Mysterious recovery

The middle-aged woman said: "This is the rule set by my aunt. All the elders in our family strictly abide by this rule, but I don't know the specific reason. Otherwise, disaster will ensue."

"That's right." He Feng's expression changed.

He is now more and more curious about this person named Yang Jian. It is a taboo for descendants who have touched him to call his name, which is too unbelievable.

"By the way, where did you hear this name? Can you tell me about it?" the middle-aged woman said.

"I interviewed an old man named Zhang Zhidong in Dadong City..." He Feng explained the previous incident in detail.

After listening, the middle-aged woman said: "So that's how it is. You are investigating supernatural events, so you found out about this name. Wait a moment, I'll go get something."

Suddenly, she remembered something, stood up and then turned and walked towards a large bookshelf in the living room.

After a while, she brought a book.

"This is the first book written by my aunt, and you may be interested in what it contains."

"Thank you." After He Feng took it, he glanced at it. On the cover of the book, there were four large characters 'The world is like a prison'.

A casual glance.

He saw such a description.

"People in the world only know that red candles must be lit on every happy occasion, but they don't know the origin of this incident. Candles are ghost fires. Burning red candles can ward off evil spirits and keep a place safe."

"To pay homage to the ancestors is the opposite. White candles must be lit. The white candles are unknown, and the burning of them will attract ghosts. The world thinks that the souls of the dead can be summoned to enjoy the sacrifices and visit future generations. However, this is very absurd. Ghosts are fierce creatures. Using white candles to lure ghosts is tantamount to burning yourself with fire."

He Feng flipped through a few more pages before he realized that this is a mythical novel with a strong spiritual atmosphere. It tells the story of a mortal who cut off his emotions and desires, survived all kinds of hardships and eight hardships, and finally became a god.

It looks like an inspirational novel, but it is actually a tragic novel.

Because the friends around the protagonist represent his seven emotions, with the death of those friends, he lost his seven emotions, and then he experienced one after another bizarre things, after each event, he lost a kind of emotion. Desire, but the six desires in the book refer to love, money, power, greed, sex, and fame.

Afterwards, he went through all kinds of hardships, and in the end, although he saved the world, he suddenly looked back and found nothing.

It is nothingness that creates a divinity beyond mortals.

He Feng looked a little fascinated, and he soon saw the last page of the book.

On the last page, there is such a line of words.

To me, this is hell.

"This is the writer's epilogue."

Looking at this line of words, He Feng felt Professor Miao's strong yearning for someone when he was young, and he also understood why this book made the world feel like a prison. is also like this.

"If you like to read it, I will give you this book." The middle-aged woman said with a smile at the moment.

"This is not very good." Zhou Mei was a little surprised.

The middle-aged woman said: "It's okay, it's just a book, it's not worth much, it was published by Professor Miao at his own expense, but unfortunately, people in that era didn't like to read this kind of subject matter very much, so many of them were left unsold. Although many have been sent out one after another, I still have a lot left here."

"Since this is the case, then I will accept it bluntly." Zhou Mei said with a smile.

The three sat on the sofa and chatted for a while.

When the tea was exhausted, the middle-aged woman said: "That's all for today's interview, I only know so much, if you want to know more about that person's story, I suggest you go to Dachang City, in Dachang There is a community in the city called Guanjiang Community, maybe you can dig out new stories there.”

The two originally planned to go to Dachang City, but after hearing the word Guanjiang Community, they secretly remembered it.

After some politeness, this interview is completely over.

But He Feng was obsessed with that book on the way back, and kept reading it.

Afterwards, he found out that although the book published by Professor Miao and this book were the same book, too much deleted content was published, and this book seemed to be a first draft... There was a lot of unknown information in it.

Chapter 550, The Disappearing Community

"Rumble..."

Dust was flying and buildings were collapsing.

This is Guanjiang Community in Dachang City.

As an old community with a history of more than 60 years, its lifespan has come to an end. Because of the aging of high-rise buildings, many buildings in the community are defined as dangerous buildings. It is not recommended to continue living in it as early as several years ago. Today, this community finally ushered in the time of demolition and reconstruction.

The uneven roads in the community were crushed and bulldozed, the decades-old trees were sawn away, and the dilapidated buildings were demolished. Gone, leaving only a wide dirt road, which is convenient for various construction vehicles to enter.

For this, many residents in the community applauded, because no one wants to live in this kind of old community with damaged elevators and aging buildings. They hope that the community will be rebuilt so that they can live in new buildings.

However, there are a group of elderly people in the community who have been firmly opposed to the demolition. These old people even gathered together and blocked the gate to prevent the demolition from proceeding.

However, these people who opposed the demolition were still old and could not decide many things. They were either picked up by their own children, or their physical conditions did not allow them to fight for a long time with the demolition team, so they failed in the end. , can only watch the demolition proceed.

"How is the demolition situation today? Is everything going well?" Liu Yan, who is in charge of the demolition, inspects the construction site as usual.

