Yeling is a mountain range connecting 100,000 mountains, stretching for dozens of miles, with lush forests and wild beasts. To outsiders, it is not well-known, far less than a few well-known tourist resorts nearby, but for the local mountain people, it has always been a taboo-like existence, smelling the Yeling and changing color, danger, horror, mystery and other words are not enough to describe its eventuality. In the past 100 years, no one who has entered Yeling, whether it is a human or a livestock, has come out alive, and it is like an invisible giant mouth, devouring all living beings who dare to set foot on it.

The nightmare I mentioned earlier, the ghost lake, the nightmare of my childhood, and the curse that still haunts me today, and when I see the moon, I will run into evil spirits, all thanks to Yeling.

I looked at the letter over and over again, and my mind was in a state of confusion. If the Yeling mentioned in this letter is not the Yeling I remember, then I will never believe it, the same name, the same mystery and horror, how can there be such a coincidence.

But if the Yeling in the letter is the Yeling in my memory, then will this person named Zhang Juming be from his hometown? Why did he send such a letter to the newspaper, and what was the purpose of this?

Zhang Juming, Lingjin, Zhang Lingjin? I thought about these two names in my mind, and at the same time searched for information related to them in my memory. My hometown is located in the outer area of the 100,000 mountains, a remote mountain village where Han and Miao live together, and most of the Han people among them are surnamed Zhang, and they are more or less related to each other, but among these people, there is absolutely no one with these two names.

Just when I was in doubt, Lin Qiao'er noticed the change in my expression and asked me if I felt that something was wrong with this letter.

I nodded and smiled wryly, saying that it wasn't that it felt weird, but that this place was a place that I fucking knew, and it couldn't be more familiar.

As soon as I finished speaking, her eyes suddenly widened, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "What, you've been there?" Tell me what's going on!"

I took a deep breath and briefly told the various legends about Yeling in my hometown, after listening to it, Lin Qiao'er was even more incredible, but she was not afraid at all, but said excitedly: "Great, since it is your hometown, then we can save a lot of effort, and after dawn, we will find a way to get the car out, and then go directly to your hometown!" ”

Looking at the excited look on her face, it was as if she wanted to hit the road right away. I couldn't help but smile wryly and explained to her that Luogong and my hometown are completely opposite directions, my hometown is located at the junction of Yunnan, Guizhou and Guangxi, which is the gateway to the 100,000 mountains, and the destination of our trip, Luogong, is located in the Hengduan Mountains connecting Tibet and Yunnan, and the two are separated by hundreds of kilometers of mountain ranges, which is not a geographical concept at all.

My explanation made Lin Qiaoer a little frustrated, but I already had a rough idea of the specific location of the investigation mission. As early as when I received the investigation task, I had already done my homework, but Yang Fatzi only gave a vague address to a township under the jurisdiction of Luogong County, so I didn't know the specific address before, but now, the address recorded on the envelope has informed us of the final destination of this trip - Fengyang.

Fengyang is an extremely remote town in Luogong County, with a small population and considerable poverty, and it seems that even the road leads to the town.

This is the only information I know about Fengyang, and I have determined the specific destination, and now I just have to wait for the car to get out after dawn.

I looked at the time and saw that it was only half past three in the morning, and it was still early in the morning, so I turned my attention to the photo tucked in the envelope. It was a yellowed black-and-white photograph of thirty-six people, and I carefully identified the faces on the photograph to find the person who wrote the letter, Zhang Juming.

This idea sounds ridiculous, but it is not impossible, because most of the people in the photo look only about ten years old, with immature faces, and according to the content of the letter, it is inferred that this Zhang Juming already has a big niece, who is at least middle-aged.

As a result, only the three people in the front row are left who meet the criteria in the whole photo. These three people, one is close to the sixtieth year, with a pair of eyes, a little hunchbacked, one is middle-aged, Svenwen, and the other has a blurred face, as if the photograph is worn out, and can only be judged from his body shape and the feeling he gives people to be middle-aged. I touched the blurry part with my fingers, and I couldn't help but be stunned, the touch of the blurred part is no different from the touch of other parts, this is not wear, is it a mosaic?

