Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan looked at the long road ahead and yawned: "If you want to go somewhere, just go directly. Driving a car is a waste of time and trouble."

Gu Yuehua chuckled: "This is what travel is called. Travel without a process is meaningless."

"Modern people are eager to break 1 minute into 10 minutes, the faster the better."

"That's a human being. The demon's time is too long. If you don't find some fun yourself, you will really be bored to death."

Qing Huan didn't respond, she stared out the window in a daze, looked at it for a while and said, "It looks like it's going to be dark again, and there's no street lights ahead..."

"Then find a place to spend the night." Gu Yuehua said.

Qing Huan snorted softly, "Spending the night in a place like this, I'm afraid something will happen again."

"Isn't that very interesting?" Gu Yuehua was very interested.

"Bad taste." Qing Huan complained.

Gu Yuehua laughed.

They still found a place to spend the night.

This is a quaint village, whether it is bricks and tiles, doors and windows, or the archways and ancient wells at the entrance of the village, there is an indescribable sense of age everywhere.

It's just that it's too quiet.

Gu Yuehua turned her head and saw that Qing Huan was looking up at the blurred handwriting on the memorial arch——

"what happened?"

Qing Huan came back to her senses: "Here... I seem to have been here before."

"You came before?"

Qing Huan frowned: "It seems that I have been here... and it seems that I haven't..."

"Let's go, let's see if anyone is there." Gu Yuehua took Qing Huan's hand and walked inside.

They walked all the way in, and they really didn't even see people, let alone people, not even cats or dogs...

Qing Huan saw a pair of pitch-black pupils behind a not-so-clear window, but it was only for a moment, and soon those eyes disappeared.

In fact, if you observe carefully, you will find that many eyes hidden in the darkness are watching them.

They finally saw the figure at the entrance of a temple, where an old woman of seventy to eighty years old was sweeping the floor bent over there, with disheveled white hair and shabby clothes, and her legs were still awkward when walking, but her sweeping movements Very serious, very focused, even called... pious.

"Old lady." Qing Huan stepped forward and asked, "I want to ask..."

The old woman raised her head, revealing a rolled-up eye, she saw Qing Huan and Gu Yuehua, her still intact eye widened, pointed at them and shouted: "Who told you to come here? ! Get out! Get out of here!!"

Qing Huan was baffled by the old man's fierce words: "Grandma, we passed by here, we just wanted to stay overnight when it got dark..."

"No matter what you are here for, you are not welcome here!! Get out of here! Get out of here!!" The old woman was almost hysterical.

Gu Yuehua and Qing Huan looked at each other, then smiled and said, "Old man, we have nowhere to go at this time. Let me stay overnight, and you can pay as much as you want."

"Who wants your money?!" The old woman's face was a little grim because of anger: "Do you know where this is? If you still want to die, leave quickly!!"

"Why? Will you die if you stay here?" Gu Yuehua asked.

"This is all a misunderstanding of yours! Anyway, just go away!!" The old woman raised her broom, as if she was about to drive them away.

Qing Huan was puzzled, but looking at the old woman's appearance, there seemed to be some unspeakable reason - he tugged at Gu Yuehua's hand, and said in a low voice, "In that case, let's go."

Gu Yuehua nodded upon hearing the words: "Okay."

When the two turned around, they found that many people came from all directions at some time, there were really many, about a hundred people, big and small, male...no, all of them were women, and as far as they could see, there were really many people. It's a woman.

How come... are they all women?Is this a widow's village?But obviously there are children, so it’s unlikely that all the children will be girls. This is not a widow’s village, it should be called a daughter’s village...

"You, you..." The old woman trembled her lips a few times when she saw the people surrounding her, and then said, "Let them go."

silence.

"No." The one who broke the silence was a woman with thick braids and a hoarse voice. She held the hand of a little girl tightly in her hand. The little girl was wearing a red dress and red shoes, and even her head was tied Wearing a red ribbon, she timidly hid behind the woman, carefully watching Qing Huan and the others with her dark pupils - she was the child who was hiding behind the window and met Qing Huan's eyes just now.

