I am your natural enemy

Wang Jianjun didn't remember what happened when he was a child. He hadn't been back for decades and didn't know anyone. Now that he saw that a villager who helped with the burial was not only still alive, but also willing to help, Wang Jianjun hurriedly gave him a smoke.

"Uncle, I'm sorry to trouble you, but I'm going to show you the way."

"It's okay. We're all from the same village. If anyone has something to do, just shout. It's no trouble." The old man took the cigarette and replied cheerfully.

In the village, this kind of thing is normal. In the past, the default rule was to help with everything from business to business. No money was given, but food was taken care of.

Everyone goes to any house that has something to do. A village relies on this kind of thing to unite. Now there are fewer people in the village, and there are even fewer young people, but it is still customary to go and help with things related to red and white.

Wang Jianjun hadn't been back for decades and knew this, but knowing that Gui Gui knew it, he still stuffed a cigarette to express his gratitude.

After all, things are different now than before, and we can’t take these things for granted.

The new fellow's surname is also Wang, which is a local surname. Wang Jianjun doesn't know what his surname is. He only knows that he is the fifteenth among his peers and has been called Wang Fifteen for so many years.

After a few people had breakfast, they brought some food and water. In case they couldn't come back at noon, they would save it for lunch and afternoon.

After walking on the mountain trail for an hour, Wang Shiwu took out his hatchet to clear the way. He cut down the low branches and pushed aside the dry weeds, and then he could vaguely see that there really seemed to be a path that had been covered with grass. Small dirt road covered with weeds.

In late autumn and early winter, it is still impossible to tell the way here at a glance, which at least proves that no one has been here for a long time.

Most of Zhongyuan County is composed of relatively gentle plains, but there are still large stretches of mountainous land in the west. The level of development here is not high, and the planting area is not high. It is completely incomparable with the large areas heading east.

Walking in a place like this, Wang Jianjun recalled the memories that emerged in his mind from yesterday to today.

He remembered that when he was young, his grandfather would lock the door and lock him in the house when he was about to go out. He would prepare delicious food for him before going out, and occasionally steam an egg full of honeycomb for him. Soup, and give me two drops of sesame oil.

He now knows why he always feels that the current sesame oil is no longer fragrant. He always has a stubborn thought that the current sesame oil is not as good as before.

It is unlikely that he will ever have the feeling that just a few drops of sesame oil can make the whole kitchen smell fragrant again in his life.

This kind of filter will only get heavier and heavier, and it is impossible to disappear.

Therefore, when he later worked as a cook, he never used sesame oil, finding it boring.

He had just returned to the village for one day, and he recalled many things.

Naturally, he couldn't wait to see it now. He hoped that when he saw his grandfather's tomb, he could recall more things.

See if you can recall what happened at that time.

The only thing he can remember now is that his grandfather shouted when he changed his clothes. The next thing he can remember is that the next day, or maybe not the next day, his grandfather has passed away, and the people in the village Helping with funeral arrangements, he was at a loss.

He had awakened the power and knowledge buried deep in his blood, and remembered the knowledge his grandfather had imparted to him.

What he is worried about now is whether he harmed his grandfather at that time.

Because he now also knows what the consequences may be if his identity is revealed by someone close to him the moment he puts on the mask.

He couldn't sleep much last night. He tossed and turned. Every time he fell asleep, he would dream that his grandfather died on the spot because of his fault.

Every time he closed his eyes, he dreamed of a different way to die, which brought an indelible shadow to him, as well as great fear, entanglement, and pain.

He was so scared that he wanted to leave and run away.

But when he opened his eyes, he settled down and didn't want to escape.

He now wondered if the reason why he couldn't remember what happened when he was a child was because he was avoiding this outcome and made himself forget it.

He had read books, learned things, and watched videos. He had heard that some children, when they suffered psychological trauma when they were young, would make themselves forget those things to protect themselves.

When he was a child, he should have known the rules, he definitely knew them.

He was very sure of this. He remembered today that several times when his grandfather was doing errands and had to take him with him for some unknown reason, he would sit far away and cover his mouth with his hands.

He could not understand the deeper meaning at that time, but he also remembered that from the moment his grandfather put on the mask, he should shut up and stop talking.

I don’t know why, but I also know what to do.

The more things he remembered, the more uncomfortable he felt.

While Wang Jianjun was thinking about it, one of his hands was grabbed by someone. When he came back to his senses, when he turned around, he saw his wife grabbing his hand and giving him a smile.

"What are you thinking about? Don't think so much. Just watch the road."

Wang Jianjun looked down and saw that one of his feet had stepped on a small slope on the side of the path. If his foot was injured, he would probably roll down the hillside directly.

"I'm fine, just keep going."

Wang Jianjun took a deep breath and his eyes gradually became firmer.

He wanted to understand, he wanted to remember everything. Just a few days had made him live in pain, sinking deeper and deeper into the pain, unable to extricate himself, and being awakened by nightmares several times a night.

If he doesn't figure it out, he won't be able to be stable for the rest of his life.

