The gate of this village was originally made of thick pine wood, and it was covered with a layer of oil, which made it appear very strong. However, it is now in tatters, as if it had been smashed by something. We can see from the broken gate.
Walking in from the entrance, I saw rows of earthen graves on the green grassland on the left. The soil above still had fresh traces of turning. It was obvious that the people buried below had not been dead for a long time.
We walked over and saw that there was no monument in front of the tomb. There were wooden stakes erected hastily, with a rough grimace carved on them, a huge mouth, and empty eyes, and then covered with blue cloth strips. It should be
They are the clothes worn by the deceased during his lifetime.
A rough count shows that there are more than twenty graves.
Like the Han people, most of the Miao people practice burial, but they have never said that they bury their dead at the gate of the village. After all, the dead are dead, and the living still have to live their own lives. No matter who sees this row of rows every day
The graves will not be in a good mood.
Things seem very strange. There are dozens of wooden houses in this village, all of which are old-fashioned, and the architectural style is also very crude. The layout of the front and back of the houses is similar to that in the ordinary countryside of Jinping, but it is rare to see cement flats.
Tamp it with soil. I followed Yang Cao and cautiously approached a room at the entrance of the village. The door was ajar. After entering, the furniture inside was made of wood and bamboo. There was also smoke and smoke from people living there.
burn.
Scanning around, I found that the house was simple and rough, not modern, and the rooms were narrow and no one was there.
However, it is worth mentioning that this room is quite clean, and there are no common spider webs in the beams and corners.
In the dark room, I saw a hazy shadow on the ground. I turned on my flashlight and looked at it. It was a big mouse with shiny black hair. It was as fat as a kitten and walked slowly. We followed it with our flashlight.
Looking forward, I saw a man lying on a wooden couch. All the flesh on his limbs had been eaten away, revealing thick white bones. His abdomen was hollow, and inside there was a nest of chirping little mice, slithering around.
go.
When we walked over, the big rat was not afraid of people. Instead, it pounced on him ferociously. I kicked him with my big foot and threw him against the wall. His head was bruised and bleeding, and he died with a cry.
Corpse shrews eat human flesh and become resentful. They are as fat as kittens. They are full of venom and are extremely ferocious. They choose people and devour them.
This thing usually appears in the piles of dead people after wars, and is the main culprit in spreading the vicious plague.
We walked up to the wooden bed and observed the dead person: she was an older woman, most of her face had been chewed off, and her horrible teeth were exposed. They were yellow and black, and exuded a very unpleasant rancid smell. Yang
Cao took out a bone needle and pierced her temple. When he pulled it out, he looked at the minced meat on it and said that the person died no more than three days ago. Hmm... It's strange, how could there be no flies?
Are there any kind of insects or flies?
Although it is close to late autumn, the temperature in this valley is very abnormal. Yesterday when we camped by the stone wall of the ruins, we were still troubled by mosquitoes. If it weren't for the smell of fat bugs, we might not be able to sleep well, and here
It was really strange that the person had been dead for several days, and the putrid smell was exuding, but there were no insects or flies around. But I soon found the answer: next to the wooden couch, there was a bamboo shrine with incense ash ground on it.
box, and root-carved statues of the Five Plagues—this family keeps poisonous insects,
Although Gu is a fusion of all kinds of poisons, it is naturally clean and has a strong repulsion towards insects, flies and other things.
It's just that it's not rat-proof, but the rats eat away the skin and flesh.
Yang Cao took out a small bottle from his clothes and sprinkled some white powder on the corpse. In this kind of weather, if the dead are allowed to rot and become smelly, it is easy to cause a plague. Even if we don't collect the corpse, we still need to do preventive work.
Do it. The white powder is very toxic. If you sprinkle it little by little, black smoke will immediately come out. A dozen little mice as big as thumbs will try to escape. After taking a few steps, they will all kick their legs and die.
We walked out of this house and entered several more. Some rooms were empty, but in others we could see dead people, and they were usually those who had just died, only three or two days ago. There were many reasons for their death.
Some had their throats bitten, some had several holes in their chests and abdomen, some had no scratches on their bodies, and their eyes suddenly bulged to death, and some bodies were torn apart or so damaged by corpse shrews that they couldn't see clearly.
After walking around the village, there was no one alive.
This village was massacred.
We gathered in front of the Drum Tower and began to exchange our views on this matter. There are a few things worth mentioning here. As an aboriginal of Qingshan Realm, a person from Segai Village closest to this vast forest, Lao Jin said that he had never heard of it.
After such a village, there are some seedling villages in the Qingshan world. Some live on the mountains several thousand meters above sea level and never go down the mountain all year round. Some live in the old forests, but more or less, some names will be spread, and some
Young people go out to make a living. Counting it up, Segai Village used to be a village for growing seedlings, but now it has access to cars. How could such a situation happen?
