Early autumn of the 80's.

A faint glimmer of light pulled the shadows of the piles of rice stacks, and the village was silent, except for one family's house with bright lights and faint conversations.

"What should I do now?" said an old voice, still a little flustered in his voice, sitting on the threshold of the outhouse, smoking one dry cigarette after another.

The room behind him was full of footsteps, and everyone paced back and forth in the room with panicked expressions on their faces.

The sound came from far and near, and in Xiaozhou's ears, her thoughts became more and more blurred, but also more and more clear.

"Uncle, what do you say you are doing? Alas, you still want to marry someone else's little girl at this age, are you okay now?"

When the old man heard his words, he became anxious: "Why can't I marry her? I have given all the bride price, and it is really more than 100 yuan!"

"But now that the girl has jumped into the well, what do you say? ”

echoed the voice, this time it was a woman's voice: "Yes, my eldest brother is right to ask this, uncle, what do you think we should do now?"

The woman slapped her thigh anxiously as she spoke, and she looked at the old man in front of her, who was refilling the cigarette pouch and pot at the moment, and then lit it again, a very coherent set of movements.

Looking at him like this, the woman pursed her lips and couldn't help but count it down again: "Uncle, what are you doing here, when you just ate candy and drank wine, you only cared about your beautiful daughter-in-law, and didn't take care of us, but now it's good, you remembered us when something happened!"

This person's voice was a little mean and familiar, Cheng Xiaozhou tried to see her face clearly, so he opened his eyes with great difficulty, but the next moment he found himself floating in mid-air.

She shook her aching brain, and what caught her eyes was the soaking red figure on the ground.

That face was already blistered and pale......

Cheng Xiaozhou's face was horrified, and the moment she saw that face, her eyes widened in fear.

"That's right, uncle, you've gone too far, because the eldest mother is gone, so we should take care of you as juniors, you said that you are just living alone and living happily, why do you have to marry a daughter-in-law?

The old man was sitting on a wooden chair, and after listening to his words, he knocked on the cigarette pouch and pot in his hand with some dissatisfaction: "I called you here to discuss things, not to let you talk about these!"

Seeing that he had a straight face, several juniors around him didn't dare to speak, and only glanced at him secretly.

"Then what do you say?" or the man who had been talking just now was bolder, and no one else dared to ask or say, only he dared.

The old man glared angrily: "I? I know a fart!"

Seeing that he was about to lose his temper again, the woman with a mean voice before stepped forward and carefully coaxed: "Uncle, don't be angry with us first, our top priority now is to find a way to get this person away." ”

Her finger pointed to the red figure on the ground, and after just one glance at the miserable little white face, she quickly looked away, and couldn't help but muttered in her heart:

"Amitabha, don't come to me! I have nothing to do with your death, if you want to find you, come to my uncle! He forced you to die!"

The old man couldn't hear her voiceover, but he thought that she had said something for a long time.

He took a sharp puff of dry smoke, and didn't want to look at the people on the ground: "She doesn't want to enter our ancestral grave, in my opinion, it's better to throw her directly into the stream at the head of the village while it's dark." ”

The woman's expression was grim, and she said with some hesitation: "But the whole village knows that she is married to you......"

"Stupid! That's why she died in the stream, if she died at home, I really wouldn't be able to tell!" poured the ashes from the cigarette pouch and pot in his hand, he had calmed down in such a short time, and he couldn't see the emptiness on his face.

"Uncle is really wise, so we can say that she escaped on her own, but she didn't see the way in the dark and fell into the stream. The woman admired her uncle's cruelty, as if it was not a man lying on the ground, but an animal.

"It's because she doesn't know how to lift, and she can't blame me!" A fierce light appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he glanced deeply at the people on the ground.

Cheng Xiaozhou looked at the red figure on the ground, the face was snow-white without a trace of color, his hair was still wet and sticking to his forehead, and there were even large water stains on the surrounding floor tiles.

Now that face and even body are a little swollen with blisters, but Cheng Xiaozhou can still recognize it at a glance, because she has looked at that face and facial features in the mirror no less than ten times a day.

That face is her......

At this moment, the memories poured into her mind like a mountain of water, and she just remembered that she was now dead, dead today when she was forced to marry this widower.

"Uncle, have you heard of a thing?" the woman spoke again.

Cheng Xiaozhou, who had a headache, heard her voice and looked at her, the woman in front of her had a square face and small eyes, and a pair of thick and black eyebrows were now wrinkled slightly, like eight twenty on a clock.

She has seen this person several times, she is the widower's niece, her name is Feng Qiuli.

Because she is married to someone from the same village, she has a sense of superiority and is a famous shrew within a radius of ten miles.

At this moment, her mysterious look made Cheng Xiaozhou can't help but want to hear what she says.

"What's the matter?" the old widower was obviously curious, and asked suspiciously with triangular eyes, and the cloudy old eyes were even more terrifying.

"It is said that people who die in red wedding dresses will become powerful ghosts!" Feng Chunli deliberately lowered her voice, looking mysterious.

"Nonsense!" the old man had been a butcher all his life, and the last thing he believed was what the ghosts and gods said: "Hurry up and throw her away." ”

"Uncle, this is a human life, in case one day other people's parents find it. ”

Besides, it's been two years since I saw anyone looking for her, and even the people who brought her don't know where her home is, so how easy is it for her to find her family?

Yes, Cheng Xiaozhou was indeed deceived back then, and it has been almost two years since he came to Qingxi Town.

In the past two years, she has experienced hardship, and even kept thinking about how to escape, but she has never been able to escape from the village.

Thinking of this mileage, Xiaozhou had a headache, and she held her aching head and floated in the air all the time.

The voice not far away gradually drifted over, Cheng Xiaozhou was still gritting her teeth although the pain was unbearable, she tried to hear their words clearly.

The sound of their babbling conversation floated over, and Cheng Xiaozhou couldn't really hear it, so he could only vaguely hear a few words.

"I've heard people say that if you want her to not become a ghost, you can only ......"

What can it be?

Cheng Xiaozhou gritted his teeth and tried to hear clearly, but he couldn't hear anything.