Four o'clock in the morning.

It's getting dark.

Dawn came.

In front of the ancestral hall of the corpse village.

The village head, Death Minghui, carried a kerosene lamp and walked from the village path to the door of the ancestral hall.

Pushed open the wooden ancient door of the ancestral hall and walked in slowly.

The ancestral hall of the village is where the village committee is located.

But the village committee is in front, and the ancestral hall with the ancestral tablets is behind the village committee.

This is a forbidden place for the villagers, and only when they worship their ancestors every year, the villagers can come here to worship!

The ancestral hall looks very dilapidated, it has not been repaired for 50 years, and it is still an old tile house.

The overall structure of the ancestral hall is made of wood, which has fallen into disrepair, giving people the feeling that it is about to collapse.

Fortunately, the rain stopped.

Otherwise, there is a real possibility that the ancestral hall will collapse.

Walking into the ancestral hall, what caught my eye was a dense row of spiritual seats, layer after layer, covering the entire room.

There are no less than a thousand spiritual seats.

And even more.

Perhaps because it has not been cleaned for a long time, a lot of dust and cobwebs have fallen on the tablet and the offering table, giving people a desolate feeling.

"It's still there. It's all still there. ”

The village chief glared and swept over the spiritual seat one by one, and it took a long time before he spit out such a sentence.

Carrying a kerosene lamp, he walked to the left side of the tablet again.

Over there, there is a large offering table.

On the table, there are countless lamps.

It's all ancient lamps.

Some are on, some are out.

It is the duty of every patriarch to come to the ancestral hall every morning to offer incense and check the 'kerosene lamp'.

In the 20 years since the village chief took over the post of patriarch, every morning at four o'clock, he would come to the ancestral hall to offer incense and check the 'kerosene lamp'.

Over the years, 'the lights are on' and 'the lights are off', I don't know how many times.

The village chief died Minghui has long been accustomed to it.

Every time the light goes out, it represents the departure of an old friend.

This morning, I checked the ancient lamps as usual.

All of a sudden, the village chief was stunned.

His eyes widened as he stared at the top of the dense ancient lamp.

At the top of the lamp, a lamp that had been extinguished for many years came on.

At the top of the arrangement.

On that floor, there are only a few lights.

But one of the lights came on.

The next second.

The village chief, Ming Hui, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

'Bump'.

The village chief died Minghui didn't have time to incense his ancestors, so he pushed the door and left.

When you get outside, close the door immediately.

He kowtowed a few times to the ancestral hall, and then left the ancestral hall in a hurry.

After leaving the ancestral hall, the village chief did not go home, but immediately walked towards the back mountain.

It's 'Grave Hill'!

The hill where the corpses of the ancestors of the village are buried!

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Early this morning, the special forces Guan Xiuxian organized the passengers who were trapped in the village to leave the village.

I took a few villagers from the village and went out to explore the way.

The rain stopped and the sky cleared.

It's time to leave.

Every passenger wants to get out of here as soon as possible.

Ding Jie is no exception.

When I returned home last night, Ye Xiaoman and Gao Le's faces had not been very good-looking, as if they were frightened, their faces were dull, and they didn't want to go out of the house.

When it was almost noon, Guan Xiuxian and several male passengers and familiar villagers in the village returned.

Guan Xiuxian used to be a special soldier, and his strength was excellent.

Coupled with the neatness of his work, after several contacts, he has now become the leader of the trapped passengers.

Exploring the way and finding the way, he took the lead.

"There was a mudslide outside, the road was basically blocked, and we didn't go far from the village before we turned around and came back. ”

As soon as Guan Xiuxian came back, he said something like this.

Can't get out?

The road is blocked?

What to do?

It was as if the trapped passengers had lost their bearings.

I don't know what to do.

Walking back?

It's too far.

Dozens of kilometers of mountain roads, how to walk?

Mudslides may also occur.

"Don't worry, go back first. In the afternoon, we will talk to the village cadres to see if we can borrow excavators and agricultural tools from the village to clean up the mud and rocks blocking the road. ”

"When we looked at the road in the morning, there were only three sections of the road blocked by the mudslide. Just get out of the way and we'll be able to get out of here. If the village is willing to lend us tools and help us clean it up together, it will definitely be cleaned up in less than a week. ”

Guan Xiuxian is worthy of being a special soldier, after professional psychological training, leadership and organizational ability are beyond doubt, in the face of such difficulties, not only did not defeat him, but also quickly made a solution.

His decision was met with immediate response.

All agreed.

There is no way, you can't stay stuck in the village all the time waiting for rescue.

The effort that should be done, the work still has to be done.

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Midday.

"Aunt Li, what's going on in the village? It's been almost a day, and I haven't seen the village chief. Ding Jie asked the middle-aged woman sitting on the kang while drinking corn porridge.

Aunt Li is a villager who Ding Jie borrowed from.

"There are dead people in the village. Qian Feng in the east of the village died, it's a pity. Be a good person, and if you say you die, you will die. Aunt Li replied with a somewhat embarrassed face: "A few years ago, our girl was sick, so she borrowed 3,000 yuan from Qian Feng and went to the county seat to see a doctor. It's a good person, and it's gone. ”

"How did you die?" Ding Jie asked again.

"It's a miserable death, and there are bruise-purple pinch marks on my neck, as if it is... It's strangled. Aunt Li seemed to think of something, and said: "You say it's not strange, it stands to reason that after a person dies, it will take several days before it begins to rot and stink, but Qian Feng's corpse was already stinky when it was seen this morning." I went to see it in the morning, but it was scary. The body is shriveled and shriveled, and the bones can be seen, as if the blood is gone. ”

"Yes, I was soaked, as if I had gone out in the rain. But apparently he died at home. ”

"Aunt Li, don't say it. I'm scared. Ye Xiaoman didn't even drink the polenta, his face was a little pale, and he was obviously frightened.

"Girl, Aunt Li won't say anything, look at you. Aunt Li smiled and didn't say anything more.

Shriveled?

Sucked dry of blood?

It's weird!

Is it possible...

Ding Jie's eyes lit up suddenly.

It seems that there is another merit to be taken.

"By the way, you have to go to the village committee in the afternoon. Aunt Li said again.

Go to the village council?

"What's wrong with Aunt Li?" Ding Jie asked puzzled.

"Last night, a villager went out and said that he saw a woman in white knocking on the door of Qian Feng's house. The village chief and village elders suspected that Qian Feng's death was related to the woman in white. I told you to go, yes... I want to make sure it's not you... Stranger. When Aunt Li said it, she was a little embarrassed.

"Because it rained too much last night, the villager who saw the woman in white knocking on the door didn't see her face clearly, but only her general appearance. Not from the village, he said. So..." Aunt Li explained again.

A woman in white?

Ye Xiaoman's body stiffened.