Secondly, I personally visited nearly ten houses, and actually found that six of them had statues of the Five Plagues enshrined in them, and most of them were people cultivating poisons.
Thirdly, there is not a single modern thing or object in these people’s homes.
This is a mysterious village, a village filled with mist. Everything seems very strange. The people here used to enjoy a peaceful pastoral life. However, when we arrived here, we found that the entire village was...
Except for the more than twenty cemeteries, everyone else has died, and the time of death was only a few days.
What on earth is going on? How could things happen by such a coincidence?
At the end of 2008, time-travel novels were in the ascendant. Xiao Zhou, who had always been very silent, made a rare joke, saying, could it be that we fell from the waterfall and traveled through time? We laughed, but undoubtedly thought of one thing: Could it be that we fell from the waterfall and traveled through time?
This village is just like the "Peach Blossom Spring" described by Mr. Tao Yuanming. It is hidden from the world and self-sufficient. "I don't know that there is Han, Wei or Jin"?
Perhaps only this can explain everything we see.
But, how did they keep their village from being seen by outsiders? Did the scary and weird legends that Lao Jin said scare people away? Or did the dwarf mules serve as part of the outer barrier?
We had a discussion, and Hu Wenfei told us that after passing this village, there is a large paddy field behind. However, at the end, looking from a distance, there is a large wide-mouthed cave, from where the stream disappears.
In the darkness, we don't know if there is a way up the mountain. Instead of trying so hard to find the way, we should try to find out if there are any living people in the Miao village. If so, the information we can get from him should be more accurate. And
, we can also know what the situation is here.
The upper reaches collapsed, the path was piled with rocks, and the lower reaches was a dark cave. The method Hu Wenfei mentioned is indeed more effective than blindly searching for the exit.
But...are there any survivors here?
We came to the largest building in the Miao village, the stone ancestral temple of the Fang clan. Miao villages usually have ancestral temples, also called ancestral halls, which are places for worshiping ancestors, holding talks within the clan, and enforcing clan laws. In ancient times, there was still a chieftain system.
In ancient times, this was a place that represented power and majesty, so it was particularly sacred. The clan leader could formulate laws and decide the life and death of his clan members here.
This is the largest ancestral temple I have ever seen.
I originally thought that this small village with only thirty or forty households might have more than a dozen rows of memorial tablets in the main hall. However, when I walked into the room with the bluestone floor, what I saw was a mess. However, the main hall
The tablets that are on the shelf, scattered on the ground, and broken into several pieces are worth three to four hundred yuan. What is this concept? According to the Miao family's old tradition, only the clan leader or those who have made special contributions to the clan can
Only then can you sit in the main hall and enjoy the incense offered by future generations.
I randomly picked up a tablet. The words on it were crooked and not familiar to me.
Yang Cao took it, looked at it for a while, and said hesitantly, could it be Guyelang's writing?
I was just about to laugh at how ridiculous he was when I suddenly heard Ma Haibo's shouting outside. My heart tightened and I immediately ran out the door. I saw Ma Haibo shouting loudly in the distance, as if he was chasing something. Everyone around him looked surprised.
Their expressions turned alert, and they clenched the weapons in their hands and ran forward one after another. I took the lead and quickly ran through four or five houses and shouted to Ma Haibo what was going on?
Ma Haibo answered me and said that he had just seen a thin figure running out of the room over there and he saw it.
I was shocked, could it be a dwarf mule?
When I thought of this hateful little thing, the anger in my heart burned. I didn't hesitate at that moment and ran wildly in the direction Ma Haibo pointed. I had been possessed by the golden silkworm for more than a year, and my body's explosive power was not inferior to that of a professional.
The sprinter put forth his strength and quickly caught up. However, what surprised me was that the person in my sight was not a dwarf mule, but a little girl.
This girl was a little over 1.3 meters tall. She was wearing thin coarse clothes, black and blue, and she ran very fast with bare feet. She seemed to be very frightened, and she screamed and screamed as she ran.
I was overjoyed. I was talking about being alive just now, and now it appears. Could it be that the gods in the sky are taking care of us?
I was so excited that I trembled all over. I quickly caught up with her and grabbed the right hand of this thin yellow-haired girl. She turned her head and saw that she was a delicate girl with delicate eyebrows and skin as white as milk.
It is completely different from ordinary rural children. The only regret is that when she opened her mouth to bite me, her teeth were a little black - this was caused by long-term drinking of hard water with extremely high calcium content.
What a pity, what a pity...for such a little loli, bad teeth are a big problem!
Before the sigh in my heart stopped, I felt a pain in my arm, and my face became distorted.
Hey, this little girl bites, it really hurts!<
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