Walking out of Aunt Mei's house, Lin Xin unfolded the letter. It was a letter written by my grandfather, and because of its age, some places on it were even blurred. The content is not far from what Wang You said, that is Lin Xin's life experience.

After Lin Xin finished reading, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Kneeling in front of her grandfather's grave, she tore the letter to shreds. She whimpered softly and said silently in her heart, Grandpa, it doesn't matter if I am your biological granddaughter or not. You're my grandfather, always.

The green mountains are solemn and snow-capped. The surrounding silent mountains and forests seemed to be infected by Lin Xin's grief, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Is this a farewell, or a worship? They don't know. Yuling Mountain, what will be waiting for them? It was an unpredictable future, but they had to step on it.

Returning from the mountains, Lin Xin decided to stay at home for one night before leaving. Although Jack was unwilling, he couldn't resist Lin Xin.

The mountain village at night is a different scenery than the noisy city. Sitting in the old house after ten years of absence, Lin Xin's memories were surging, and she couldn't help but burst into tears.

In the middle of the night, Lin Xin was awakened by a burst of thunder.

Outside the window, the rain washed over the world as if it had gone crazy. The room was dark, Lin Xin fumbled up and walked to the window, wanting to close the window, but saw a person standing outside in a daze.

In the darkness of the night, the man stood upright in the rain curtain, and the rain rushed over him like a stone. At this time, a flash of lightning flashed through the sky, and under the short light, Lin Xin clearly saw that the person was Aunt Mei, her face was covered with blood, her eyes were straight, and she seemed to have been dead for a long time.

Lin Xin's body went limp, and he just wanted to scream loudly, but his mouth was held down by one hand. She turned around and saw that Jack was looking at her with a solemn expression, motioning for her to be silent.

The rain outside is getting heavier. At this moment, Lin Xin saw clearly that there was still a person standing behind Aunt Mei's body. The man had a sharp knife in his hand, but his movements were very slow, like a staggering old man.

Lin Xin felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She hid tightly in Jack's arms, and she didn't dare to come out. Jack seemed to witness the whole thing, but for some unknown reason he didn't say a word, just hid and watched but refused to make a move.

I don't know how long it took, but Lin Xin felt Jack's hand loosen.

The lights in the room came on. Jack lifted Lin Xin up with a gloomy face. Lin Xin looked at Aunt Mei's corpse outside the window and cried loudly. Jack told Lin Xin what had happened after she had stabilized her mood.

Jack was awakened by Aunt May's cries. He saw Aunt Mei hanging from a tree outside, and when he was about to rush out, he saw the assailant. The perpetrator is not a human, it should be said that it is a ghost. Many parts of his body have rotted, and half of his face is only skeletons, which is not normal at all.

Jack hesitated and didn't go out. He doesn't know what the other party is? He has always been calm, and it is because of this calmness that he has been able to live safely until now. He could be sure that the assailant was as dangerous as those xenos in Western movies.

After listening to Jack's story, Lin Xin also remembered that it was indeed a little strange for her to see the person standing behind Aunt Mei by the light of lightning just now, and his movements seemed to be a beat slower than normal people. His appearance was also a little strange, and at the moment he thought it was really like what Jack said, it was clearly a man who was about to rot.

Lin Xin and Jack hid in the room and didn't come out until dawn.

Aunt Mei's death caused an uproar throughout the mountain village.

That night more than ten years ago, Lin Xin still remembers it vividly. Now Aunt Mei's death has made her relive the nightmare again.

All the villagers glared at them with suspicion and anger. They ignored their explanations, believing that it was Lin Xin who killed Aunt Mei. The enraged crowd rushed at them, only to be knocked to the ground by Jack with three punches and two kicks.

The other villagers paused. They looked at the foreigner in front of them with some astonishment, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes.

"You are stupid, if we killed you, would we stay here and wait for you to catch you?" Jack explained to the villagers in an unfamiliar Chinese.

In the end, Jack left with Lin Xin.

When he left his hometown, Lin Xin glanced back again, and took a deep look. All the memories flowed in waves.

