"Extinct to exist? It's going to be demolished. I smiled wryly.

If such a big place as Heitiezhai is demolished, then if it is subsidized, it will not be a millionaire for everyone.

And this swarthy man, when he talked about leaving this black iron village, he was full of wry smiles.

"Alas, this village is located in a remote area, how can any developers come to demolish it..."The swarthy man smiled bitterly and pointed to the blacksmiths around me: "You see, the youngest of these people is already forty years old, and the young children are all sent to the city to work, just because... Alas, don't say it. ”

I frowned slightly, what did this big man mean by half of what he said.

"Brother, my name is Duan Hei. You can spend the night in my room tonight, and then catch the bus tomorrow morning. Duan Heidao.

"Okay." I smiled bitterly, it seems that this village hides secrets that I don't know, and this Duan Hei is unwilling to tell me.

And that's not all. There was not a single young man in the village, not even a young child.

He followed Duan Hei to his thatched house, where the facilities were very simple and old, and he struck a match and lit a kerosene lamp.

Then he closed the window and locked the door.

Although I don't know what the need for this thatched house is locked.

"You rest early tonight, and whatever you hear at midnight, don't make a sound." Duan Hei finished speaking. Then he blew the wooden flute he had picked up from the bedside, and his melody was so melodious that I could even hear his emotions in his strings, and he wanted to tell the news to those who heard it.

I raised my eyebrows, I really didn't expect this man who was as hard as steel to play such a beautiful flute.

"Turn off the lights, go to bed, and remember not to make noise at night." After Duan Hei finished speaking, I easily extinguished the kerosene lamp.

"Why can't you make a sound?" I don't understand, just ask.

"You're only going to stay for one night, you don't have to think about it so much." Duan Hei is short and succinct.

Lying on the straw mat spread on the ground, I wrapped my clothes tightly, this thatched house is really not resistant to frost.

Just when I was about to ask Duan Hei for a quilt, I realized that something was wrong.

It's quiet outside, no one speaks, which is not unusual in this kind of village, but there are no insects outside.

Not even the sound of crickets that is most easily heard in the wild, this place... It's like a coffin buried deep in the ground, you can't feel any illusions of the outside world, and you can't hear any outside sounds.

Resisting the urge to ask, I slowly approached the window, and then tried to open the thatched window, which had been covered, to open only a small gap so that I could see the scenery outside.

But just as my hand touched the window and tried to lift it, a huge hand covered my mouth with force. It will then be dragged backwards.

"Don't look, don't say, if you don't want to die, this is my advice to you." Duan Hei lowered his voice and yelled in my ear.

I frowned, although I resisted in my heart, I didn't want to resist, because Duan Hei warned me like this, I still have to do it, obviously I broke the rules.

It's just that the curiosity in my heart drove me to find out the truth about why Duan Hei couldn't make me speak.

And Duan Hei's words even involve life and death.

In this way, Duan Hei covered my mouth all night, knowing that there was a rooster crowing. He let me go.

"Brother Duan, what will happen here at night?" The moment he let go of me, I asked him.

Duan Hei glanced at me, his eyes obviously full of boredom.

"Get out, get out of the Black Iron Village." Duan Hei roared, his eyes full of anger.

I was stunned, but I couldn't stand Duan Hei's movements, and I could only be helplessly driven out of the Black Iron Village.

It's not that I can't beat Duan Hei, but there is no need for conflict, and no matter how I explain it, I don't want to listen to this black, I can't help it.

"Hey, hey. Let's go, boy, don't come back to this village. "The old man sitting at the door saw that I was kicked out by Duan Hei, and he laughed twice.

I glanced at him helplessly, touched a hundred from my pocket and handed it to him: "Uncle, tell me, why can't this black iron village speak at night?" And the real situation of your village is about to be moved. ”

Uncle waved his hand: "Less." ”

I smiled bitterly, I didn't bring a lot of cash on this trip, and handed over all the money in my pocket to this uncle. He explained it to me satisfactorily.