Wang Shishi, who was leading the way, looked back and smiled.

"It's almost here. There are very few people coming to this place now. No burials are allowed now. There are fewer and fewer people in the village. Even if there are people doing things, they won't bury them so far away.

But there are advantages to being so far away. You don’t know. In the early years, cremation was compulsorily promoted, but burial was not allowed.

Coupled with the road construction and relocation of graves, many graves have disappeared, which is really a crime.

Our leader took the lead in leveling their family's grave first. This person is really ruthless. "

"This leader can be promoted at a glance." Wang Jianjun said casually.

In the past, he might have thought that this was simply a policy push, but recalling that there was an evil ghost hanging on every street lamp outside the fried goods shop, he knew that it might not be that simple.

Think about it again, people in this village have not heard of any corpse fraud for decades.

Considering the population of Zhongyuan County, plus the deep-rooted concept of being laid to rest in peace here, there was no fraud. It could only be that something happened, but it was solved by someone, and the matter did not become a big deal.

It's absolutely impossible that something has never happened.

Wang Shiwu waved his hatchet, and when he heard Wang Jianjun echoing his words, he immediately muttered some strange words.

…

Wen Yan followed Mr. Wang and left home, carrying his things on his back, and headed straight for the mountains.

The old man looked older, but when he was walking in front, Wen Yan felt that unless he was running wildly, he would only be running at this pace.

After walking all the way into the mountain for more than an hour, I found a huge crack on the back of a rocky mountain. The crack was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The bottom part was about less than one meter wide, just enough for a person to pass through.

When he got here, Mr. Wang stopped. He took off the things he was carrying and put on a feather cloak. Then he cut his arm, mixed the blood with some unknown paint, and then used his fingers to touch his arm. A facial mark that Wen Yan couldn't recognize was outlined on his face.

The old man raised his head and glanced at Wen Yan.

"Wait until I put the mask on, then don't talk to me."

"clear."

"I will try to help you open a way out of here, you can act according to your own circumstances."

"Uncle..."

"I'm dead. The only way I can still see you here after I die is to die inside. You must escape. After you leave, please take Jianjun away. I I have nothing to thank you for, I can only beg for mercy shamelessly."

"Uncle, stop saying that."

"Good work."

When Mr. Wang finished saying this, he solemnly raised the mask in his hand and faced the sun. He didn't know what language he was muttering in his mouth, and he slowly put on the strange mask.

At that moment, goosebumps began to appear on Wen Yan's arms, and cold hairs stood on end.

The vast and ancient aura rushed towards my face, and the ferocious and wild aura began to emerge silently.

The old man said nothing, chanting a strange tune in his mouth, and picked up the wooden stick that seemed to be soaked in blood.

His waist is slightly stooped, and he seems to be beating when he walks, and the amplitude is particularly like that of a dancing master.

It seemed that the frequency was not fast, but Wen Yan just blinked and the old man's figure was already several meters away. He still had that weird, beating pace, but he was moving very fast.

Wen Yan didn't dare to delay and immediately ran after him.

Falling into the cracks in the mountain, beams of light shined into the dark cracks from nowhere. His eyes were dazzled by the beams of light. In Wen Yan's eyes, the old man's figure seemed to be stuck. flash.

It seemed that he could only take one step per second at most, but his speed was so fast that Wen Yan could barely catch up by running like crazy.

After running along the crack for several minutes, the road in the crack still went straight inward, with no end in sight.

And this mountain is only a hundred meters high at most. It only took him a few minutes to climb over this mountain from the outside. Logically speaking, in this time, the distance he ran would be enough to cross the entire mountain.

After more than ten minutes, there was finally a bend in the straight crack, and in the stone walls on both sides, apart from the hanging beams of light, something else finally began to appear.

Fossilized bones were piled up one after another, and bone claws stretched out from the stone wall, trying to catch him.

But when Wen Yan followed the old man closely, those skeletal claws seemed to be afraid of something. He only dared to wave above his head and did not dare to touch at all.

The old man held the wooden sword with one hand, and the strange tones in his mouth became more and more passionate. Blood began to ooze from his feather coat and cloak. Along with the smell of blood, there was a fierce and vicious aura.

In the blink of an eye, the skeletal claws that appeared on the stone wall all retracted and disappeared.

The stone walls on both sides began to retreat toward both sides, and the narrow cracks became wider and wider.

Wen Yan looked back and saw that he was not wrong. The stone wall was indeed moving, and the crack behind it became wider.

As the road widened, this seemingly endless cracked path began to change.

Some symbols began to appear on the stone wall, and some things that were obviously totems appeared, and then there were some simple murals.

It's true that Wen Yan couldn't understand the symbols, but he could somewhat make out the murals.

The mural seemed to be describing a sacrifice. Many people, as well as many animals, were decapitated. Blood spurted out from their necks, turning into the power of the bloody sacrifice.

The bones of these sacrifices were piled into a large pit and turned into a sacrificial place.

Wen Yan has heard that in ancient times, there was not so much tenderness, and human sacrifice was a common thing. Even now, there are still records on turtle boards about human sacrifice many times.

