Not long after driving on the township road, the tractor finally turned into a gravel-assisted path.

The mountain road is long and narrow, and there are few people along the way.

The strange old man has never spoken.

Chen Wenyao wanted to ask something several times, but was finally stopped by the old man's eyes.

This old man must have a story!" Chen Wenyao guessed in his heart.

"This weather, there are weirdness. The old man suddenly raised his head, looked at the cloudy sky, and muttered to himself.

Chen Wenyao was not surprised, this must have come with him. He has not passed the sky, and basically wherever he goes, this thunderstorm will follow.

Fortunately, it hadn't started to rain yet, so Chen Wenyao didn't worry about anything, but just took the opportunity to ask the old man: "Uncle is afraid of rain and has no time to collect clothes?"

The old man squinted at Chen Wenyao, smiled, and grinned: "The little cub still wants to set your ancestor's words, be tender." ”

Chen Wenyao touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.

The old man's eyes were hidden in the narrowness unique to the mountain people, and he said to Chen Wenyao: "Descendants, I don't ask you what you are doing in the opposite village, but I kindly remind you that you may not be able to come back if you go." ”

Chen Wenyao pretended to be stunned and didn't know anything, and asked in surprise: "Why is this, is it the Longtan Tiger's Den there?"

The old man held the tractor with one hand, but with the other hand he picked his feet, and said vaguely: "I don't know how many rumors there are in this ditch, and the dead people can't figure it out, which Longtan tiger's den can dig up hundreds of old corpses casually?"

"Old corpse?" Chen Wenyao heard an unfamiliar word, and didn't know what it meant.

"You're a hammer, and you don't know any of them. The old man obviously rarely talks to people, but today he met Chen Wenyao, even if he was a little cynical, but he couldn't help but open the conversation.

Chen Wenyao said with a smile: "I'm young, I haven't experienced anything, and I definitely don't understand anything." Uncle, tell me about it. ”

The old man's mouth opened again, a mouthful of yellow teeth made from smoking all year round, uneven, and there was still dirt in the black room between the teeth, and the bad breath was quite serious when he spoke, and Chen Wenyao couldn't bear it.

"The old corpse is a corpse that is old but has not decayed, if it is placed in the tomb, it is a zongzi. The old man explained with a smile.

Chen Wenyao understood now, but his doubts were still not solved, and he asked: "What is the matter with the hundreds of old corpses you are talking about? ”

The old man suddenly stopped talking, grinded his teeth, laughed again, and said, "Just thirty years ago, you cub didn't have a shadow at that time." ”

Chen Wenyao suddenly realized that this old man was talking about the murderous demon king two thirty years ago.

"By the way, uncle, you are from here, you must know some inside stories back then. "The time when that incident happened is far away, Chen Wenyao also heard others mention it by chance when he grew up, but the details are not very clear, except for a page of unreliable encyclopedia on the Internet, there is very little credible information.

The old man's feet were wiped quite refreshed, and he changed the handlebar with one hand, and continued to pick the other foot, "What is there to say, don't you talk about it in the newspaper." ”

Chen Wenyao said: "You said it, I wasn't born at that time, where can I read the newspaper news." ”

The old man tilted his head and looked at Chen Wenyao: "Why are you inquiring about this?"

Chen Wenyao smiled and said, "Anyway, it's boring, just ask." Otherwise, it would be boring to sit in the car. ”

The old man nodded tremblingly, and after buckling his foot, he went directly to scratch the hand on the handlebar.

Chen Wenyao only found out at this time that the old man's hands actually had six fingers.

However, the position of the extra fingers in the two palms is different, the left hand is the branch finger, and the right hand is long behind the tail finger.

The old man scratched the extra finger of his right hand.

"There's nothing to say about that. The old man didn't notice that Chen Wenyao was paying attention to his hand, and said with interest: "How many years, I have said everything." However, I didn't get to the point, and I played the piano blindly. ”

Chen Wenyao listened to the meaning of this old man's words, as if he really knew something inside, and immediately asked, "Why are they talking nonsense?"

"The newspaper said that the 'perverted murderer' had killed half of the whole village, which is not nonsense. The old man's face was full of indignation, and he spat and said: "There are only a few families in the opposite village, and more than 300 people have been killed, and the village has been wiped out a long time ago." Is anyone else willing to stay in that village?"

