snow corpse

door..." Zhang Haiying twisted the corner of her clothes and said, "I'm terrified!I asked him what was going on, but he faltered and couldn't explain clearly, which made me anxious!After asking for a while, I finally figured out that it was a snakeskin bag. I took the snakeskin bag for him and then... just watched him go. "

The few people exchanged glances, understanding with some tacit understanding that Zhang Haiying's words were clearly concealing something.But they didn't say it, and they didn't expose her.The story is true, but you can only listen to it as a story. If you believe it all, won't you be led by the nose?

Qin Ming was silent, but he didn't ask any more questions.

"Later, when Han Wei came back with the snakeskin bag, I helped... put Han Qi's body in it, and then dragged it home with a tricycle. Then I told Han Wei that I would send him down the mountain tomorrow." Han Ningye rubbed the side of the porcelain bowl with his rough fingers, and said while recalling, "I remember this clearly, hey - if you want to talk about this person, you still can't do bad things. Han Qi died very badly. Just looking at that I also haven't slept well for more than a month..."

"Then what happened later? The body was sent down the mountain?"

Han Ningye took a look at Lin Tao who asked the question, and hummed casually, "The next day, I helped Han Wei transport Han Qi's body to the funeral home at the foot of the mountain, where he was cremated. The body in a snakeskin bag was wrapped in ashes at the end." altar back."

"Where are the ashes buried?"

"On the hillside at the back of the village, there is a special place for the villagers to bury the dead. It should be buried there. The dead in the village have always been buried there."

Qin Ming thought for a moment, then said, "Go and have a look after dinner."

Not long after breakfast, the four of them asked Han Ningye for the route and went to the back of the village.Lin Tao was still a little reluctant, although he had seen enough dead people, but coming to this kind of place is always a bit hairy...

"It's enough for two people to go. Is it necessary to go all out?"

"Hey, I want to be lazy and just say hey." Li Dabao walked in front of him, turned around and laughed at him without hesitation, "You are a big man, you are afraid of mass graves!"

"I'm not afraid—" Lin Tao argued, "We must pay attention to efficiency in our work!"

"Then you go back. Go to the woodshed and look at the two corpses, and don't let them jump up and crawl away by themselves."

Lin Tao saw Li Dabao started running the train with his mouth full again, shook his head and ignored her.

"To be honest, I saw a sentence on the Internet last time, and what I said was really quite reasonable."

"What did you say?"

"That is to say, this ghost usually doesn't scare people to death."

"...Why?" Lin Tao laughed.

"Think about it!" Li Dabao waved his hand, looking like he was wielding a broad axe, "If you were scared to death by ghosts, wouldn't you be able to see ghosts after death?! Then you ask ghosts, is it you who scared me?" Damn me? The ghost said, uh... yes. How embarrassing this is!"

Li Dabao clapped his hands together and reached a conclusion.Fang Mu walked in front of her, and naturally took her words into his ears verbatim, and thought about the scene carefully, the image feeling was so strong that the corners of his mouth could not help but bend.

Lin Tao also laughed, and said a little shyly after laughing, "Actually, I don't believe in ghosts and gods."

"There will always be people who have faith, right?" Li Dabao said indifferently. "Even ghosts have faith. In horror movies, ghosts don't kill people at the beginning, but do some small tricks to scare people. People gradually believe in his existence and fear him. In the end, he Powered by man's fear."

"Brother Bao, I'm not used to being so serious all of a sudden..."

"Screw you!"

The soil under their feet became softer and softer as time passed, mixed with the muddy water from the melted ice and snow, which splashed on the trousers, forming drop after drop of mud spots, and then they were in a mess.

Fang Mu found that the closer to the mass grave, a strange color appeared in the originally yellow-brown soil.It was a kind of red, a kind of red that made people's eyes hot.

Mixed in the soil, it flowed patteringly, spreading in the sad soil under the feet.

Qin Ming walked in the front, he suddenly stopped and waved to the people behind.Li Dabao and Lin Tao immediately fell silent, Fang Mu looked forward through Qin Ming's shoulder.The tombstones stood in disorder on the open space in front of them. There was still melting snow in front of the tombstones. The gurgling snow dripped down the uneven stones. The land seemed to be alive, faintly revealing dark red blood.

"Fang Mu?"

Li Dabao called him, and Fang Mu slowly followed.

The muddy ground under his feet was very difficult to walk on, every step seemed as if someone was stretching out his hand and tugging at his trousers, and his slender, withered fingers with sharp nails hungrily poked out of the mud.There was a clear desolation and lingering fear in the air.

