Dining tables were set up in the center of the village, and many villagers had arrived early. Everyone was happily thinking about a bright future, and everyone had a smile on their face.
Yes, people in the grave village love to laugh.
"The village chief is here!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Applause!"
"Wait, wait, I haven't spoken yet!"
"Wonderful!"
"Are you stupid?! You have to wait until the village chief speaks before you shout!"
The gray-haired village chief is respected by all villagers and has dedicated his life to the village.
Walking onto the simple temporary stage, the village chief looked at the familiar faces in the audience. He didn't want to look at everyone, and his eyes gradually drifted into the distance.
The grave village is built in a huge sinkhole, which is the garbage disposal center of the cities outside. Those living on the ground will constantly throw all kinds of garbage and abandoned objects into the deep pit.
Perhaps also because of the poor living environment, there are almost no normal-looking villagers in the grave village, and everyone is more or less deformed. Their minds may still be the same as ordinary people, but in terms of appearance, they are no longer the same.
The people outside the village are regarded as the same kind.
Looking up, the old village chief felt as if he was stuck in an abyss. More and more garbage was being brought in from outside, and the grave village was being buried deeper and deeper. The people in this village would probably never be able to climb out.
There is a stench in the air, but the villagers of Feng Village don't care. The garbage thrown into the deep pit is a treasure that can make money for them. Only by constantly dealing with garbage can they change their bad situation and have enough money to buy
Take drugs to extend your miserable life.
The world under the sun produces garbage. People throw the garbage into deep pits and pay the residents of the grave village to deal with the garbage. This seems natural, but it is not what the village chief pursues.
There is a ghost buried under the grave village, and the village cannot be relocated, so the village chief hopes that people outside will stop throwing garbage into the pit, but actually come down, help, change, and build the pit.
Fengcun doesn't need those dirty and negative things, he wants to let in some positive things.
The old village chief had a good idea, but he far underestimated the greed and evil of humans and the terrifying madness of ghosts.
"Under the leadership of Village Chief Fu, everyone in our Fen Village has lived a good life. I would like to invite the village chief to speak!" A young man in a suit shouted loudly next to the stage. He has a lively and cheerful personality and a special voice.
It sounds good, but it is incompatible with the overall atmosphere of Fengcun. It is more like the rich second generation coming to the big city to experience life.
All the villagers fell silent, and everyone looked at the old village chief on the stage.
The white-haired old village chief's lips moved slightly. He was extremely entangled in his heart. After struggling for a long time, he still did not tell the truth. Instead, he squeezed out a smile: "I have been working hard to maintain the communication between the grave village and the above-ground city, and I have succeeded.
We have secured the third relief fund for everyone. If we work together in the future, we will definitely be able to live a better life!"
The villagers did not need to be reminded and clapped spontaneously. The village chief has been busy working for the village for a long time and all the villagers trust him.
"Everyone has a good meal and a good drink. After we have had enough wine and food, and gathered enough strength, we will open the grave to worship the ghosts and gods tonight!"
After the old village chief finished speaking, he walked off the stage. Instead of eating with the villagers, he led the young man in a suit back to his home.
Looking at the clock in the house, the old village chief frowned: "Third brother, go call your two brothers over and tell them that I have something very important to explain to them."
"It's eight o'clock in the evening, and there are only four hours left before the grave opening and the memorial ceremony. The eldest brother and the second brother must be busy..."
"Go if I tell you to! Hurry up!" The old village chief changed from his usual kindness and became particularly strict today.
After he waited for the young man to leave, he took out a piece of paper from the drawer and wrote a few words very carefully.
At 8:20, the door of the village chief's house was pushed open, and a tall and burly middle-aged man walked into the house carrying a bamboo basket on his back.
His body is covered with various paints, and he looks very handsome. If he were outside the grave village, his face alone would be enough to become a star.
"Dad, are you looking for me?"
"Why did you come here now?"
"I was handling dangerous items in the garbage dump, and then I found him..." The middle-aged man gently put down the bamboo basket, and he took out a little baby from it: "This child was not born in Fengcun, he should be
Abandoned by his biological parents, he was treated as garbage and thrown into a deep pit."