What is described in this mural is not a simple human sacrifice, but many beasts. Wen Yan guesses that they may be slaves or prisoners of war.

As the road became wider and wider, the content in the murals began to become more and more abstract.

What he saw were sacrifices one after another. In the end, he saw the big pit at the beginning, which was filled with corpses. After that, he could no longer understand it.

The abstract image looked like a huge tentacle monster waving its tentacles, but Wen Yan always felt that the incomplete mural did not seem to depict a tentacle monster.

Wen Yan didn't look carefully and was still running wildly. He could only use his mobile phone to try to record what he saw and heard along the way.

At this time, the old man also stopped.

At this time, the stone walls on both sides receded rapidly, and it turned into a huge cave. It was very flat under the feet and had obvious traces of artificial excavation.

The old man waved the wooden pole and stuck it heavily on the ground. He circled the wooden pole and danced the ancient Nuo dance, howling a strange tone in his mouth, as if something was roaring.

The wild atmosphere became stronger and stronger, and the figure of the old man wearing a feather coat seemed to swell.

His dancing figure seemed weird and funny, but this time, Wen Yan saw it clearly.

The old man's hands and feet look funny and weird because his limbs are doing four things at the same time.

Every time he falls, there will be a symbol under his feet. When his hands dance to a certain range, a symbol will be left in the air.

Along with the weird roar, all the symbols seemed to resonate.

At the same time, countless bones and remnant souls in the mountain gathered into a torrent, roared out, and pounced on the two people in the middle.

The next moment, when Wen Yan was about to change his temporary abilities, he saw chains densely packed together like a torrent, emerging from those symbols out of thin air. Countless chains, accompanied by an aggressive sound, Pierced into the mountain.

Along the way, all the skeletons that emerged from the stone walls and all the souls of the dead disappeared on the spot under the impact of the chains.

Behind the old man, the blood evaporated and slowly gathered into the shape of a giant beast's mouth. The source of all chains was bitten by that big mouth.

At that moment, the entire mountain was shaking.

At the same time, on the other side, the few young men carrying the kid on their backs were walking through the mountains with the confused little kid.

Their faces were green and pale, and their cervical vertebrae seemed to be tilted forward. It was still as if there was something heavy on their necks. The little ghosts were reduced to ashes, and the negative impact they received began to gradually explode.

Their consciousness was a little crazy, and each of them carried the little kid and came to the crack in the stone mountain with a weird smile.

"Here he is."

"Take this little brat with you. Take it with you."

Several young people entered the crack. Wen Yan had to run for a long time to cross the crack. However, it only took these young people less than a minute to enter the cave inside.

One of the young men picked up the bewildered little kid and shouted inside.

"Old man Wang, look who this is!"

Another young man had his head bandaged in a hurry, and the gauze was still bleeding. He was holding a shotgun and had a ferocious look on his face.

"If you don't stop, I'll make you look good."

…

Wang Jianjun followed the fellow villagers all the way, and finally came to the deep mountains, and came to a rocky mountain with a straight crack on the mountain.

"This is it. If this place wasn't easy to identify, it would be hard for me to remember that according to your grandfather's wishes, he was buried in the cave inside."

Wang Jianjun stood in front of the mountain, feeling a little dizzy. He took a sip of water, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

It seems like he's been here before.

"Is there an ancient tomb inside?"

"It seems so, I don't know."

Wang Jianjun raised his head and looked at the cracks in the mountain. He always felt that the cracks had an inexplicable smell of ferocity.

While Wang Jianjun was in a daze, the fellow searched the area, waved his hatchet, and cut out a road.

"Let's go, we checked, there are no wild beasts here."

Wang Jianjun took out a flashlight from his bag, turned it on, and entered the crack in the mountain.

After entering here, the feeling of familiarity becomes stronger and stronger.

As we walked, the flashlight flickered, and some faint light began to glow in the stone wall, like beams of weak light shining into the cracks.

When Wang Jianjun looked up, he saw that the crack ended in front, and the big cave should be inside.

He quickly took two steps forward, and the faint lights in the stone wall became stronger and stronger. He saw something in the big cave, and there seemed to be light shining.

But his footsteps became heavier and heavier, as if the air had become thicker, blocking his progress.

He felt it, just a little bit closer, just a little bit closer to seeing it.

He squeezed forward with all his strength, trying to open his eyes wide and look inside.

He saw that in the big cave, there were murals and symbols on the stone walls. He saw a man wearing a feather coat and a large cloak, dancing a weird Nuo dance around a wooden pole inserted in the middle.

His eyes also saw on the other side, a young child standing there in confusion, as if he was frightened.

There were several young people standing next to the child, and there was another young man with a pale complexion, holding a shotgun in his hand, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Wang Jianjun's consciousness suddenly exploded.

He remembered, this is it.

It was here when he saw his grandfather wearing a mask when he was a child.

His eyes were red and his mind was buzzing. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward desperately.

"Don't shout, don't shout."