The anchor is dying every day [System]

The tall and strong man glanced at the woman, nodded silently, then he winked at several young and strong young men around him, and they gathered around the child on the bed, as if preparing to move the body away.

The woman screamed when she saw this, and rushed to scratch the tall and strong man in the lead, but was easily restrained by him.

So she screamed like crazy, and at the same time burst into the mouth: "You bunch of grandchildren! Bad embryos with sores on the top of the head! Do you think I don't know what the child buried in that field is for? You heartless bastards, why didn’t the mountain god kill you first! If you make me anxious, everyone will die, look at me... woo woo woo!"

Before she could finish cursing, the village head blocked her mouth with a livid face and found a rag. He stared at the struggling woman with vicious eyes, waved his hand, and ordered the tall and strong man: "Tie her up and let her out tomorrow. She can't interfere with tonight's funeral."

The tall and strong man nodded in agreement, then he really found a hemp rope at the village doctor's house, and tied the struggling woman firmly.

During this period, other people in the house just watched, and no one made a sound to stop it.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiao Yuening's face changed, but after hesitating for a while, he endured it and did not speak rashly.

This village is full of weirdness, and his mission has not yet been figured out. If he wants to continue to settle here, it is best not to make extra troubles, so as not to arouse the jealousy of the villagers and be kicked out.

The village chief thought that Xiao Yuening would speak for women again this time, but seeing that he was not in the limelight, he glanced at him in surprise.

Xiao Yuening avoided his gaze, lowered his head and thought for a while, and then said to the old man, "Master, are you going to have a funeral tonight? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The village chief took a puff of his cigarette and said in his voice hoarse from the smoke: "This is a rule in our village. The corpse of a child who died prematurely cannot stay overnight."

"Oh." Xiao Yuening nodded, and then said, "Then can I attend the funeral tonight? It's a pity that this child left at such a young age. I also want to do my best at the funeral Do you think so?"

As soon as Xiao Yuening said this, all the villagers in the room looked at him.Some of these eyes were surprised, some were vigilant, and even some younger villagers were full of anger, almost unable to hold back and rushed to beat him.

...Although Chinese people have always shy away from funerals, sometimes they will feel unlucky when they encounter a funeral car on the road, and they will avoid it all the way.

But Xiao Yuening felt that although his request to attend a stranger's funeral was weird, the people in front of him wouldn't have such an attitude, right?Could it be that, as the woman said when she scolded just now, there is actually some kind of secret hidden in this funeral?

He silently saw the performance of the villagers in his eyes, and secretly wrote it down in his heart.

Compared with these young villagers, the village chief was much calmer.

He took another two puffs of the cigarette, and exhaled thick white smoke rings from his mouth. Through the smoke, he looked at Xiao Yuening with his cloudy old eyes, and said with a smile: "Young man, you are very curious, aren't you?"

Xiao Yuening also smiled: "It's not because of this child's young age that I want to give him a ride...Master, do you think this will work? I will abide by the rules of your village."

"Naturally, foreigners who come to our place have to obey the rules." The village head knocked the cigarette pot in his hand on the wall on one side, and said casually, "Because anyone who doesn't obey the rules has already been condemned by the mountain god."

Xiao Yuening frowned when he heard the words, and he thought of what he heard from the little girl who seemed to be a ghost when he first entered the village.

She once said that the outsiders who came to this village would eventually disappear, and after a few days of disappearance, they would come back by themselves, but they had already become fools.

Could this be the so-called punishment from the mountain god that the village chief said?

"Outsiders are not allowed to attend the funeral in our village," said the village chief. "This is a rule passed down from generation to generation. We taboo this, so you can't go."

"Oh." Xiao Yuening could only nod his head, "That's really a pity."

It seems that it is impossible to follow the past openly, so I can only follow the past quietly at night to find out...

He had a hunch that there might be a major discovery tonight.

After leaving the village doctor's house, Xiao Yuening went back to the rented old man's house for lunch.

At the dinner table, Xiao Yuening told him about the accidental death of a child in the village, and tried to find out some information from him.But the old man seemed to have heard about it from other villagers, and he didn't show much surprise to Xiao Yuening's words, but heaved a deep sigh.

Seeing the sad expression on his face, Xiao Yuening thought for a while, and tentatively asked: "Master, I see that the child's parents seem to be very resistant to the village burying the child so soon? And she also said, she Your child cannot be buried in 'that field', what is 'that field'? What will happen if you are buried there?"

The uncle raised his head and took a deep look at Xiao Yuening, and after a while, he said, "She was talking about the cemetery to the west of our village, where the cemetery is specially used to bury children who died early...they are buried there The child can't enter the ancestral hall for life, and can't be worshiped with incense during the New Year's festival. The child's mother probably loves the child, so she doesn't want to."

