Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

Mei Jinxing beat the light wall in front of him with his fist, but there was no sound. Ripples surged from it and spread to the surroundings. The light appeared for a moment, making people see clearly that there was a huge egg-shaped barrier covering the entire village, and there was no escape.

The villagers at the back stopped because of the strange scene, and one person stepped forward to feel it, frightened: "What is this? We can't get out!" Others stepped forward to attack one after another, and the barrier kept flashing light due to human touch, and the village It's like being under a huge spotlight.If you look here from the outside, you will definitely attract many people.

"Outsiders can't see this place." The village chief and the rest of the people followed behind. He walked in a leisurely manner, not surprised by all this. There were also a few old-school people with the same expression as him.

The people standing at the entrance of the village surrounded the village head, looking terrified, asking what happened to the light wall.

Zhou Lifang stood in the lead and asked for an explanation.

The village chief didn't see Mei Jinxing. It seemed that the villagers were too frightened by the light wall to take care of him, so he took advantage of the chaos and fled.If you don't speak clearly now, everyone won't trust him as the village chief, let alone go find someone.The village head exchanged glances with several old people who knew the inside story, sighed, and decided to reveal the village's secrets to the public.

"We just moved here 50 years ago, thinking we could start our lives again, and who knows, strange things followed. I was a teenager at the time, the village was still under construction, and there were things wandering in the village every night, We hid in the house, and we could hear their footsteps, sometimes sighs, and sometimes a group of people talking, but we never saw anyone when we went out. Later, those things would come into the house and stand by the bed until They stare at you. Sometimes it’s a group of black figures, sometimes it’s a bloody ghost, sometimes it’s your dead relatives... This village has become a gathering place for many evil things, no matter what the villagers use There is no way to destroy or drive them away. People in the village are panicked, and every night they will be disturbed by sudden screams, crying, and strange laughter, making it impossible to sleep."

Those over 50 years old can't forget the story told by the village head, and it's the first time for the younger ones to hear about it. They have never encountered any evil spirits in the village since they were young, and only suffered from strange diseases.

The village chief fell into a long memory.

The evil has not been eradicated, yet another wave arises.

Although most of the people who were upper body were recovered by Zhang Xiaotong's blood, and the rest were burned to death, but the evil spirit was not eradicated, and people in the village continued to develop that kind of tumor on their bodies.

But the evil creatures that appeared at night became more and more daring, and for a while, the village fell into a situation of destruction.

"Until, a young man came to the village." The village chief was full of hope when he said this.

It was a gloomy afternoon, the clouds in the sky squeezed and deformed, and the hot air choked people's mouths and noses. Everyone wore painful shackles, their faces were pale, their eyes were numb, and they were doing farm work in a daze.

In this kind of weather, the young man was wearing a long-sleeved gown that didn't match the season, and his hair was very long, with a bun on his head. It was the same as the wandering Taoist priests before, but a little more casual.He walked around the village a few times, found the village head Zhou at the time, and pointed out the village's problems.

"You have provoked something that should not be provoked. Although he is not here now, his anger has been attached to the village, and the evil spirit is so strong that it attracts many low-level evil spirits here, disturbing the people every night."

Village Chief Zhou and the others hurriedly asked how to solve it.

The young man: "This is just a small problem, and there is another big problem here." He pointed to Zhou Dongcao on the side: "You have started to get infected."

Zhou Dongcao woke up early in the morning and felt weak all over. Hearing this, he opened his clothes and saw a tumor lying on his chest, covered with blood vessels and black spots, which once made him fall into despair and madness.

Zhou Chunniu shouted: "How could this happen!"

Zhou Dongcao was still calm, and asked him if there was any way to rescue him.

Village head Zhou has aged quite a bit these days, and he bends down to the young man like a dead horse: "I beg the head of the Tao to help us get rid of the evil spirits!"

Young man: "I'm not a Taoist. In my time, we were called warlocks. Besides, what you have is called Xie Chong, but it's not Xie Chong."

"What do you mean?"

"The blood thread is the evil that was cultivated by the Beihuai State Master in the Wenwang Temple. It absorbs nutrients from the human body, and when it matures, the human body dies suddenly, and a large number of evil continue to infect other people. But the evil that was bred is not an absorption What is produced by evil and resentment cannot be called evil in principle, and it is more appropriate to call it a parasite."

When Zhou Dongcao heard about the evil spirits and parasites, she remembered that Zhang Xiaotong also said in the basement that it was not evil spirits but parasites, and later said that he wanted to get rid of evil spirits, which was inconsistent.But at that time, he was only thinking about the life and death of his son Xia Zhi, and he didn't pay attention to this detail. Now when he heard it, he couldn't help but suddenly realized.

"Master Warlock, please help! Save the lives of more than 100 people in the village!"

The young man smiled very elegantly: "That depends on whether you are willing to cooperate."

All the older people in the village know that there are strangers helping them, and they probably know all of the above.

The young people set up a huge array in their village. On the basis of the built houses, with the ancestral hall as the central axis, the houses are arranged on both sides of the village road, facing the north and south respectively; A live chicken and a dead dog were respectively buried in the extreme shade; at night, a banyan tree was planted in front of the house where the cloudless moonlight fell directly; Together, the young man used the blood to draw a pattern on a stone slab and buried it under the banyan tree.

On the night when all this was done, the evil thing did not appear, and the villagers slept peacefully for the first time after the relocation.

However, the health of the villagers infected with the blood thread did not improve.

Village head Zhou came to ask young people for help again with a few right-hand assistants.

The young man expressed his distress, and said that if this thing had the blood of a blood-shielding person, it would not be difficult to cure it.It's a pity that there is no blood-shielding person in the world today.

Village head Zhou and the most seriously ill relatives knelt down to beg him.

Young people provide a way.

"A formation. It can protect everyone from being killed by this disease, but..."

After the young man finished speaking, Village Chief Zhou, Zhou Dongcao, and Zhou Chunniu all disagreed with this method.

"Finally, my father and my uncle, together with several other respected old people in the village, led some young people to secretly arrange the relevant formations under the ancestral hall without telling the village head. After the young people activated the formations, the village The tumors on the villagers who were infected with blood threads gradually shrank, and finally turned into small bumps. People also recovered their sanity."

When the village chief said this, he let out a sigh of relief.

Zhou Lifang was persistent: "Why did my grandfather and the others disagree with that method? What does this have to do with them abandoning the village and their relatives?"

The village chief looked at him fixedly: "Because that method will damage their interests and status in the village."

Zhou Lifang did not accept the village chief's ambiguous answer. His father died young. He heard from others that his great-grandfather, grandfather, and uncle all escaped from the village. Since he was a child, he was ridiculed by others and became a thorn in his heart.But the other villagers showed no interest in his grandpas.

The village head continued.

"Before the young man left, he said to my father, who has become the village chief: 'The problems in your village have not been eradicated. When he comes, he will naturally relieve your pain. I will leave a small thing in the formation. Wait for that When people enter the village, they cannot get out. Of course, that method will not be seen by outsiders, only your village will know'. At that time, I did not understand the meaning of this sentence. Until now, when I saw this light wall, I finally understood."

The village chief's eyes were bright: "He is here today." He waved his arms: "Although the formation protects the prosperity of our village and prevents the village from being destroyed, in the past 50 years, we have still suffered unspeakable suffering. Now, we The suffering of the world will also come to an end today."

"Because, our treasure to ward off evil spirits is here." The village head showed a smile that came after suffering.

In the silent crowd, everyone's eyes were also shining.

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