That night, the whole village heard the shrill sobs, and they were all too frightened to go out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe whole village waited quietly, patiently waiting for the dawn. Particularly frighteningly, a bitter wind blew during the night, followed by clouds and heavy rain. The wind sent a scent, the smell of blood.

Early the next morning, the villagers formed a team and went to the ancient house in the lower village to find out, but they saw that the people who had volunteered last night were all lying on the ground, pale and bloated, and even more outrageous, their eyes seemed to be highlighted, and they all opened their eyes, their mouths were wide open, as if they had seen something terrible before they died. When the people who went in saw this, they were so frightened that they fled in a hurry, and they didn't dare to turn their heads back. What's more, after some people escaped, they were often haunted by nightmares at night, and they fell ill one after another, and due to the limitations of medical conditions and the inconvenience of transportation here, it was not long before anyone who entered the antiquities either died of illness or accident.

At that time, the village was full of mourning, and most of the people mourned more than their hearts died, especially the white-haired people sent the black-haired people, can they not mourn? In order to put an end to such a tragedy, the people in the village unanimously adopted the ancient house in the lower village as a place for ghosts. For some time, living persons were also off-limits. Every Qingming Festival, there are also worships on the Ghost Festival. There is a saying that money can make ghosts grind, and after those ghosts accepted the worship of the villagers, they also settled down a lot. Nothing has happened in recent years.

In the age of advanced information, gradually, the haunting of the ancient houses in the lower village has spread far and wide, and those outsiders are all attracted by the mysterious events of the ancient houses in the lower village. At first, the people in the village would stop and warn, but those people didn't take it seriously. There was a lot of noise when they went to the ancient house, but strangely, they were all right.

Later, fewer people came, and perhaps began to doubt the authenticity of the haunting of the ancient house. When the people in the village saw this, they ignored it and let outsiders visit it casually. Today, Shimomura Ancient House is a sight to behold for outsiders. However, villagers passing by occasionally heard whispers coming from the old house, as if someone was talking inside. Regardless of whether these things are true or not, why do these rumors persist for so long? If they are false, they are widely circulated in every generation.

Just as Uncle Rong was talking, the shrubs in the high place in front of him fell mottled black shadows, and by the soft moonlight, the craggy trees were like ghost shadows, accompanied by the crackling sound of the withered yellow leaves being touched, as if something was stepping on the withered yellow leaves, even if I wanted to ignore this strange sound, the sound became clearer and clearer. Bai Xuanzhi was the first to react, and shouted in the direction of the bushes: "Who? Who is there?" He stood up, walked to the bushes in three steps and two steps, and pushed away, and an all-black cat quietly walked out of the bushes like a ghost, jumped to Bai Xuanzhi's feet, and slipped into the deeper darkness as soon as he slipped away. "Hey, it turned out to be a wild cat, it scared me to death!" Lin Yao patted his chest, relieved as if relieved.

On the contrary, it was Aunt Rong, she immediately approached Lin Yao's side, and said nervously: "Are you okay? Are you scared?" She glanced at Uncle Rong and said inquiringly: "Let's go in and talk, the night is cold and the wind is cold, be careful of catching a cold." Aunt Rong stood up and prepared to coax us into the house. Uncle Rong's face was also a little wrong, as if he was frightened by something, his hands holding the pipe were shaking slightly. Bai Xuanzhi, who was standing in front of the bushes, stared left and right a few times, but didn't see the black cat, shook his head, and followed us into the house.

Zhang Lin also found Uncle Rong's overreaction, it stands to reason that it is just a black cat, so it won't be scared like this. Zhang Linzhong felt that Uncle Rong was hiding something, he glanced at Lin Yao, and the two stepped aside, talking about something in an almost whispered tone. To be honest, I always felt that something was wrong, like someone was watching us. Is it the black cat? I rejected this ridiculous idea, wild cats, which is very common in the countryside.

At this time, Zhang Lin and Lin Yao stopped talking and walked over. Lin Yao didn't even blink his eyes, he just looked at Uncle Rong like this, and the panicked look on Uncle Rong's face. At this time, I was also quite curious, could Uncle Rong's reaction be a little too late? Could it be that he really didn't tell us something? At that moment, I felt confused, and I couldn't figure out whether I was thinking too much or Uncle Rong was hiding something from us. In the next second, Lin Yao asked bluntly, "Uncle Rong, are you ...... What is there to hide from us?" Hearing Lin Yao's voice, Uncle Rong raised his head slightly and looked at him, neither denying nor admitting it. The more Uncle Rong deliberately concealed it like this, the more I realized that things were terrible, and maybe he had something unspeakable. I began to think about the facts about the appearance of the black cat.

Aunt Rong also looked out in a panic at this time, as if she was worried that something would appear, and their expression made people wonder what facts were being hidden. However, they don't want to talk about it, and such cranky thinking is not an option.

"Uncle Rong, you might as well tell us. Zhang Lin stepped up and added.

Uncle Rong took a big puff of cigarette, saw that there was no cigarette, put the pipe on the coffee table next to him, sighed slightly, as if hesitating, he raised his head and looked at us, "No one in our village has cats." This sentence woke everyone present like a thunderbolt, no, it was more like a cursed magic sound. I swallowed my saliva and asked timidly, "Uncle Rong, what do you mean by this? No one has a cat?" Uncle Rong nodded, his voice trembling a little, "This is the custom of our village, and it is also taboo. I don't know the reason for this, anyway, this is a warning written by the ancestor in the ancestral hall. I've only heard my father mention it, and my father has also heard some people from the older generation, that there are no cats in our village, and if there are cats, it means that the village will face a catastrophe. Didn't you notice? Every household in our village has a dog, but there are no cats. "After Uncle Rong reminded me like this, I remembered it. When I visited the village during the day, I really saw that every house had a local dog in the yard, and I really didn't see a single cat. I don't think anyone can clearly explain the truth of all this. After all, these are events with a long history. It's just that why did our ancestors set this rule? These are mysteries that we can't solve, and the mysteries of them are unknown.