Xiao Yuening snorted and nodded thoughtfully.

The cemetery to the west of the village is probably the deserted cemetery he found this morning?It really looks like no one has ever been swept there.It turns out that there is a place where people from the town of ghosts specially use to bury children who died prematurely?

But there are hundreds of graves in the cemetery. Could it be that so many children have died in this small village in front of them?

... No, you can't say that either.Although the village in front of me is small, it was a small town many years ago, the legendary Ghost Town!I heard that it was also prosperous, and the population is naturally incomparable with the current scale.

I just don’t know these tombs, when was the earliest one built?Hundreds of children, even if one dies a month, it will take more than ten years to erect so many graves, right?

The birth rate is declining, and the chances of children dying are too high. If this continues, perhaps in a few decades, this legendary ghost village will completely cease to exist.

It's already like this, why do these villagers still stay here instead of leaving to settle elsewhere?

You know, this is not ancient times, and there is no saying that the homeland is hard to leave.

Xiao Yuening's thoughts turned several times in his mind, but he pretended to be gossiping, and continued to inquire with the old man: "Master, I heard...that child's father left the mother and child and ran away? What's going on? What's the matter? Did you have an affair outside?"

The old man glanced at Xiao Yuening, hesitated for a long time before saying: "No, he doesn't want to stay in the village anymore, he wants to escape... wants to leave." After a pause, the old man spoke in a low voice with difficulty Said: "But those who can't get away, no one can get away... The mountain god will punish those who betray the gods, and there will be no good end..."

His voice was very low in the last few words, if Xiao Yuening's ears were not sensitive enough, he wouldn't even be able to hear what he said clearly.

So, it's not that you don't want to go, but that you don't dare to go?

Xiao Yuening nodded, and understood a little bit in his heart, but all the answers will not be revealed until the funeral at night.

As he was thinking about his own thoughts, the uncle's voice suddenly came from his ear.

The old man who had always been lukewarm towards Xiao Yuening before, now looked at him with complicated eyes, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "You... If you have nothing to do, you should leave our village earlier, you I also don’t want the board and lodging expenses. Our place...our place...actually doesn’t welcome visitors from outside, so you should leave quickly.”

Xiao Yuening looked at him in surprise, and immediately, his eyes softened, but he said: "But I still want to stay for a few more days, your place has a beautiful scenery, especially suitable for traveling."

The old man's lips twitched twice, as if he wanted to say something more.

But Xiao Yuening smiled and said: "Master, you don't think I eat too much, do you? Don't worry, I will definitely pay, and I will definitely not renege on my debt."

It's hard to persuade a ghost who is about to die.

In the end, the old man gave up on persuasion, but told Xiao Yuening with a blank expression: "Then remember not to go out at night, and don't get up to watch when you hear anything... there is a mountain behind our village , there will be wild animals coming and going at night, so be careful, don't get hurt."

Xiao Yuening nodded with a smile.

After eating lunch, Xiao Yuening started wandering around the village again, trying to find some clues that he had inadvertently ignored.

Because a child had just died at noon, the atmosphere in the village was really not good at this time. The whole village was busy preparing for the funeral at night.

It was precisely because of this that Xiao Yuening, an outsider who had nothing to do and was still wandering around, looked extremely abrupt in an instant.As a result, no matter where he went, he was always greeted with eyes of rejection and disgust.

Under such unfriendly treatment, Xiao Yuening did not hesitate at all. Despite the hostility of the villagers, he was still silently looking for clues to the mission that he might have left behind.

He even went to the mountain temple again, but he didn't expect that as soon as he walked to the place this time, he saw a red coffin standing at the entrance of the mountain temple from a distance, and judging by the size of the coffin, it was obviously a villager. The coffin they prepared for the child who died suddenly at noon.

But the child obviously died in less than two hours, right?Why is his coffin already prepared in the village?Could it be that he was expected to die?

...Or, in fact, this village has already prepared the coffins of the children in advance, just waiting for the children to die, and they can be used immediately?

Simply terrified.

Xiao Yuening didn't dare to think about it any further, he tried his best to withdraw his thoughts, and looked at the coffin in front of him.

The coffin was blood red all over, which made people feel ominous.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Xiao Yuening went straight to the coffin to check.But after getting closer, he realized that the coffin was as thin as cardboard. He felt that if he kicked the coffin wall at this moment, he could definitely kick a big hole out of it.

Can such a coffin be used to bury people?This village is not so poor that it can't even afford a decent coffin, right?

And yesterday, on the way here, he saw that the coffin used in the village to send the dead old man's funeral was obviously a very thick normal coffin.

In this village, is there such a big difference in the funerals of children who died young and old people who died normally?

Xiao Yuening was even more puzzled. This mission seemed to be solving an unknown mystery.

