"Look at what's in the fire. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Gillian pointed towards a flash of fire in front of her. The yellow and white paper in the fire was ignited by the flame and turned into a violent burn, and before it had time to turn into black and white ashes, the terrifying old woman threw the blue-black artemisia grass on the side into the fire at once. The flames were extinguished, emitting a thick cloud of green smoke that drifted towards the village with the wind.

When the artemisia grass suppressed the flames, and the flames turned blue and purple and were about to be extinguished, the fire tongs in the old woman's hand tossed the artemisia grass aside, and the flammable yellow-white paper was thrown out of her hand again. It was only then that I saw clearly that the yellow-white paper had actually been chiseled by thunder, and it was full of ancient and complicated lines.

Something in my heart was awakened at once, and I looked at the artemisia grass again, which turned out to be the legendary mugwort, that is, the kind of green artemisia that was worn on the head or placed on the doors and windows during the Dragon Boat Festival. This custom exists throughout the country because mugwort has the effect of warding off evil spirits. And at this moment, this side is burning the underworld coin, and on the other hand, it is burning the mugwort that drives away evil spirits, what does this mean? I became more and more incomprehensible.

Lao Yang spoke in a solemn tone. "It's chasing God. In this village, it is said that someone has just died and has not passed the first seven years and has come back to look for trouble. The people in the village didn't want to be entangled by him, but they didn't want to let him go away, so there was a god-chasing ritual. Burning the coin and mugwort, so that the unjust spirits wander outside the village and cannot enter the village. ”

It was only at this point that I finally understood what it was like to have a village full of lights and smoke in the middle of the night.

"It's not all. The exorcism of gods has long been extinct in other places because it is too cruel. The Immortal Coin is burned for the dead, but at this moment the soul of the dead is floating around, but because of the mugwort, it does not dare to approach easily, in fact, this is tantamount to making it suffer the greatest pleasure and pain in the world, which is an extraordinary torture. Therefore, people who know a little common sense will not use it anymore, especially against people they know well. ”

Gillian's eyes cast into the darkness in the distance, and her eyes seemed to be able to see things that we ordinary people can't see. Her voice became vicissitudes, and she continued, "Unless there is a special circumstance...... she glanced at me.

"Unless what?" The Mai woman asked curiously. Not only was she curious, but Lao Yang and I also looked at her with suspicious eyes.

"Unless, the living have a great deal of guilt for this undead. Like what...... He did something meaningful to everyone in his life, but for some unknown reason he had to die, so after his death, the guilty people would be afraid of his return, but they did not dare to take the initiative to disperse him, so they had to use this way. ”

Lao Yang nodded thoughtfully, I don't know where she heard about this. But at least it sounds reasonable, is this village really so weird?

"Are you really tourists? Then go into the village. As soon as Gillian's voice fell, the old woman suddenly spoke. Her face was full of smiles, but the wrinkled expression of her face, which had no nose, looked horrible no matter how much she smiled.

She threw all the wormwood in her hand into the brazier, and a puff of smoke rose into the sky, and if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she might have thought that there was a huge fire here.

The old woman stood beside the stone bridge and made way for our group. I looked ahead, and the village was in the shadows of the trees, almost forty or fifty households, but all the brick houses were approaching at this moment, and the lights were dazzlingly white.

We walked towards the front, not a single house, the door was a brazier, the women alternately threw the coin and wormwood into it, the wind blew down the mountain, all the green smoke curled and moved, filled with a smell of wormwood.

Each woman's hair was draped loosely, as if God had suddenly appeared. Gillian looked at it, her face became more and more pale, and Lao Yang kept signaling to Gillian with his eyes, and the two of them were actually exchanging information with their eyes.

"What's going on?" I asked them curiously. Unexpectedly, Lao Yang's face became stern, and he made a silent gesture towards me, and he even began to slow down his steps, and every step he took seemed to be afraid of stepping on something.

"Is that really that?" Lao Yang asked Gillian in a low voice.

Gillian didn't say a word, just looked at the braziers that were all kinds but also glowing and nodded.

Quiet, quiet to the extreme. The whole village was enveloped in an eerie atmosphere, with no sound, only the light of the fire. There is no child's laughter, and there is no man, and it seems that only the woman is left here to do the last stubborn resistance.

The woman who stayed behind didn't speak, and tacitly threw the coin and wormwood into the brazier in front of her. I was so depressed that I walked towards the woman closest to me, and I thought I was smiling brightly. "This sister-in-law, do you have a place to stay here?" I asked this and stood in front of her and waited, but after half a minute, Lao Yang walked up to me, and she still kept throwing the wormwood of the Stygian coin.

Is it deaf? Or dumb. I thought to myself, brushing her hair, Lao Yang saw my movements suddenly changed his face, and shouted: "No." ”

But it was still slow, and my hands were already brushing the hair from her face. The moment I saw my face, a layer of fine sweat instantly covered my back. What a face this is! A large black scar ran from the forehead to the corner of the mouth, and the scar had fine stitches, and the whole white face looked like a large centipede that was extremely hideous.

The woman was frightened by my move, and hurriedly retreated to her back, and then rushed through the door, afraid that I would be like this.

"Alas, what a poor village." Gillian also caught up from behind. The woman's movements were like stones thrown from calm water, and suddenly a chain reaction was startled, and the women at the door of three or four houses in a row all ran home, and the door was closed.

"I expected this to be the end, it looks like we're going to have to sleep on the streets tonight." Lao Yang sighed helplessly and said. I looked at the brazier after brazier, and my mind was a mess of what had happened to this village, and it had become like this.

Looking back at Lao Yang and Gillian, now they are the only ones who know, but seeing the expressions on the faces of those two people, I know that it is a vain question to ask. The woman in sackcloth walked over, with a habitual indifferent and arrogant look on her face, turning a blind eye to this scene, she was completely disdainful.

The wind was still blowing, the smoke enveloped the village, and a sense of desolation rose from the bottom of my heart.