Not long after I left the village, it was dark, and the farmland on both sides of the road was quiet and gloomy, and I stepped lonely in the twilight sun, step by step to the south.

After walking for a few minutes, I looked up and saw that there was indeed a mountain not far from the village.

However, the changes in the village over the years have not been small, and I am not familiar with the place, so I am really not sure whether it is the inch mountain in the mouth of the one-armed old man.

After walking about 100 or so steps, an uncle from the village who returned late rode a motorcycle with a black face and came to meet him.

I hurriedly beckoned my hand to meet me, "Uncle! Excuse me, uncle, can I ask for directions? ”

The uncle's face was very gloomy, and although he was reluctant, he stopped in front of me, and I glanced at it slightly, only to find that there was a bright red paper umbrella strapped to the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Uncle, may I ask how to get to Cunzi Mountain?"

The uncle didn't hesitate, turned around and pointed to the mountain not far away, "That's it." ”

He may be really in a hurry, and he was about to leave with his hand on the accelerator after speaking, but I was also curious and asked casually, "Uncle, what's the matter with your red umbrella?" ”

Unexpectedly, the uncle was shocked, stared at a pair of unbelievable eyes and said, "You are not from the village?" ”

I laughed, "I lived here when I was a child, and then I went to live in the city when I went to school, and I rushed back yesterday when my grandfather died." ”

Before he finished speaking, the uncle groaned, twisted the accelerator and ran away, with a hasty expression as if he had seen a ghost.

I left there like a fool, watching my uncle ride away on a motorcycle, and I didn't even understand the least reason in my heart.

But it was useless to think too much, so I put on my headphones and played a cheerful song and walked towards Cunzi Mountain.

It's not for the mood to listen to the song, but it's a bit scary to listen to the quiet village at dusk, and if it weren't for a song, I'm afraid I'd have to retreat after a long time.

After walking in the darkness of dying twilight for ten minutes, it seemed that the Cunzi Mountain in front of me was not much closer, and I thoroughly understood what it means to run a dead horse in Wangshan.

That's when my phone rang.

It's a text message from my mom -

We'll have to stay up until after two o'clock tonight before we're back. Your second sister told us that it's okay to go around, but remember not to pat other people's backs, don't kick other people's thresholds, and don't go to other people's chickens, this is what grandma said before leaving.

I snorted my teeth, and sure enough, my grandmother loved me, and she didn't forget to set so many rules for me when she left.

I organized the language and sent a text message back, trying to wrap the fact that I smuggled out and not so willful-

I see, pay attention to mosquitoes, I just went out to get ready to walk around, just walk around the door of the house, don't worry about me coming back in a while.

After the explanation, I continued to walk towards the mountain.

The more the sky goes, the darker the feet are getting more and more sour, and the closer you get to Cunzi Mountain, the more thick and penetrating the inexplicable cold becomes, you must know that this is summer......

After more than half an hour, I finally walked down the only concrete road in the village and stepped onto the dirt that led to the mountain.

But as I walked, I felt someone following me.

At first, I thought it was a delusion, so I hurriedly turned off the music, removed the headphones, and turned around to listen quietly.

But now I was more sure that someone was following me, because as soon as I took a step forward, there was a faint rustling sound in the darkness not far behind me.

It's like a person is crawling lightly on the ground.

It was getting dark in the countryside, and I was completely shrouded in the darkness of the curtain.

"Who!"

I plucked up the courage to shout, and the voice spread faintly, but no one answered me.

Behind me was Cunzi Mountain, and I panted and turned my head to look, and found that there was indeed a big crooked tree halfway up the mountain, and it obviously looked different from other similar trees.

I stopped paying attention to the strange sound, and took a step in the right direction and began to climb.

I didn't expect this mountain, which didn't look majestic at all, to be so difficult to climb, and now my feet were full of dead branches and slippery soil, and I had to slide back half a step backwards to climb a step.

After climbing for a while, I saw a thick wooden stick more than a meter long on the ground, and I wanted to pick it up and use it as a crutch.

But as soon as I bent down, a woman's voice came from behind me!

"Where are you going?"

The voice sounded not far away, but it was ethereal and ethereal, and it couldn't tell the way at all, and it covered my spine with a layer of white sweat.

"Who?" I shouted, my throat trembling.

Unexpectedly, the woman responded to me.

"Where are you going?"

I quickly picked up the stick on the ground and clenched it tightly in the palm of my hand, "Find a tree." ”

"What tree?"

She stopped me, and the old man only told me what my grandmother had given me on the mountain, and did not tell me what the name of the tree was, and what kind of tree I knew.

I really didn't know how to answer for a while.

The woman in the dark paused, and then said faintly: "Are you looking for something left by Granny Hua?" ”

"You know my grandma?!"

I didn't expect my grandmother to be so well-known, she had only passed away for a long time, and there were already two people who knew her who came to me to talk to me.

And these two people are all weird.

The woman sighed, long and cold, and her tone seemed to be a little sad, "Then can you promise me one thing, I beg you." ”

Listening to her tone suddenly turn low, I also softened a little, in fact, regardless of whether she is a human or a ghost for the time being, it will not be good to listen to the words in her mouth.

After thinking about it, I lowered the stick in my hand and said as gently as I could, "Then you can say it, but I'm not sure I can help you." ”

The woman hummed, and then sighed softly, "Alas, I really wish you could come to Rentougou, there is a burial hall there, and it has done a lot of harm over the years." ”

I've never heard of this so-called Funeral Gu Hall, although I'm indeed a descendant of Granny Hua, but I'm really an out-and-out layman in terms of professionalism.

"I'm sorry, Granny Hua is indeed my grandmother, but I haven't learned anything from her at all, and I haven't heard what you said about the Funeral Gu Hall."

The woman did not seem disappointed when I said this, but giggled a few times at an extremely untimely time, and only when my scalp was numb and goosebumps arched outward, did she speak, "You will be after tonight." ”

I wondered, "What do you mean it's going to be after tonight......"

"Okay, I have to go, I hope you remember my request to come to Rentougou once, there is something in the burial hall that has been wandering for decades, and only you can help us. By the way, my name is Xiao Yao. ”

Without waiting for me to reply, Xiao Yao's voice became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into the darkness completely.

I stood there and pondered for a while, naturally I didn't have a clue, and in my confused mind, I remembered Xiao Yao's name and the word "human head ditch" in her mouth.

I lit a cigarette to cheer myself up, and without further thought, I continued up the mountain path.

After that, the journey was boring and peaceful, and after about two hours I finally came to a slightly flat spot on the mountainside, and the crooked tree I had seen at the bottom of the mountain was now not far in front of me.

I turned on the flashlight on my phone and walked slowly towards the tree, and suddenly I saw something under the tree.

I quickly paused and looked at it.

It's a monument.