The morning when I woke up from the isolated village on the first day was unpleasant.
The chattering wind and rain outside the window are mixed with the noise of people. The smell of stale and musty smell is everywhere in your breath.
Yes.
get mouldy.
The whole house is moldy!
Those molds, brown, green, yellow, gray and black, bit by bit, in clusters, in pieces, spread among the beams, walls, and window sills, then invaded under the bed, climbed to the foot of the bed, and multiplied between the bed board and the straw.
, and finally penetrated through the pillow and into the person's head...
Li Changan stared and thought wildly for a while.
It was even more noisy outside.
He couldn't lie down, so he got out of bed and went out.
"What's going on?!"
A panicked voice from the yard returned:
"The spring flowers are gone."
Immediately, another more panicked voice sounded.
"Xiang Andai is also missing!"
…
The ancestral hall enjoys the hall.
"Last night, I stayed with Chunhua, but then I couldn't stand it anymore, so I accidentally fell asleep. Later, I don't know what time it was, I vaguely heard the sound of opening the door. I was in a daze at that time, but
I thought she was going to the toilet and didn't think much about it. But when I got up this morning, I couldn't find her anywhere... It's all my fault, I know clearly that Chunhua is not in good spirits right now..."
After saying this, Xiao Shu started sobbing softly. Yi Baohua carefully comforted her, while the others turned their attention to Wang Zhongguo.
"Yesterday, didn't we find a coffin for Xiao Xiang? But when I woke up this morning, I saw that the position of the coffin lid was a little wrong. I was shocked at the time. Later, when I heard you said that Xiao Ma was missing, I thought,
Was it like what was shown on TV, where she got into the coffin and died in love? But when I opened the coffin lid, there was nothing inside."
A paragraph of words was spoken, leaving two words that weigh heavily on everyone's hearts: die for love.
"With such a heavy rain, Ma Chunhua, a girl and dragging a dead person, can't go very far."
Li Changan clapped his hands to call everyone's attention.
"It might still be too late to look for them separately now."
…………
Deserted village in cold rain.
Li Changan stepped on the rubble and passed through a half-collapsed house.
This house is not much different from other buildings in the village: the wooden beams and door hinges have rotted and fallen off, fallen into the mud, accompanied by weeds, and buried by the rubble from the collapse, leaving the stone walls stubbornly standing year after year, occasionally
When I saw a coffin, there was definitely no bones. At most, there were a few basil grasses and a few clusters of mushrooms growing inside.
The only difference may be that the dead rat in the corner is shriveled and rotting, and the corpse is covered with colorful mold, as if it is covered with a layer of colorful hair.
Gorgeous and decadent.
Li Changan pinched his nose.
It's not that hypocritical.
But in order to search for Ma Chunhua, he used the Chonglong Jade. Unsurprisingly, the heavy rain washed away the remaining breath; and unexpectedly, this isolated village in the mountains was filled with a familiar smell, even after the heavy rain washed away
The pungent musty smell won’t go away!
When he woke up this morning, the Taoist priest only thought that his room was moldy, but now, he went to look at the moss-covered stone bricks on the wall, the rotten furniture buried under weeds, and the abandoned and scattered coffins... Banban
Dotted and layered, there is mold everywhere.
The whole mountain village is moldy!
Especially in these collapsed houses, the musty smell was as strong and pungent as a mad dog, chasing Li Changan's nose and driving him into the alley.
"Ma Chunhua!"
he shouted loudly.
Several "echoes" came from far away in the rain curtain.
That was because other people were searching hard in other directions, but unfortunately, just like the Taoist priests, there was no response.
Li Changan lingered in Quxiang for a while, then pinched his nose and got into the next yard.
Old steps.
First, he checked the well. The wellhead was filled with bluestone and sealed with moss. There were no traces of movement. Then he looked at the beams, which were rotten and broken and could not hold anything. Finally, he checked the hidden corner... Li Changan stopped.
Most of this wall has collapsed, leaving a small section standing in the ruins with flowing mud and water. There is a statue of a god embossed on it, and the carving is unusually delicate and delicate.
Li Changan still remembers the main purpose of his coming here: to be a nanny... no, to be wary of a weird religion with unknown gods, unknown followers, and unknown followers.
He stepped forward and looked at it carefully.
This is a ferocious god with a skeleton on his feet, a snake around his body, a pig nose and hawk eyes, a beard and a halberd, and a ferocious aura that is almost ready to pounce on people.
The heavy rain swept over me, and only myself and the statue of the god in front of me were left alone in the world.
The closer you get and the more you look at it, the more you feel that the carvings are exquisite and vivid.
In a trance.
It was as if this evil spirit had come alive in the heavy rain.
It held the snake's head high with one hand and fisted in front of its body with the other hand. The meridians on its neck were bulging, its mouth was bleeding, its fangs were exposed, and it was screaming in a hissing voice.
"喖唔嗦参."
It’s not just conjecture!
A vague sound was like a poisonous snake lying in the grass, suddenly entering the ears from behind.
The Taoist priest was inspired.
With a glance from the corner of his eye, he caught a strange face with a shaggy head and chicken skin under the shadow of the eaves behind him!
Subconsciously.
Turn around, stare, and draw your sword.
However, when his hand reached his waist, it was empty.
At this moment, Li Changan realized two things.
First, his sword had been sent to be recast a long time ago and was not with him at all.
Secondly, the owner of the face does not smell like a ghost.
To be precise, it was just a person, an old man, at most, someone who was so old that he didn't look like a human being.
He was hiding under the shadow of the dilapidated eaves. His figure was as stooped as if his spine had been broken. His white hair was sparse and messy, and his face was slack and thin, as if the mottled old skin was hanging on a skull.
It was really not very polite to describe a person like this. Li Changan felt guilty in his heart and laughed at himself for being so neurotic.
"Old man?"
I called out, but the other party didn't respond. He just pointed his yellow eyes hidden under his folds at the Taoist priest, no, it should be said to be the statue on the wall behind the Taoist priest, and kept chanting in his mouth, his words unclear.
The Taoist priest was hesitating whether he should leave of his own accord.
In the rain curtain.
"Deputy Captain Li, have you found Ma Chunhua?"
A shout came from a distance, and a man in a raincoat and glasses came running over from the alley. It was Zeng Guangwen.
"What about you?" Li Changan asked.
"No one was found." He waded through a patch of muddy water, came closer, and added, "I went to the professors and asked them, but they couldn't find anyone, so I came over to you to have a look."
"Me too, I just wanted to ask if I had seen this man."
Hearing what Li Changan said, Zeng Guangwen noticed the existence of the old man. After a little fussing, he introduced to Li Changan that this old man was one of the only villagers in the village, with the Chinese surname "Wei".
"Uncle Wei!" he shouted in the old man's ear, "Have you eaten?!"
The old man's dull and cloudy pupils moved slightly and turned towards him.
Zeng Guangwen quickly continued shouting.
"Have you seen Ma Chunhua?! She's the little girl in our team!"
The old man's pupils moved again, but he turned back, facing the statue, and continued to mutter something.
Zeng Guangwen felt bored and had no choice but to leave the yard with Sansan and Li Changan.
After leaving the door, Li Changan looked back with some feeling.
The old man was still facing the statue, standing motionless under the dilapidated eaves. With his rickety body, blue-grey old clothes, and loose, dull skin, he looked like a mass of mildew embedded in the wall.
The vague chanting became even more blurred in the rain.
Li Changan could only hear four syllables clearly.