Ghosts also need faith, so those who believe will see their existence.

5.1

That night.

The viscous black is like dry paint that cannot be adjusted, and every gesture is restrained.

Few people come to this piece of land even during the day, because of taboo and fear.In the eyes of human beings, death is always something to be respected, so it is inexplicably stained with a layer of gray.It's not that Fang Mu doesn't understand these, but he understands too much.He has been racing against time for many years, fighting against the god of death, falling into death, staring at this dark abyss for too long.

There is not a ray of moonlight.

Such sheer darkness is depressing.Fang Mu walked silently, the wolf eye in his hand illuminated a small area under his feet, and insignificant flying insects lingered around the light.

They visited this road in the afternoon, but found nothing in the end.Or rather, they were powerless to discover anything.This place is just an ordinary mass grave, with weeds and broken and mottled tombstones everywhere, nothing else.They returned to the village disappointed, and everyone felt a faint sense of anxiety in their hearts.Except for Fang Mu, because this place always gave him a bad feeling.

He couldn't describe it, it was like a nightmare in the middle of the night, terrified and screaming for blood, every muscle was clamoring to wake up but could not escape the nightmare, no matter how difficult it was to escape.

After everyone had dinner and greeted each other, they went back to their rooms. Qin Ming went to the firewood room and carefully turned over the two corpses before finishing counting. Frostbite Lin Tao.

Once it gets dark, there really isn't much entertainment to do.The environment here is simple, only the room of Han Ningye and his wife has a color TV.Thinking about it, they all rely on the Internet to survive, and they really don't have much interest in TV, so they just let it go.They went back to their rooms to rest, but they kept their vigilance all the time, for fear of what might happen again.

Fang Mu tossed and turned on the bed until late at night, without any sleepiness. The scene of the mass grave during the day was always wandering in his mind over and over again, so that he couldn't calm down at all.After a few more twists and turns, he put on his clothes resignedly and walked towards the mass grave with wolf eyes in his mouth.

The woods were unusually quiet at night.Except for the sound of Fang Mu's trousers scraping dead leaves when he was walking, and the sound of leather boots breaking branches, there was no other sound, and the empty echo echoed in the entire mountain forest, rippling with a trace of fearful silence.In the afternoon, Qin Ming led the road. Fang Mu was thinking about other issues the whole time, and he didn’t pay attention to the route. general direction.

No matter where you go in the forest during the day, you always see the same scenery, full of withered green snow and bare tree trunks. At first Lin Tao and Li Dabao could chat and joke, but later they were unwilling to say a word. It's the same scene, anxiety and lingering depression weigh heavily on everyone's heart.

Fang Mu walked for a long time, and when he began to suspect that he had found the wrong place, a fire suddenly flickered behind the trunk in the distance.The faint green light floats on the ground, like a lost ghost hovering in front of the grave, people who don't know will definitely run away screaming at this moment, yes, will-o'-the-wisps.

Fang Mu squeezed the wolf's eyes tightly in his hands, but breathed a sigh of relief, and walked quickly towards the direction of the will-o'-the-wisp.

The closer to the mass grave, the heavier the soil. Fang Mu didn't know what was going on. Judging from the gloomyness that erupted during the day, it didn't stop at night, but had a tendency to intensify.The sharp withered arms protruded from the ground, and the long nails hooked his trousers... At the end, Fang Mu almost ran all the way. He couldn't tell what it was like, but he thought it was a kind of The depression of wanting to escape too much made him at a loss.

The mass graves are the same as in the daytime except for the dense phosphorous fire.

There are very few phosphorus fires in winter, and one or two of them wandered in the mass graves. Fang Mu pondered for a moment, and finally made up his mind to search among the cemeteries. He didn't know what he was looking for, but it wasn't right—— Very wrong.It is impossible that there is nothing in this cemetery, and this is why he decided to come again.There was a phosphorous fire that was too light, and Fang Mu was floated up when he passed by it, and followed behind him step by step. Fang Mu didn't pay attention to the strangeness at his feet, but concentrated on shuttling between the tombstones.

Fragmented steles, blurred photos, smeared on the name groove of the stele, the poor-quality red paint has become mottled due to years of rain, and peeled off along the rough stone surface, leaving blood-like traces, just like in the city In the old building, there are dirty tear stains left behind the old air-conditioning fans.

"Cha-"

Fang Mu's forward steps suddenly stopped, and he turned his head immediately, "Who?!"

The sound stopped suddenly, but started again after a few seconds.

No one answered him.

only that cha cha