"But what makes me very strange is that the dialect they speak is not like the dialect of the surrounding cities but they created it themselves, but fortunately, I can understand it when I travel all over the country."

"When I asked the village chief about the clothes at the entrance of the village, I clearly felt that the village chief was abnormal, and he would not tell me after spending some money. It turned out that once a person died in the ancient village, he had to hang his clothes on the tree at the entrance of the village, otherwise the dead would be resurrected, I smiled and asked the village chief if it was fake, but the village chief's eyes told me that I asked a very mentally retarded question. ”

"The village chief told me that there was a custom in the ancient village, and I wrote it down in my diary. According to the customs of the ancient village, as long as the dead person must be buried in three steps, the clothes are hung on the tree at the entrance of the village, and the grave behind the village is buried in the ground, otherwise the dead will be resurrected at night and bring the living down. ”

That's all the fragments of the diary are written here, as if the reporter had escaped in the coffin and left them here.

"The deceased must be buried in three steps, otherwise they will be resurrected at night and leave the living behind......" According to the notes left by the reporter, we must bury the boy's body step by step, otherwise it will not be Yang Fengyan who will come to us tonight but him.

"Zhengxin, what are you looking at?" The sudden sound behind me startled me, and I wanted to go up and give Atcha a kick.

"Let you go into the house to find something, where have you been?" I frowned at Atsa, and he looked like he had done something bad.

"Hehe, I just suddenly had an urgency to urinate, so I went to find a place to make it easier, how about it, did you find anything?"

I handed the diary fragment to Atsa, "This was found in the coffin, it was a diary fragment left by the reporter, it seems that the missing journalist is in this village, but after so many years, he should be gone or dead." ”

Atcha took the diary and looked at it a few times, and then gave it back to me, "This means that we have buried people, but who are we going to bury?" There were no dead people. ”

"Have you forgotten the schoolboy who was looking for death last night? Yesterday we didn't bury Yang Fengyan's body, she came to us, and today we can bury them all in the grave in the back mountain. ”

Atcha looked like he was about to do it, so I quickly stopped him and said, "This diary only says that the clothes of the deceased should be hung on the tree at the entrance of the village and followed into the grave hidden at the entrance of the village, but the second article does not say that we must follow these three steps, otherwise it will be in vain." ”

Atcha nodded, glanced at the coffin in the house, and said, "What happened in this village, did you leave before the funeral was finished, are you in such a hurry?" ”

This reminded me why the coffin should be half-hung in the doorway, and I saw that there was enough space in the room to put a coffin, and a hint of thought came to my mind.

I said in a deep voice: "I remember my grandfather once told me that the path of people and ghosts is different. ”

Puzzled, he looked at me and asked, "Does this have anything to do with where we are now?" ”

"Yes." I pointed to the coffin and said, "Look at the placement of this coffin, I don't think it looks like it is going to be carried out from the main gate, it should be carried out from the window for burial, I think the second custom of burial in the ancient village should be like this." ”

Acha nodded again and again, but when he looked at the coffin, he was embarrassed, "We know the three customs of burial, but how does this coffin get out of the window?" ”

"It's very simple, we first take off the boy's clothes and hang them on the tree at the entrance of the village, then move these funeral things back to the place where he was killed last night to give him a simple funeral, and then put him in a coffin and carry him through the window to the cemetery for burial."

I had a brief discussion with Atsa, and decided to carry the coffin and things back with them to make a memorial service for the male students, and it just so happened that several of them also returned, exhausted and decadent as if they had found nothing.

I showed them the fragments of the diary one by one, and then said, "We must perform a ritual for him according to what the diary says, because we didn't perform a ritual for Yang Fengyan, she came back to us, and if you don't want to die, you can only do it according to the customs of this village." ”

After I finished speaking, everyone looked at each other and didn't seem to believe my words, and Xiao Tian stood up and said: "He has saved us, he has some skills, if we want to get out alive, we can only listen to him, you follow this Atcha brother to listen to him, I will go to the cemetery with him." ”

My words didn't work, but Xiao Tian's words were like a holy decree to them, and when Atcha was leaving, he gave me a look and told me to be careful, and I patted him on the shoulder to signal him to rest assured.

After that, I took Xiao Tian all the way along the village to find the cemetery, but we didn't see where the cemetery was after a big circle, it's over, the first two steps can be done, and the burial must be in the cemetery in the village.

"Over there." Xiao Tian excitedly pointed in the direction of the east, "I saw a bulging earthen bag over there, which should be the cemetery of the ancient village." ”

We walked in the direction pointed by Xiao Tian, and when we walked past a thatched hut, we saw that there were many bulging earthen bags at the back of the house, and some of them had tombstones set up in front of them.

My eyes walked over the dirt bags one by one, and I was unconsciously attracted by the dirt bags in front of me, and I always felt a little strange in my heart, there seemed to be yin qi here, but the yin qi did not seem to have malicious intent.

Xiao Tian walked over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "What's wrong?" Did you find something? Let's hear it. ”

The breeze gently brushed my cheeks, and vaguely seemed to be standing in a red dress in a dirt bag, and as I got closer, I saw a bright red wedding dress and a red hijab, and I seemed to see her eyes full of joy waiting for the groom to come and uncover her red hijab.

The picture suddenly turned to a group of villagers holding a woman in a red wedding dress who didn't know where to go, the shouts of the villagers, the cry of the woman resounded in the sky, but those villagers didn't think about letting her go, and dragged her to the direction of the temple.

In the next second, a fire ignited all around the body, engulfing the ancient village, and the shouts of the villagers were gradually drowned out in the fire, and in the fire, a woman in red laughed wildly.

"Ahh I covered my ears in pain, and I felt shocked in my heart, it turned out that the decline of the ancient village was because of a fire, and it was the woman who set the fire, and the source was her.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Tian asked nervously, "What do you see?" ”

"The fire, woman, it was the woman who killed the whole village, so no one in the village buried them according to the ritual, their accumulated grievances condensed into this ancient village, and they have always been there."