Chen Wenyao thought to himself, if so many people really disappeared in a village, I am afraid that they would have escaped a long time ago, and after thinking about it, Chen Wenyao asked again: "Didn't you say that people were deceived from other places?"

"This is even more nonsense, you look at this mountain, this water, this road, which one without a brain will be deceived to come here. Can you deceive one or two, and can you deceive more than three hundred?" the old man was even more disdainful of this, and seemed to be a little angry, "Those newspapers, nonsense all day long, have caused the reputation of the village to stink, and there is no way to move out, so I can only wait for death in the village." ”

Chen Wenyao asked: "If the newspaper is fake, why don't you care about the political axe?"

The old man grinned, with the expression of "spitting and spitting", "What do you care? If you don't let me say that, then what do you say? Three hundred corpses fell from the sky? Or did they grow from the ground?"

Chen Wenyao was shocked, no matter what the rumors were, those three hundred corpses were the truth after all, if they were not explained clearly, it would indeed be a big deal!

"What does the uncle mean, that Wang Er was wronged?" Chen Wenyao clarified the meaning of the old man's words.

The old man pinched the ashes on his body and said, "What's the use of being wronged or not, people have been shot for so many years, and the bones have been burned to ashes." ”

Chen Wenyao was silent.

After a while, Chen Wenyao changed the topic and said, "Uncle, what do you want to do with this cart of bricks?"

The old man snorted twice, and said angrily: "Build a grave for yourself to sleep." ”

Chen Wenyao joked with him and said, "Then where is your grave going to be built?"

The old man really raised his hand and pointed in one direction: "It's right there." ”

Chen Wenyao looked in the direction he pointed and found that it was a hill shaped like a bun, and there was a stone tablet about two meters high standing in front of the mountain, and the words "Qingshuigou" were seen from a distance.

"Qingshuigou has arrived?" Chen Wenyao asked, "Then I'll come down, thank you, uncle." ”

The old man said goodbye and said, "Aren't you going to the opposite village, I'll send you over and come back." ”

"I'm sorry about that. Chen Wenyao said with a smile.

The old man also smiled and said, "It's okay, anyway, I'm going to go to the opposite village, you can take a ride, and have a companion to chat and pass the time." ”

Chen Wenyao said the same in his heart, and said, "Thank you so much." ”

"Thank you, sit tight, it's going downhill. The old man put his hands on the handlebars, put on gear, and slowly passed the stone monument.

Closer to the monument, Chen Wenyao saw that there were other words on the monument.

The three words Qingshuigou should have been carved out, and then filled with ink, so it was black, but it was a little old, and the ink sweat was almost washed, revealing the true color of the stone. There are still two lines of words on the side, which are red, as if they have just been scraped, but they have not been shaved clean.

Chen Wenyao stared at it for a while, and then he barely made out a few words:

"This ...... Earth...... Uninhabited...... Three hundred?"

What does this mean?! Chen Wenyao was a little puzzled, looking at the remaining traces, the font and "Qingshuigou" are not the same type, it should have been added later.

It's just why he wrote such a sentence, and who would write it? Chen Wenyao was puzzled.

Chen Wenyao saw that the old man also glanced at the stele, so he asked, "Uncle, do you know who carved the words on the side of this stele?"

The old man took a sip of green phlegm and said casually, "Hell, maybe it's a madman." ”

"Then what do you mean that there are no three hundred people here?" asked Chen Wenyao puzzled.

The old man had a look of astonishment on his face and said, "Can you see the words on it?"

Chen Wenyao replied: "I can't see clearly, half guessed. Is this a proverb or something?"

The old man was silent for a while, and then said, "This is the day that Wang Er was shot, and someone carved two lines of words on this tablet. Later, it was scraped by the villagers, and someone painted it again a few days later. After adding it, some people passing by scraped it again. In this way, over and over again, the stele has been scraped a thin layer, and this word is still there every day. If you don't have it, you'll be able to see these two lines tomorrow. ”

Chen Wenyao said strangely: "Uncle should know what these two lines of words are, right?"

The old man didn't answer, and drove straight to the tractor, and turned downhill to a more muddy path.