The sound was like a string of silver bell-like laughter, carrying an inexplicable sense of temptation.
I turned around subconsciously, and I seemed to feel something calling me from under the wellhead. But when I thought about it, the appearance of the female corpse from before suddenly appeared in my mind.
This thought didn't matter, it consumed all my courage in an instant. I screamed "Oh my god" and ran towards my hometown.
Fortunately, it was still early, and the weather in the past few days was not very good. No one had gotten up and walked around in the village early. I returned home safely. As soon as I got home, I rushed into my room and left the room.
The door was locked tightly, and I seemed to be vaguely afraid that something would come to the door.
Then I put the thing in my hand on the desk. It was a rusty iron box. If I remember correctly, this thing should have been placed on the stone platform. Why did it end up on the ground again?
Could it be that my father threw it away? But why did he do this?
Thinking of my father who disappeared again, I became irritated. All the things were piled up together, like a mess, and I didn't know when these days would end.
Then I picked up the iron box and shook it a few times. There was a dull banging sound inside. Driven by curiosity, I then found a hammer and broke a big hole in the thing.
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I don't know what the hell is stored in it. Once the iron box was broken, a stale stench came out from inside, just like a cesspool. The smell was really so irritating that it stung my eyes.
I held back my breath and shook the iron box, trying to pour out the contents.
It's just that the thing stored inside seems to be quite big, and it got stuck directly in the hole I made. After a while of my tugging, the thing barely managed to fall down.
This is a round bead the size of a fist. It is completely black and has a lot of pits on it. It looks like a kidney stone. This thing is greasy in your hand and seems to be stained with some filth.
I don’t know what this thing is, but the smell in the iron box was caused by this guy.
I was curious and took this thing to the toilet and washed it several times with washing powder. The smell on it was much lighter. But I didn’t know what material this thing was made of. No matter how I washed it, the smooth touch remained.
exist.
After observing for a moment, I still couldn't figure out the reason. I had no choice but to throw the bead aside and ignore it. I went to take a hot bath first. After I came out of the well, my whole body was covered with
Soaked in mud, he looks like a little beggar that no one wants.
I walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the water droplets from the shower rush to my body. Looking at the water mist rising around me, I began to think in my mind.
The originally dull pace of life changed in a strange direction when the village chief prepared to dig a well.
Where did the coffins in the well come from? After my father and Liu Banxian died underground, why did the corpses appear among those coffins? What were the origins of the other corpses in the coffins?
A series of questions were intertwined in my mind. As soon as I thought about it, I felt my head started to hurt. I had no choice but to give up temporarily.
After taking a shower, I lay on the bed and fell asleep. As for the weird bead I took out from the well, I temporarily left it aside. I slept until dawn, and I was confused by the noise outside.
I was woken up by the shouting, and I didn't know what kind of evil was going on outside today. There were shouts and firecrackers, and from time to time there was the sound of bells.
I woke up in a daze, leaned against the window and looked outside. What I saw next made me feel extremely angry.
At this moment, the village chief was leading a group of people to surround our yard. However, Liu Banxian, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a peach wood sword in his hand, started twisting and jumping around our yard, as if he was exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts.
As if, while dancing, he kept throwing some yellow paper in his hand.
What made me even more angry was that I saw a paper coffin placed behind these people, and my father's name was actually posted on the coffin. In my opinion, wasn't this a curse on my father?
At that time, I was so angry that I rushed downstairs to argue with them. But before I could speak, the village chief walked up to me with a grimace and explained,
"Yang Fan, something really happened in our village now, and another person died."
The village chief's words immediately confused me, and I asked in confusion, "Someone died? What's going on? Who died?"
To be honest, in this village, everyone is like a big group. Although there is no blood relationship between the neighbors, the uncles and uncles in the village have watched me grow up, and they are all similar to my elders. This fierce
Not only did I hear that someone had died, I felt very uncomfortable.
The village chief glanced at the team and said, "It's Li Er's father, Li Zhuzhu."
Li Zhuzhu is a dark, tall, middle-aged man who has never been sick or injured all year round. Some time ago, the village had to build a road. Li Zhuzhu even led people to work through the night for several days. His body was so strong that even a young man like me would be ashamed of it.
Rather, how could such a person die suddenly?
Li Er is now in this group of people. I didn't notice it before. His head was wrapped in a white cloth and he had a dull look on his face. It was as if Li Zhuzi's death had taken away the color of the world from him. But now I see
Li Er's face looked a little surprised. He didn't know why his face was a little dark, as if he was surrounded by a black energy.
"He must be feeling uncomfortable now that someone has died in his family." Perhaps it was out of a feeling of sympathy for each other. I can understand Li Er's mood very well at this moment.
In remote rural areas like ours, if the man who is the head of the family dies, it is like half the sky collapses.
It's just that I'm curious. Someone in Li Er's family died. Logically speaking, he should be preparing for his father's funeral. Why did he come to our house now?
This doubt arose in my mind, and then I looked at the expressions of the people around me and the embarrassed smile of the village chief, and suddenly I understood.
"Village Chief, do you think that Uncle Zhuzhu's death has something to do with my father?" I'm not stupid, some of these relationships can be straightened out after just a little thought.