"Zhang Gui's family..." The old woman frowned, with a disapproving expression on her face.

The woman bit her lips: "I only have one child... I can't..." Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes as she said this, she knelt down and hugged the little girl: "I can't let her have anything to do, I can't...Since today , they came here today, and they are still men, so if you want to blame, you can only blame them for being unlucky..."

Qing Huan couldn't understand what they said, so she looked at Gu Yuehua, who also shook her head at him——

"But..." The old woman's words were interrupted again——

"Leave this matter alone!" Another square-faced woman said to the old woman sarcastically, "Anyway, you have no right to meddle in this matter, so you just shut up."

The old woman clenched the broom tightly with her withered hands, but she couldn't say a word after all.

And at this moment, the originally white sky turned black in an instant, and a moon rose in the sky—yes, it was a red moon.

The red moon has been a symbol of yin and evil since ancient times.

"what--"

Someone exclaimed, everyone scattered and ran back to their home.

The old woman sighed for a long time: "You guys, come with me."

Qing Huan and Gu Yuehua followed her and entered the temple. The lights in the temple were not too bright, but it was enough to see the inside. The temple was very small, just the statues, desks and futons.What is rare is that the inside is clean and can be called spotless, and the incense candles on the desk are new, and the fruits and snacks are not rough, which is really rare in this kind of place.

Qing Huan looked up at the statue—huh?It was not the statue of the gods and Buddhas that he was familiar with.The facial features of the female statue are neither benevolent nor vicious, just like the girl next door.

"What are you looking at?" Gu Yuehua asked while looking up at the female statue.

"This girl is so good..." The second half of the words could not come out.

"What good?"

"Okay... looks familiar." It is really familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

Gu Yuehua smiled: "Could it be that you have really been here?"

"maybe."

"Let's drink tea." The old woman came back, and on the tray in her hand were two bowls of tea, which were actually two bowls of water.

It was weird to serve them tea and water after being mean to them just now.

"Thank you." Gu Yuehua took it and drank it.

Seeing that he drank, Qing Huan thought about it, and still drank it.

The old woman looked at them, sighed, and said quietly: "You shouldn't... come here."

"Old man," Gu Yuehua took the opportunity to ask, "I want to know what you said to them just now?"

"Yeah, why do you say we will die if we stay here, but they won't let us go?"

The old woman closed her white eyes: "Oh, it's too late."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you realize that all the people in this village are women?"

Qing Huan nodded.

"Because, here," said the old woman in a hoarse voice, "all men will die, and only women will live."

Qing Huan was surprised, and Gu Yuehua also raised her eyebrows.

"why?"

"It's all... retribution." The old woman coughed a few times: "This is a curse on this village, and it cannot be escaped... No man in this village can escape. Every month, a man dies. One, all the same..."

"That's why you let us leave here..." Qing Huan finally understood: "Then the reason why they didn't let us leave is..."

"They want to replace you, right?" Gu Yuehua interjected, "They want us to replace the person who was going to die... The child that the woman was holding just now is actually her son, right?"

"It's my son..." Qing Huan recalled the appearance of the child just now, red clothes and pants, and hair tied with a red ribbon, such a feminine dress... In fact, it was to cover up "she" as a boy.

The old woman nodded: "There is no way for Zhang Gui's family...that is her only son, and also...the last male in this village."

Qing Huan frowned: "What kind of curse is it... that will kill all the men in the village..."

The old woman lowered her head: "Her hatred...for so many years, it is difficult to eliminate...She hates the men in this village, so her resentment cannot be dissipated here...One month after another, year after year... "

Gu Yuehua raised her head and pointed at the female statue: "Is it her? The statue you enshrined...is the object you have always feared...isn't it?"

The old woman nodded lightly—she wasn't going to hide it anymore, because in her eyes, the two strange men who broke in suddenly were already people who had one foot in the coffin.

Qing Huan looked at the female statue. With such a pure face, what happened to her to hate the men in this village so much?