The subordinate said: "The situation is normal and very smooth. Now there is no old man to stop it. At present, the high-rise area has been completely demolished, and the rest is the villa area. But the most difficult thing to demolish is the temple behind the community. Listen here Some people said that the temple is very special and it is best not to move it, considering that the temple is not big, so it was put on hold for the time being.”

"Can't the temple be demolished? What kind of old feudal thinking is this? Tell the people under your command to stop and come with me to have a look. Today, the most difficult temple to be demolished will be demolished first. Find out and solve it early," Liu Yan said.

The subordinate nodded, and immediately called a demolition team.

A group of people, led by Liu Yan, walked towards the temple behind the community.

"Mr. Liu, we have checked before. This temple was built less than 60 years ago, so it is not considered a historical relic. Moreover, this temple is still an illegal building. When it was first built, the procedures were not complete and it was not approved."

"There is usually only one person living in the temple, but since the demolition began, an old man named Zhang has been staying in the temple in the community, and he said that anyone who dares to move the temple will fight to the death. , this Uncle Zhang is very prestigious among the older generation, if it is forcibly demolished, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

On the way, Liu Yan listened and said with a smile: "I thought it was a problem, isn't it just an 80-year-old old man, this is easy to handle, just inform his children as before, let him take the old man away, and then send a condolence money .”

"I've tried this method. Uncle Zhang's grandson took the money, but he couldn't persuade him in the end." The subordinate said.

"Go and see first." Liu Yan said.

At this moment, in front of a slightly old temple, an elderly old man was holding a cane and sitting on a chair, looking a little lonely at the construction site not far away that was in full swing.

"It's over, it's over, the painstaking efforts of a lifetime are gone like this, and if these people dig it indiscriminately, something will happen. Is there no one who can stop these people? Although Grandpa Wei is famous It can do the job, but I can't do it for the rest of my life, if I'm 20 years younger, how can I let these people mess around."

"My old partners are all trash. They took some money and ran away without any loyalty."

The old man muttered to himself, and then tapped his cane angrily, wishing he could stand up and fight the demolition team.

But he is too old, and he is really powerless.

"Hey, Wang Shanshan, where did you bury those coffins in the yard in those years, they wouldn't be dug up by these dogs, would they? If you say it, it will kill people, and nowadays, no one knows how to fight against ghosts." Then the old man turned around and shouted again.

"Crench."

The temple door of the small temple opened, and a mature woman in her thirties, dressed in white and combing her black hair, came out slowly. Her expression was indifferent, her eyes were cold, without any expression.

"Awei, our era is over. The demolition of the Guanjiang community is the general trend. We can't stop them. Let them go. It doesn't matter if there are ghosts, if some people die, this place will be quiet." Wang Shanshan said calmly.

"Confused, Wang Shanshan, they dare to demolish the community today, the temple tomorrow, and the statue the day after tomorrow. You don't want anything to happen to Brother Leg, do you?" Uncle Zhang said angrily.

Wang Shanshan said: "The time is coming, it doesn't matter."

"You keep saying that the time is coming, the time is coming, when will it be here, can you tell me the exact number? Master Wei is not in good health, I can't wait too long, I am worried that I will die one day, brother leg What should I do if I don't see me when I come back? He will be very sad, and I want to play another game with him." Uncle Zhang said.

"The demolition people are here." Wang Shanshan looked into the distance at this moment, and saw a group of people walking towards this side.

"Do you really dare to come? You go back first, and I will handle this matter." Uncle Zhang was still so strong that he asked Wang Shanshan to leave and face it alone.

Wang Shanshan wasn't polite at all, she just said, "If you can't handle it, I'll do it."

"Can't you have some confidence in your great master?" Uncle Zhang glared.

Wang Shanshan didn't speak, just glanced at him, then turned and returned to the temple.

Uncle Zhang nodded in satisfaction: "That's about the same."

At this moment, Liu Yan led a group of people to the small temple quickly. They looked at the temple. The temple had no name, and no one came to burn incense. It was very deserted and occupied a small area. It doesn't take a lot of effort to get up, and it can be done in a day.

"Excuse me, are you Uncle Zhang?" A demolition worker walked over and asked loudly.

"Grandson is yelling so loudly, your grandfather can hear you." Uncle Zhang snorted heavily.

"Old man, can you sit in another place? Our company is going to demolish this small temple today. Your stay here will hinder our work." Someone persuaded.

Uncle Zhang said: "Is that so? Alright, no problem, I'll move the place right now, the one in the white hat, yes, is talking about you, hurry up and help the uncle."

He pointed to Liu Yan.

Liu Yan saw that the old man was so straightforward and didn't make trouble, so he immediately walked over with a smile and helped him up: "Be careful, old man, do you want me to send a car to take you home?"

But before he could finish his words, Uncle Zhang screamed and fell to the ground all of a sudden: "Help, help, I killed someone."

"..."