The weird village, the evil god that has not been found yet... All these filled his heart with unanswered puzzles.

In a blink of an eye, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

After the sky completely darkened, the old man told Xiao Yuening to rest early, and he quickly returned to the main room and locked the door.

Xiao Yuening pretended that he had already gone back to the house to sleep, and after lying on the bed for more than ten minutes, he quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put his backpack on his back and took his weapon, and left the yard without a sound.

As expected, the village has become quiet. Xiao Yuening guessed that the people in charge of delivering the funeral should have gathered at the child's house by now, and the other villagers who have nothing to do with the funeral procession probably locked their rooms early just like the old man The door fell asleep.

Xiao Yuening turned on his phone and entered the live broadcast room.

Because last night, he told the netizens in advance that he would broadcast live the next day, so as soon as he entered his live broadcast room, he found that there were already many netizens waiting for the broadcast to start.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuening was also unambiguous, and directly turned on the camera, starting his live broadcast journey tonight.

After the video signal was connected, Xiao Yuening's figure appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room, and behind him was the pitch-black night.

"Old irons, hello everyone! That's right, it's me again, and I'm going to bring you a wonderful and exciting live broadcast again!"

Xiao Yuening looked at the camera and said, "I'm still in Ghost Town in City B. This former town has gradually become a mere town because of the ultra-low birth rate and the increasing child mortality rate. A small village with only more than 300 people left... There are countless weird legends here, such as a village that becomes dead after the sun goes down; funerals that are only held at night; countless children who died young; ...This kind of inconceivableness casts a layer of mystery and spookiness on this village, causing people outside the village to secretly give it a rather terrifying nickname - 'ghost village'!"

While walking through the dead village, Xiao Yuening mobilized all his energy and continued to explain to the netizens: "Let me tell you a piece of unfortunate news. At noon today, a child in the village accidentally fell. Knocked on a sharp stone, and then died of bleeding... This is an unfortunate accident, and it also made one more child die in this village."

"...During the day, I witnessed the death of the child with my own eyes, and the follow-up treatment of the villagers. What makes me feel quite weird is that the village head of this village is not even willing to give time to stop the coffin, asking The child must be buried that night, and the place of burial is a mass cemetery, and it is worth mentioning that hundreds of children who also died young have been buried in this cemetery before."

"The child's mother was very excited and wanted to refuse. From what she said, it seemed that there was something strange about the funeral. But the village chief insisted on going his own way and demanded that the child be buried that night. For this reason, he even asked the people in the village to take the child away. My mother was tied up, she was not allowed to go out, and she was not allowed to attend the funeral of her child... When the villagers were not paying attention, I saw the coffin they had prepared for the child. It was a very, very thin red coffin How thin is it? So thin that I feel that if they accidentally hit a stone on the way to the funeral, the coffin might be broken on the spot..."

Xiao Yuening said, looking at the screen of the mobile phone that was constantly scrolling: "Do you think this is normal? Why did the village chief insist on burying that night? Why did the child's mother try to stop it? What's the secret behind this? Will the funeral have something to do with the truth about the many strange things that happened in Yinhun Village?"

After a lot of narration, the netizens in the live broadcast room finally vaguely guessed what the content of tonight's live broadcast was.

"So, is the anchor going to broadcast the funeral live now?"

"I didn't expect the anchor to go through so much during the day? It would have been great if he had also broadcast live at that time."

"Don't tell me, after I watched the live broadcast last night, I specifically asked a classmate of mine in City B to inquire about it. His home happened to be near the town of Ghosts. I heard that people there do have the habit of holding funerals at night. Sometimes I When the classmate’s family members drive by, they will see a white funeral procession from a distance, which is very scary..."

"Damn, isn't it scary? Isn't it miserable for the people living in the villages near them?"

……

Seeing that the start was good, Xiao Yuening exchanged a few words with the netizens, hung the phone around his neck, and walked towards the child's house with the Ghost Blade tightly in his hand.

Before approaching the yard, Xiao Yuening saw a fire coming from the yard from a distance, so he quietly hid outside the fence and looked inside.

Sure enough, the funeral procession had assembled in the yard. All of them were dressed in white mourning clothes, but probably because the deceased was a junior, the standard of mourning they wore this time was far less grand than that of the old man who passed away last night. It can even be said to be a bit perfunctory.Even the number of people was much less than last night. Counting them, there were only ten people.

Naturally, there is no relative team holding the spirit. The child's mother is still tied up in a nearby hut with ropes. Her mouth seems to be blocked, and she whimpers from time to time. Ways to help him manage these.

The other people present obviously didn't have such leisurely intentions. They seemed to just want to transport the child's body out of the village for burial, and didn't care much about other things.

Through the crack of the door, Xiao Yuening saw the village chief holding his hands in his hands, and whispering something to the young mourners with a serious face, through the light from the white paper lanterns carried by the people in the courtyard.