They rolled and crawled on the rugged mountain road, looking through their eyes, and did not see a single car passing by. After turning a corner, Lin Xin suddenly pointed to the front in surprise and shouted loudly.

Jack looked over and saw that it was really a car. They walked to the car, but saw that there was no one in it.

Jack looked around, a wicked look in his eyes. Lin Xin just wanted to say something, Jack took out a Swiss Army knife from his body, squatted on the side of the car door and fiddled with it a few times, and soon the car door opened.

Jack got into the car, and a few minutes later, the car started.

Lin Xin was still hesitant, she was stunned. Jack in the car glared at her and said, "You can't get on?" Lin Xin pursed her lips and finally got into the car.

The car drove slowly along the mountain road. Last night, a rain made the road muddy, and the car almost got stuck in the mud several times. Fortunately, Jack had learned to drive when he was in the army before, and he was very skilled, so he was able to save the day again and again.

It wasn't until dark that the car turned onto a slightly better-looking road. The road is not very wide, but it is flat. It's just that it's a little weirdly quiet. Jack didn't dare to be distracted and drove intently. He looked at Lin Xin beside him, she was in a very poor mental state, leaning on the seat and squinting her eyes without saying a word.

Suddenly, the car braked sharply and stopped. Lin Xin's body shook and almost hit the windshield in front of him. She grabbed the chair in a panic and turned her head, only to see that Jack had opened the door and got out of the car.

Lin Xin angrily leaned out half of his body and shouted at Jack, "Jack, what are your nerves?" ”

Jack didn't answer, just looked around cautiously and got into the car.

"What's wrong?" Lin Xin asked.

"I seemed to see a person in front of me just now, and I thought I had hit someone." Jack shook his head and started the car.

The car drifted away on the quiet road.

In the dim moonlight, a man lay quietly on the ground on the road, and there was an obvious mark on his body, which was clearly the mark of being pressed by the car. After a few moments, the man's body suddenly moved a few times and slowly stood up. The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting a rotten face.

The road along the way began to be bumpy again, and there were more and more trees on all sides. Jack patted the navigator in front of him vigorously, but there was still no hint on it. Finally, after turning a few corners, the headlights were shining not far ahead, and a village appeared in front of me. However, the surroundings were still quiet and terrible.

"This is not the way back to Nancheng, we may have taken the wrong road." Lin Xin looked ahead and said affirmatively.

"I found out too. Go to the village ahead and ask for directions! Jack said, tightening the throttle.

The car passed through a cyan stone workshop, and more than a dozen dog barks sounded at the same time, and the houses along the way began to stir. The dogs clung desperately to the door, while the people hid behind the windows and peeked, the lights reflecting their heads distorted on the panes, looking horrible and eerie.

Jack stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard.

In front of me, a kerosene lamp hung at the entrance of the courtyard, swaying gently in the wind. The paint on the vermilion lacquer door had already peeled off, and the two iron rings looked at the two uninvited guests vigilantly like two eyes.

Jack walked over to the door and knocked hard. There was no movement or even a sound inside the door. Jack tried harder, but the vermilion door creaked open on its own.

"You, have you been here?" Lin Xin hesitated to speak in the back.

"No, all the yards are lit up, that's all. It must be an abandoned house, or no one at home! Jack said as he walked into the courtyard.

Jack was right. This is indeed an abandoned compound. It was overgrown with a man-tall barren grass, rustling when the wind blew.

Pushing open the door of the main hall of the courtyard, Jack and Lin Xin were stunned.

The room was full of coffins, densely packed, at least twenty or thirty of them, standing upright inside. Only then did Lin Xin see a few unclear words written on the lintel of the main hall, Chenjiazhen Ancestral Hall. The ancestral hall is the former Yizhuang. Here, it's called Chenjia Town. And this courtyard turned out to be the place where Chenjiazhen placed the corpse.

Jack also seemed to understand that he was looking for the wrong place, and he and Lin Xin were just about to quit. A coffin in the room suddenly moved, and then the lid of the coffin suddenly fell to the ground in an instant.

Lin Xin was stunned for a moment. Standing aside and not daring to move. Jack, who was next to him, seemed to understand that danger was coming, and took a stance, staring at the coffin vigilantly.