The smile on Liu Yan's face froze immediately, what, what's going on?Touch porcelain?

"Master, you are wrong. I kindly helped you just now, but I didn't do anything to you." He immediately explained.

But this Uncle Zhang still slumped on the ground and wailed in pain: "It's your kid who moved your hand. You want to kill me, you're going to die, you're going to kill me!"

Seeing how difficult this Uncle Zhang was, Liu Yan couldn't help but look at the other people next to him, wondering if they could solve this problem?

But the others were very helpless and did not speak.

This Uncle Zhang is 80 years old. At such an age, no one helped him when he went to the ground. Who would dare to toss about it?

If people are killed on the construction site, the entire construction site will be shut down, and the trouble will be even greater.

So for the elderly in the community, they have always been consoling and persuading, and they dare not do anything.

"Grandpa, let's go, let's go, we won't demolish today." Liu Yan saw that the uncle lying on the ground also had a headache, so he had no choice but to leave quickly with the demolition team, for fear of being blackmailed.

As soon as this group of people left, Uncle Zhang immediately stopped making noise and slowly got up.

"This group of young people really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, fighting against your great grandfather? Let you understand the dangers of people's hearts 60 years ago." Uncle Zhang snorted, then turned around and shouted: "Wang Shanshan, the matter is settled."

"Shame." Wang Shanshan's cold voice came from inside.

Uncle Zhang suddenly became a little anxious: "This is Wendou, how can it be considered shameful? It is not shameful to use one's brain. Is it possible that I have to reveal my identity as a man with two golden guns when dealing with them?"

Wang Shanshan's voice in the temple no longer responded.

Uncle Zhang was still chattering outside the door, talking about how brave and beautiful he was before, and lamenting that the hero was late, the treasure gun was sealed, and it had not been used for a long time.

"This Uncle Zhang is indeed difficult to deal with, but he is always away. When this uncle goes home to sleep, he will directly tear down the courtyard wall first. Then things will be easier." Liu Yan couldn't help it on the way back. Start cursing.

At this time, a worker hurried over: "Something went wrong, and several red coffins were dug out on the construction site over there."

"It's just a few coffins, are they cultural relics? If not, report it to the police immediately, and then have someone deal with it quickly." Liu Yan said.

"The police have been reported, but those coffins are very evil, and no one dares to move them. Manager, go and have a look." The worker said.

"Is there such a thing? I'll go and have a look." Liu Yan said.

When he arrived, he found that the workers on the construction site in front of him had run away, leaving only a big hole in place, and in that big hole, several bright red coffins were lying quietly inside. .

The coffins formed a circle, a total of seven coffins, neatly arranged.

What makes people feel a little disturbed is that one of the coffins was opened by someone, but the inside of the coffin was empty and there was nothing.

The first thousand and 560 chapters of horror revived again

"Wang Shanshan, I'm going back. It looks like the demolition team won't be here today. Call me if you need anything."

Uncle Zhang sat in front of the small temple for a while, and when he saw that nothing was wrong, he walked back home with a cane.

His home is also in Guanjiang District, an old villa.

Although it is a villa, the layout inside is very simple, it doesn't look like a rich person at all, and there are even signs of water seepage in some places.

Moreover, there are three generations of grandparents and grandchildren living in this house, a total of five people.

"Dad, you won't block the demolition again today, will you? Can you stop making trouble at your age? Besides, this community is old and dilapidated. It's a good thing to demolish and rebuild. I really don't know why you old people oppose it. Others It’s not to occupy your house, and you can come back and continue to live after it’s built, and the new community will be more comfortable to live in.”

A middle-aged man in his 50s hurried forward and helped Uncle Zhang.

"All the houses here were built by your grandfather. How long can I not know? I have no objection to the demolition and reconstruction. If one day it collapses, what should I do? But those demolition teams don't know Who invited them here, they don't know what places can be demolished and which places cannot be demolished, there are many taboos in this community, I don't think there will be trouble."

Uncle Zhang put on the spectrum of the older generation and trained his son.

"Zhang Wenwen, you are still young and haven't experienced many things. Let me tell you that there are three places in this community that must not be moved. If I die one day, you have to guard me."

"I know, I know, the first villa in the community can't be moved, the temple can't be moved, and our house can't be moved, right." Zhang Wenwen said: "I don't know how many times you have said this, I Your ears are almost calloused, Dad, let's eat first, and I'll go out for you after dinner, okay? I'll take care of anything."

"It's okay if you go out for a while, and you have to step in when something happens. You didn't know that when your father was young, he said one thing in Dachang City, but now that he is older, my friends and younger brothers are almost dead. Otherwise, there is no need for me to do it myself." Uncle Zhang couldn't help feeling emotional again.

At this time, a young man in his early twenties curled his lips and said, "Grandpa, don't brag. You are so powerful. How could your family be so poor? When I got married last year, I couldn't even get a bride price."

"Zhang Tao, why are you talking to your grandfather?" Zhang Wenwen scolded.