Uncle first told me about the origin of Heitiezhai.

In the last years of the Ming Dynasty, when the war was continuous, the Black Iron Village was in danger, so the people in the village began to learn to polish iron tools and make armor to fight against the officers and soldiers who surrounded and suppressed them.

In the end, the Black Iron Village was defended, and they also inherited the ability to forge iron.

In the past few hundred years, there has been nothing wrong in the stockade, but until the last thirty years, strange things have happened in the stockade.

Every night, there is a whistling wind, and the sound of the wind seems to be audible. As long as you hear a voice, you will reap a life.

At first, only some cattle and sheep died, but later, the blacksmiths who were striking iron in the middle of the night in the stockade died one after another. That's when people realized that something was wrong.

As a village in the mountains, there must be two people who have the ability.

There used to be a person named Zheng Yaoshi in the Black Iron Village, who did white things for ten miles and eight directions, and was very famous.

Something happened in the Black Iron Village. Zheng Yaoshi naturally couldn't ignore this, he prepared his equipment, and deliberately made a sound one night to attract the wind.

The next day... He's dead.

Zheng Yaoshi's death was miserable, his eyes burst out, and he foamed at the ground... I will never forget that kind of death. The uncle said, his eyes full of fear.

I was shocked, and a word came to mind.

Hell!

This kind of death is the kind of death that will occur when a ghost kills people!

Could it be that this village has something to do with the Netherworld?

I frowned, remembering what Zuo Hu had said at the beginning... It was he who came to a certain stockade and took the Netherworld away.

Could it be that the Netherworld is from the Black Iron Village!?

"Uncle, do you know that about ten or twenty years ago, did anyone named Zuo Hu come to Heitiezhai?" I asked hurriedly.

"Talking so much, my head is already dizzy, let's talk about a person ten or twenty years ago. How could I remember. The old man waved his hand, covered his hands and narrowed his eyes, looking very comfortable.

I'm a little helpless, it seems that this old man really has money to speak, but I have a headache when I don't have money.

It seems that this black iron village has a secret I want to know, and it is really the right place to come here.

It's not okay to enter the black iron village again, there is a black block at the door, and I can't get in.

You can only wait until the evening when there is no one. I sneaked in again, not only to see the true face of the wind in the uncle's mouth, but also to enter the Black Iron Village again and know more information I wanted to know.

After a boring and tedious evening, when the old man had finished his deep sleep, he looked at me and smiled, and then carried his bench back to the Black Iron Village.

When the sky gradually darkened, the lights of the Black Iron Village began to go out, and the whole village fell into darkness.

I looked up at the sky and frowned at the strange astrolabe that lay out in the night.

This astrological signage makes me wonder.

The stars seem to converge into one picture.

In the picture, a sharp blade pierces the flesh and moves forward.

But I've never seen this kind of star chart before.

Adjusting my breathing, I entered the black iron village lightly, standing in this empty and dark street, I couldn't even imagine the scene of the lively and banging sound during the day.

Suddenly, I felt a cold, silent wind howling through the streets, and I didn't make a sound, my expression was serious.

The wind was blowing, and I didn't feel any ghostly aura, or even an aura that disgusted me.

It's just air, how can it kill people?

Just when I hesitated to make a sound to attract and draw out the monster that the uncle said, Duan Hei went out.

He looked at me and waved at me with a serious expression.

I shook my head at him, trying to explain to him, but I was a little worried that Duan Hei would be implicated.

After all, if there is a monster in this black iron village that will kill people if he hears the voice, then I can't harm Duan Hei, and he has some hands and feet that hinder my development.

Duan Hei gritted his teeth and ran towards me briskly with a look of hatred for iron but not steel.

I frowned and chased after him.

"You! Stop! Duan Hei couldn't catch up with me, so he subconsciously yelled at me.

Suddenly!

The howling wind in the street seemed to have found its target, and the wind was like a bloodthirsty blade slashing towards Duan Hei!

But in my eyes, what kind of wind is this!

It's a myriad of evil spirits that roam in the wind!