Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

Zhang Xiaotong was hugged in his arms, and suddenly the surroundings became brighter. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and then opened them again. Uncle Li lit the lamp and stood there, looking at them with frowning eyes. He sighed and said in a deep voice. Said: "Look clearly, that's not Fu'er." Under the dim light, his face looked much older.

Mrs. Li hugged Zhang Xiaotong and did not let go, like an innocent child.

Zhang Xiaotong was in doubt, and when he recovered, he said, "Aunt Li, I'm not Brother Fuer...but I can take you to see him!"

"Fu'er? Haha," Uncle Li said with deep resentment in his eyes, "He's not as lucky as you. If he doesn't come back, we won't see him either."

Zhang Xiaotong hurriedly said: "He's back, Brother Fu'er has already returned!"

Uncle Li stared straight at him: "The one who came back is an evil spirit, and he will bring disaster to the village."

Zhang Xiaotong shook his head: "No, he is not an evil spirit."

Uncle Li: "He looks exactly the same as he did three years ago. Tell me, is he still a normal person? Fu'er died a long time ago!"

After Mrs. Li went mad, she sat on the ground with Zhang Xiaotong in her arms, her eyes were straightened, and she gradually became stupid. At this time, she heard Uncle Li's words and murmured: "Fu Er is not dead, Fu Er... ...."

"Aunt Li..."

Uncle Li ignored Zhang Xiaotong and Sister-in-law Li, and said to himself: "She saw it at that time."

"what did you see?"

"I obviously pulled her away, but she went back while I was not paying attention. The execution scene was seen." Uncle Li covered his eyes, his voice was blocked in his throat, and he didn't know whether he was sad for his son and daughter-in-law, or Worried about his ill-fated life.

Zhang Xiaotong trembled: "What do you mean..."

"Jishanya is buried with executed people...it's full, it's all..."

For ignorant children, Dayang Village is a sanctuary of peace and tranquility.During the day they wandered among the mountains and rivers, and at night they fell asleep to the whispers of A Niang.They are the most precious wealth of Dayang Village, and they are endless from generation to generation.The boys in Dayang Village are even more precious. When they become men and become strong and powerful, they go up to the mountains to hunt, go to the fields to farm, give birth to the next generation, and become the pillars of Dayang Village.

In order to protect the village, they will punish those who disturb the order of the village.This includes dealing with evil things.

"When she saw that thing being executed, she went crazy." Uncle Li hugged his head: "He destroyed a home three years ago, and now we are ruined. Why do you think he came back? Why?"

Sister Li, who had been holding Zhang Xiaotong all the time, rested her head on his neck, narrowed her eyes, and seemed to be slowly falling asleep in peace.

When Zhang Xiaotong heard Uncle Li's words, he was at a loss: "Why did he come back?" Then he thought of something, his eyes gradually became clear: "He should come back."

He gently struggled out of Mrs. Li's embrace, brushed her messy hair aside, and revealed a not-young face: "Brother Fu Er must come back. I have been waiting for him for three years."

After Uncle Li poured out what should be said and what should not be said, his face slowly returned to calm, and he once again hid all the pain and depression in his heart.He just sat quietly on the side, put the shredded tobacco in his mouth and chewed, and didn't care whether Zhang Xiaotong was still there or not.

After Zhang Xiaotong came out of Fu'er's house, he looked up, the night sky was empty, and the beautiful moon and stars were lost in the accumulated clouds.

He walked slowly on the deserted village road and stopped at an intersection.On the left is the stone road leading home, and on the right is the wild grass path leading to the desolate courtyard.

And Fu'er was standing on the right, in the middle of the weeds.

"You know." Fu'er said calmly, then thought of something, and smiled brightly: "It was too dark that night, you didn't see, the pile of soil was all stained red by my blood. They used bamboo It made me look like a hedgehog, rotten, and blood spurted out."

Zhang Xiaotong hung his head, like a white goose whose throat was cut and bled.

Fu'er approached, grabbed Zhang Xiaotong's neck, and whispered in his ear: "Actually, I died three years ago. Do you know why I came back?"

Zhang Xiaotong raised his head, eyes full of deep pools: "I know."

"Brother Fu'er is back for revenge." He said softly, like sighing, and also like crying.

"Because I killed you..."