The sound sounded very scary, vague, but it kept ringing. The Xiang clan members didn't sleep all night, and couldn't sleep at all, because as soon as they closed their eyes, the sound went straight into their heads, making it even more terrifying.
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That night, a hundred or so people all sat there in a daze, gathering together and talking to encourage each other. In those years, we saw more dead people, and even more graves, so we were afraid but not enough.
The sound disappeared during the day, so no one paid attention and continued to build the village on the original site.
After a day's work, I rested at night, had dinner and prepared to go to bed. Unexpectedly, when the clock came around ten o'clock in the evening, the sound suddenly started ringing again, just as scary as yesterday.
Now, the people in Xiangjiatun were not calm anymore.
It doesn't matter if the house is not built yet, but if there is still noise after the village is built, how will we live?
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Isn’t this nonsense!
So, the people in the village discussed going over to see what the cause was. If it was an animal or something, they would drive it away or simply kill it.
They selected a dozen strong men with knives and sticks and slowly followed the source of the sound. When they walked three miles away, they found the place where the sound appeared, which was among a dozen old graves.
Sent from the place where it is.
More than a dozen men were all trembling, because after they walked in, they discovered that the sound was actually coming from the grave, and it was sounding out of thin air when there was nothing around them.
The sound surrounded the empty cemetery, making the calves of those who saw it cramped. Even if they saw jackals, tigers, leopards, etc., they were not afraid, but this movement made no sense. Who wouldn't be afraid?
"Yes, do you want to go over and see what's going on?" Someone was discussing: "There are about ten of us and some guys with us, is everything okay?"
"Get out of here, you damn kid. You're so brave. I want to go to you, but I don't dare."
In the end, no one of more than a dozen people dared to go to the old tomb to look at it. They all came back in a hurry. Then they told the people in the village about it, and everyone thought it was too evil.
It was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so the people in Xiangjiatun decided to leave here. The village was not built here and another location was chosen.
In those days, people still believed in ghosts and gods. If there was no movement on the dozen or so lonely graves, no one would be afraid. But at night, there would be sounds, which was too scary.
More than a hundred people moved overnight. After walking four or five miles, the sound suddenly disappeared and could no longer be heard.
So the people in Xiangjiatun rested where they were and waited for a day. The next night there was still no sound, so the villagers decided not to find another place at all, but to build the village here.
Therefore, there is now Xiangjiatun.
Originally, all the villagers knew about it and had heard it from the elders at home. Although everyone knew about it, no one cared about it, and over time they almost forgot about it.
In the past few decades, the people in Xiangjiatun have lived a very good life without any accidents. In addition, during the day, villagers often go up to the mountains to pick wild vegetables and mushrooms. They have seen those dozen graves, and some people have even walked in. What's the situation?
It never happened, and decades passed, and gradually no one took those lonely graves seriously.
If someone hadn't suddenly mentioned it today, probably no one would have cared.
But now when someone mentions it, people in the village start to murmur.
Humans are cranky and suspicious creatures.
Because although nothing happened in the village in the past six months or so, the Xiang family has been in trouble one after another, several times in a row, especially now that the third child of the Xiang family has disappeared out of thin air, tying together the recent events.
Now that ghosts are attacking the wall again, the villagers naturally think that there is something wrong with those old graves.
Xiang Que's grandfather said: "Okay, that's all rumors after all. What are we really doing? Even if we encounter ghosts and hit the wall, there's nothing to be afraid of. There are dozens of us who are all gentlemen. We have strong firepower and Yang Qi. Even if we have
We are not afraid of any strange things coming."
Even though I say this, the villagers are actually a little trembling. Many of them are not afraid of encountering jackals or other things, but who is not afraid of evil things?
Xiang Laoshi also said: "Let's go out hand in hand. Maybe we can walk out after a while. We all grew up in the village. Who doesn't know this area of dozens of miles? Everyone on this mountain and down the mountain
We have walked through every inch of land, this is the door of our own home, what the hell are we afraid of?"
After more than half an hour, dozens of people were getting a little tired, but the situation had not changed. They were still wandering around here and there, and the grass on the ground was almost trampled to the ground.
Complaints began to spread, and mutterings could often be heard in the crowd. Now some people were beginning to be dissatisfied. It was no longer important to them whether they could find the child or not. What mattered was that they could get out.
At this moment, the crowd suddenly became quiet and everyone stopped talking, because a vague voice began to come over, and everyone looked towards the west. They knew that direction was where more than a dozen old tombs were.
Where it is.
"Woo...crunch, crunch...woo"
The sound became louder and louder, from vague to non-existent to continuous.
"Yes, it's that sound. It turns out that this sound has been making noise all along. It's been so many decades, but it's still making sound."
The villagers have not heard the elders describe the sounds they heard when they first arrived, but at this moment everyone realizes that what is reaching their ears must be what the Xiang clan members heard when they fled here.
The one that arrived.
The crowd began to panic. People back then only heard this sound, but they didn't encounter ghosts hitting the wall. People before were able to leave when they heard the noise. Now they can't leave even if they want to, and can only circle in place.
"What should we do? What the hell should we do? What the hell is going on?" Someone started shouting, hoping that the other three teams that were searching the mountain would hear their shouts and come over.
What everyone thinks is that the more people there are, the better. There are hundreds of people in the village. If they all get together, they will be bolder.
It was a pity that their shouts could not be heard, and there were echoes in the woods. They seemed to be locked in a closed space, but everyone could tell that this was a woods.
At this moment, fog began to form in the mountains. A faint white mist slowly spread from the west of the forest to the crowd. Although the white mist came very slowly, everyone could see clearly that the mist came over.