The people in their village no longer use modern tools at night, and even rely on white paper lanterns for lighting. The village head's old wrinkled face, under the white light of the lantern, has a gloomy and gloomy expression. Weird meaning.As for the other young adults in the courtyard who were silently preparing for various matters, their faces were as stiff as wax figures, exuding a sense of insensitivity.

The dead child was lying alone in the center of the pitch-black main room. His body was covered with a white cloth. The pale cloth completely covered his small body from head to toe, only a pair of black cloth shoes were exposed. little feet.

Xiao Yuening wasn't sure if there were any relatives of the dead child among the people in the courtyard, but he probably didn't, because he couldn't see a single bit of sadness on the faces of these people, only indifference and indifference .

As the time passed, the hour hand slowly pointed to ten o'clock in the evening.

Seeing that the time was up, the village chief immediately waved his hand and asked someone to carry out the corpse in the middle of the main room and put it in the coffin.

Because there were too many people surrounding the coffin at this time, Xiao Yuening couldn't see the specific situation inside. He could only vaguely see the village chief throwing paper money around the coffin, while chanting words as if chanting a spell.

After the ceremony was over, the village chief waved his hand, and a young man with a hammer squeezed into the crowd.

Because of the crowd, Xiao Yuening couldn't quite understand what he wanted to do, but immediately, the sound of a hammer hitting a nail came in his ears, this person should be nailing the coffin nails.

... I really don't know how these people hammered the nails into such a thin coffin?Will the coffin not crack?

From the sound of knocking nails, the Westinghouse where the mother of the child was locked up began to hear noises.

The woman was bound and gagged, unable to speak or move.Xiao Yuening was outside the yard, only to hear her muffled but mournful wailing sound from her throat, as if she was eagerly praying to the people in the yard for something, and it was constantly mixed with the sound of her body hitting sundries The noisy noises should all be caused by her struggling hard.

It's a pity that most of the people in the courtyard looked indifferent, and continued with the unfinished business indifferently, no one paid any attention to her grief.

It was the youngest looking young man who couldn't help turning his head to look at the closed door after hearing the commotion, but before his eyes showed sympathy, the village chief's gloomy gaze swept over him. When he came over, the young man retracted his neck in fear, and lowered his head, not daring to look again.

After the coffin was nailed, four young and strong men took the initiative to lift the coffin, and then, this simple funeral procession carried the coffin towards the gate of the courtyard.

Sensing that her child was leaving, the woman in the West Room burst into a violent howl to no avail, and finally let out an extremely sad sob.But even so, it still couldn't stop everyone in the courtyard from carrying the coffin.

Seeing the funeral procession carrying the coffin towards the courtyard gate, Xiao Yuening quickly hid in the corner of the house.

After the coffin bearers walked out of the alley and left slowly, he came out from his hiding place and followed quietly.

Except for the four people who carried the coffin, the other mourners each held a white paper lantern for lighting.

The village chief walked in the front of the team to clear the way. As he walked, he kept throwing paper money into the air, and he was still muttering something, but he didn't know what he was muttering.

This group of people carried the coffin and walked silently in the dark and dead village.

There was no suona mourning, no crying, and the team was quiet.

At first glance, it doesn't look like a funeral procession, but rather a group of emotionless paper figurines wandering silently at night.

The cemetery in the west of the village was not too far away, and the group arrived at the place after walking for about half an hour.

As soon as they stepped into the wasteland, a strange cold wind suddenly howled out from the forest, making the leaves rustling. At first glance, it sounded like countless children crying.

This sudden change caused an uneasy commotion in the coffin-carrying team. The faces of the funeral villagers all showed terrified expressions, and they hesitated to move forward.

"Don't stop! Hurry up!" Seeing this, the village chief immediately sternly reprimanded him.

The young people looked at each other a few times. Although they were still uneasy, they could only bite the bullet and move on.

Xiao Yuening quietly followed the group of people, watching them shuttle between rows of neat graves.

Under the bleak moonlight, the large and small graves look even more eerie and terrifying. When a living person walks through them, there is always a feeling that maybe the next moment, he will be grabbed by his ankles by the ghost claws that suddenly emerge from the tomb. terrible associations.

The villagers carried the coffin, walked through the tombs for a while, and finally came to a slightly flat place, and put the red coffin down gently.

Xiao Yuening happened to have seen this place during the day, and thought it might be an open space reserved for burying newcomers.

At this time, there was a newly dug earth pit in the open space, which should be the tomb prepared by the villagers in advance during the day.

Xiao Yuening hid behind a grave and poked his head out, staring at the group of people not far away without blinking.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always felt that there was always a very uncomfortable smell coming from the newly dug grave, but when he came to check the cemetery during the day, he obviously didn't smell anything.