The middle-aged man was very gentle. He seemed to be afraid of waking up the baby and spoke in a very low voice: "His will to survive is very strong. It is a miracle that he can support himself in the deep pit until now."
"If you bring this child into the grave village, you might as well let him fend for himself." The old village chief was a little negative.
"Why? Isn't the third child also an orphan adopted by you? You have always taught us that we should give back to the beauty of this world and fill the dark world with color..." The middle-aged man felt that something was on his father's mind.
"This is indeed what I taught you, but many times we are not only unable to make the world full of color, but also our original colors are erased by the dark world." The old village chief sighed: "Today the Joint Crisis Response Center gave me the final message
Showdown."
"What did they say?"
"Fengcun has spread a large number of plagues and unknown diseases to the outside world. In order to curb this situation from the source, the Joint Crisis Response Center wants to abandon Fengcun, completely bury the big tomb, and cut off all access between Fengcun and the outside world.
"The old village chief stretched his arms. The grave village was his life's work, and he did not expect such an ending.
"Are those people blind?! The reason why grave villages produce plagues and diseases is because they dump all their negative emotions and garbage here! Instead of curing the villagers and cleaning up the garbage, they want to bury us all alive?
!" The middle-aged man's voice became louder obviously, and he was filled with anger: "Even if they cut off the connection between Fengcun and the outside world, as long as the garbage continues to be produced, the ghosts under Fengcun will come out sooner or later! By then,
If they try to remedy it, it will be too late!"
Perhaps because he was frightened by the middle-aged man's voice, the baby in the bamboo basket woke up and started crying.
"People never learn lessons. Only when a crisis comes, they will unite together. After the crisis is over, killing each other is the norm." The old village chief is getting older. He does not feel angry, but is unwilling:
"Now we have only two choices, accept the help of those on the ground, completely fall to them, destroy the pit, and find a way to kill or seriously injure the ghosts in the grave; or release the ghosts in the grave and become the ghosts in the grave.
, and then led all the ghosts to occupy the buildings on the ground, turning the cities on the ground into new 'grave villages'."
After hearing the old village chief's words, the anger on the middle-aged man's face slowly disappeared, and he calmed down: "Fengcun is our home, and I know how dirty and unbearable this place is, but why..."
"Either help others, or become a ghost." The old village chief waved his hand and did not let the middle-aged man continue: "Tell me your choice."
"I..." The middle-aged man's eyes slowly moved to the bamboo basket. He looked at the abandoned orphan and made no choice until the end.
When a person is caught by fate, it is actually difficult for him to make a perfect choice. Most of the time, he is already in the game before he has a chance to make a choice.
The door of the old house was pushed open again, and a young man in a suit and a carpenter came in. The carpenter had a deformed face and looked very ugly. He was carrying a wooden box in his hand filled with various tools.
, many buildings and furniture in Fencun were built by him.
"Dad, I've brought my second brother here." The young man had a very good personality. He hadn't noticed the solemn atmosphere in the room yet. When he saw the frightened and crying abandoned baby in the bamboo basket, he ran over and hummed a ballad softly to coax him.
The baby falls asleep.
"Although you are not related by blood to me, I have always treated you as my biological children. You are the people I trust most in Feng Village." The old village chief took out an envelope from the drawer and handed it to the wearer.
The young man in a suit: "This is my will. You can't open it until you leave the pit."
"Will?" The young man stood up immediately. He didn't dare to pick it up: "Dad, you are fine, why did you give me this thing?"
"I have tried very hard to delay it, but now the conflict between the two parties has reached an irreconcilable point." The old village chief looked out the window, and the towering mountains of garbage filled the surrounding area of the grave village.
The village is getting further and further away from the ground.
"The villagers are very happy, and they are more and more sympathetic to the people on the ground. As long as we persist, we will definitely be able to make changes!" The young man was a little naive.
