian's heart was in a mess, and he couldn't help but slow down his running, always looking behind when he was distracted.

However, Nantian's speed slowed down. Along the way, he came out from every house to chase Nantian's carrion, but he never stopped the speed of chasing.

When Nan Tian sensed the crisis and came back to his senses, he was horrified to find that a rotting corpse had already caught up with him!

He watched the rotten and ferocious palm reaching out to him, and even the rotten smell was close at hand, but even though he was eager in his heart, he was already blocked by the rotting corpse, and it became difficult to run faster.

Nan Tian felt hopeless and desolate. He looked at the rotting corpses that were close to his face, wondering if he would really be killed by these things, and what would happen to him after he died in a dream, would it be the same? become such a disgusting thing...

At this moment, Nan Tian heard a shout from behind.

"Go away!"

The voice was old, but with an astonishing momentum, it frightened the rotting corpses that had been surrounding Nan Tian to scatter in all directions, looked behind Nan Tian in fear, then turned around in unison, and walked towards the yard where they originally came out.

For a moment, only Nan Tian was left standing on the empty village road, unable to recover.

If it wasn't for the exploding flesh and blood of rotting corpses remaining on the dirt road, Nan Tian would even wonder if what happened just now really happened.

It's... who helped me?

Nan Tian turned around in a daze, but when he saw the person standing behind him, he slowly opened his eyes wide.

The stooped old woman stood at the end of the village road, with her hands behind her back, her aging face was stern, so chilling that she could kill evil spirits.

The breeze picked up her white hair hanging from her temples and gently blew it in mid-air.

The image of the old woman gradually overlapped with Nan Tian's memory.

Although she was much, much older than her impression, as if she had been deprived of all vitality abruptly.But Nan Tian could still recognize that she was the grandmother he had missed for decades but never dreamed of again.

"Grandma!" Nan Tian shouted in surprise, and ran towards Grandma with her legs open.

He opened his arms excitedly, trying to hug Grandma.

Unexpectedly, Grandma's stern eyebrows did not loosen after seeing him, but showed anger instead.

"What are you doing back here?"

Grandma Nan asked sharply: "I'm not telling you, after leaving Nancun, never come back!"

Nan Tian was stunned: "Grandma..."

He wanted to say that he didn't do it on purpose, but in fact he had never been able to enter Nanming Mountain.

If it weren't for Director Zhang Wubing, he might not be able to come back for the rest of his life.

He wanted to say that he missed grandma very much, but he had never dreamed of grandma for decades, and even his voice and smile gradually faded away.

He wanted to say too much.

It's like a child who travels far and returns to his elders, all the strength he put up has turned into tears of grievance, and he wants to act like a baby to the elders.

Seeing Nan Tian's appearance, Grandma's eyes were a little moved for a moment.

She moved her lips, trembling as if she wanted to say something, and stretched out her hands behind her back, wanting to touch the grown-up child and take a good look at the child who hadn't grown up beside her.

However, Grandma quickly thought of something.

Her brows and eyes sharpened, and instead of meeting Nan Tian's embrace, she slapped him hard on the chest with her outstretched hand.

"Wake up!"

Grandma said bitterly: "Look at where you are, you are crying when you are about to die!"

This palm was merciless, it sent Nan Tian flying, and fell towards the three-way intersection.

He opened his eyes wide in astonishment, watching his grandmother getting farther and farther away from him.

In the next second, Nan Tian suddenly opened his eyes.

He was panting desperately, his heart was beating violently as if it was going to pop out of his chest.

Before he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that his chest, which was slapped by his grandmother in the dream just now, was so hot that he grinned in pain.

It was like a piece of red-hot coal being pushed into his chest by him.

Before Nan Tian had time to see his surroundings clearly, he quickly took out the thing from the clothes on his chest.

Then, he took a ball of shining light in his hand.

Nan Tian squinted his eyes and realized that it was a folk fabric.

Slowly withdrawing from the nightmare, he quickly realized that this was the life-saving thing that Yan Shixun gave him.

And with this light, Nan Tian could see clearly where he was.

Cramped, dark, damp.

The top and the bottom are pillowed on the ground, and there are wooden boards all around.

He's in...a coffin.

The bouncing coffin seemed to be carried on the shoulders of someone. The gloomy mountain wind robbed the temperature of the coffin through the planks, and it was as cold as a freezer.

Nan Tian forcibly suppressed his beating drum-like heartbeat, and listened carefully, but outside the coffin, the mountain wind roared and whimpered, like a group of ghosts crying on the mountain, echoing around.

On the steep mountain peak, there is only one narrow path leading to the outside of the mountain, which circles up the mountain wall.

Outside the path, there is an invisible bottomless abyss. Occasionally, gravel rolls down and falls off the cliff, but no echo can be heard for a long time.

The road was narrow to less than a foot, and only one person could pass through it.

There are potholes and defects everywhere on the dirt road that was stepped on by footprints, making people worry that if the next step is not stepped well, they will fall to the bottom of the cliff.

But on such a narrow path, there is a little bit of pale light, moving forward slowly.

The white light converged into a long strip on the mountain road, stretching endlessly.

Lanterns are held in the hands of every villager.

Their faces were stiff and sluggish, and their expressions were dull, not like living people.

While they held the lamp in one hand, they lifted the other hand to support the things carried on their shoulders.

Every two villagers carried a coffin on their shoulders.

They didn't say a word, just followed the leader in front of them numbly, and the whole team was so long that there was no end in sight.

And at the front, the silver-white robe dragged on the ground, exuding a moonlight-like brilliance under the pale lantern.

Master crossed his hands in front of him, with a calm smile on his face, but his eyes were shining with eager excitement.

It was as if what was about to be accomplished was his lifelong expectation.

……

Yan Shixun remembered very clearly that he was confronting that master and wanted to save Nan Tian, ​​but he could only watch as Nan Tian was stuffed into the coffin.

When he regained consciousness, he suddenly turned over and sat up, subconsciously making a defensive posture, remembering to save Nan Tian.

However, a childish voice came from beside him.

"Big brother?"

Yan Shixun followed the sound and looked.

But he found that a child looked up at him with a look of astonishment.

And that face... looks like a miniature version of Nan Tian.

Yan Shixun's pupils tightened.

He quickly looked up and looked around, and was surprised to find that he was no longer outside the small wooden building of the village chief's house in Changshou Village, and there was no rotting corpse or master in front of him.

What he is in now is an ordinary house, and the objects hanging everywhere are full of life.

The environment is peaceful and peaceful, with the blazing sun shining in from outside, and you can faintly hear the chirping of cicadas in summer.

It was as if he had just had a nightmare, and everything just now was just a scene in a nightmare, false.

Only what he sees now is real.

Yan Shixun closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the originally dazed eyes became firm again.

He lowered his eyes and asked the children beside him, "What is this place?"

The child blinked and said, "This is Nancun."

"Big brother, have you forgotten? I'm Nan Tian."

Yan Shixun whispered, repeating the other party's name.

He knew Nan Tian.

Only, it shouldn't be this one.