"The villagers are happy because the people on the ground are constantly mobilizing resources to appease Fengcun to avoid trouble. But now the Joint Crisis Response Center has decided to stop funding Fengcun. What those people on the ground don't want is harmonious coexistence at all. They
They think Fengcun is a time bomb. What they need is to completely destroy this place!" The old village chief said in a serious voice: "And it's not just the people on the ground who are forcing us to choose sides. Have you noticed that the villagers in Fengcun have also become more and more serious?
Are they scared? Because they have been with negative garbage for a long time, their deformities have become more and more serious, things that hurt people and lost control have begun to increase, and the ghosts under the grave have also become active."
None of the three children of the old village chief made any further objections because they knew what the old village chief said was true.
"We all want the people enjoying the sunshine on the ground and the grave villages under the pits to coexist harmoniously, but time is not on our side." The old villager frowned: "The coexistence area I envisioned has not been built yet.
The buffer zone that can collect positive emotions from humans on the ground is still being tested, so we must do everything we can to buy time!"
"Dad, what do you want to do?" The carpenter who had been silent spoke up. He didn't like to talk, and his body was severely deformed. Unlike the other two children of the old village chief, he looked more like a ghost than a human.
"I have a plan to bet on the future, which may delay the outbreak of disaster for decades." The old village chief opened the bed board, and there were several black packages hidden underneath: "This is provided by the Joint Crisis Response Center.
The 'medicine' for the deformed villagers of Fengcun, which combines the wisdom of all the insiders on the ground, can blow up the entire village."
"But..." The young man wanted to interrupt.
"No but, I have thought carefully about every step." The old village chief interrupted the young man directly and continued: "The people on the ground are not yet able to deal with the ghosts in the graves. The strength of the two sides is very different. Once the graves are
When the ghost inside comes out, people have no chance to resist. So I want to enter the tomb with the three of you and become the unspeakable ghost in the mouth of the villagers during this year's worship ceremony!"
"A ghost?" None of the three children expected that their most beloved father would say such a thing.
"We need to do our best to kill the ghosts in the graves and balance the strength of both sides so that the ghosts in the graves dare not come out for the time being." The old village chief's eyes were a little red. The three children had never seen him like this.
"There are a lot of ghosts in the tomb. Just the four of us can't kill them all. The difference in strength is too big!" The middle-aged man has entered the tomb before and is very aware of the horror in the tomb.
"I know, so now I'm ready to lose my mind." The old village chief lowered his voice: "I told you a long time ago that there is a special little box in my mind. It is because of that little box
existence, so I can meet you."
The three children nodded, recalling the warm memories of the past.
"As the owner of that box, after I made the final choice and became an unspeakable ghost, I could gain the despair of previous box owners, allowing me to possess extremely terrifying abilities in a short period of time. But after using this ability,
My soul will slowly dissipate." The old village chief did not hide anything from his three children: "When the memorial ceremony begins, I will declare my intention to completely destroy the big tomb and kill the ghosts in the tomb. When we enter the tomb
After that, I will open the box and kill or seriously injure the most terrifying ghosts in the grave first. After using that special ability, I need one of you three to kill me with your own hands!"
The old village chief's eyes swept over the three children, and finally stopped at the carpenter: "The ghosts in the grave don't know that my ability can only exist for a short time. When they are retreating, if you kill me, not only can you
The escape of my consciousness can also allow you to gain the recognition of the evil ghost in the grave."
"After the unspeakable ghost flies away, all traces in this world will be erased, so I can only be killed by you, in a special way, to carry out a premeditated death. Only in this way can I be allowed to live in the world."
Save something before 'death'!"
The old village chief did not have the ability to reconcile the people on the ground with the ghosts in the grave, nor did he have the ability to truly destroy the big tomb. All his plans needed time to be perfected, but neither the people on the ground nor the ghosts in the grave were prepared to give in.
At this time, he also has very little life left.
For the ideal future in his mind, the old village chief decided to open a certain side of the box in his mind and make the final choice. He would spend everything he had to buy time for the arrival of the next era.
This chapter has been completed!