As soon as this thought arose, I dispelled it, and in those days, there must have been no such technology!

I looked at the photo repeatedly, and for some reason, I always felt extremely uncomfortable in my heart. Looking at it, I was suddenly stunned, a chill rose along my back, and I finally realized that the uncomfortable feeling actually came from the expressions of everyone in the photo. Except for the vague person who couldn't see clearly, the other thirty-five people, all of them had a smile carved out of a mold on their faces, which looked extremely strange and even a little hateful, and the more people looked at it, the more they felt that their hairs stood on end, and later, I even felt that all of them were looking at me, and no matter how I changed the angle, those eyes still pierced my body like maggots on tarsal bones.

Syllable! I hurriedly threw the picture on the bridge, but the weird smile was still straight at me.

Just when I felt that my soul was about to be snatched away by that strange photo, Lin Qiaoer suddenly patted me, I was excited, got rid of the photo, and hurriedly turned my head to look at her, but saw her face with a frightened expression, pointed to the back of my head and exclaimed: "Look, what is that?" ”

My heart tightened, and I subconsciously turned my head to look, but I saw that it was empty outside the window, but at some point, a huge full moon glowing with blue light appeared in the gloomy night sky.

"How can this be ......?"

Before I finished speaking, I was shocked to find that Lin Qiao'er in the driver's seat was gone.

I looked around the car, but there was no sign of her, and I couldn't help but panic, in the blink of an eye, where did she go?

Just when I was in a hurry, a white figure suddenly flashed outside the car window, and the white shadow only flickered, and then disappeared into the grass on the side of the road and disappeared into the darkness.

I didn't think about it and determined that the shadow was Lin Qiao'er, because she was wearing a small white windbreaker today, but she didn't hear the sound of the car door just now, how did she go out?

The night was dark and dreary, and the cyan moon that I had glimpsed in a hurry just now was once again completely covered by heavy black clouds, and it could not penetrate half a minute of light, making Siye appear even darker. There were lush grass ponds on both sides of the road, and watching Lin Qiao'er get in, I was anxious and hurriedly shouted a few times out of the car window, but it didn't help.

I picked up the flashlight and was about to get out of the car, when the strange full moon I had just seen appeared in my mind for no reason, and in an instant, cold sweat flowed down my head. Seeing the moon will hit the evil, this sentence echoed in my ears like a magic spell, looking at the weeds on the side of the road that were blown by the wind, I gritted my teeth, turned on the high beams of the car, and got out of the car and chased in.

It was late at night, and it was late autumn, and it was unusually cold outside, and gusts of wind penetrated into the bone marrow, making me shiver all over. I tightened my collar, and the chill did not abate, but became a little more chilly. However, at this time, she can't care about this, if she runs away later, this wilderness will be even more difficult to find. Luckily, these thorns and weeds were only waist-deep, so I scanned it with my flashlight, and at the limit of my vision and the light beam, I could faintly see a white shadow staggering and running.

"Sister Qiao'er!" I shouted, but the shadow at the end of the light did not respond, and it was about to disappear from view, I could only speed up and chase down, at the same time, my heart was also faintly worried, although I didn't know what happened to Lin Qiao'er, but her current appearance reminded me of an incident a long time ago.

My hometown is located at the junction of Yunnan, Guizhou and Guangxi, which is the gateway to the 100,000 mountains, in the early years, the family was not wealthy, and I have not moved out of the village, and most of my childhood was spent in the mountain village. The living conditions of the children in the mountains are difficult, but there is no lack of entertainment activities, usually fishing, fishing, shrimp and catching crickets, and few people care about naughty tricks, but there is one that everyone is afraid of, that is, they must not go out of the village at night.

This is what I heard from a few old people who often chatter under the big willow tree at the head of the village, saying that there will be lonely ghosts wandering in the mountains at night, and if the eight characters are not hard when walking at night, it is easy to be blinded by ghosts.

At that time, I was still young, although I didn't believe the words of the old people, but my heart was still a little worried, so at night, I would go to bed early, and an incident that happened soon after was deeply engraved in my heart, becoming an indelible nightmare of childhood.

That night, all the dogs in the village suddenly barked like crazy, especially in the eastern part of the village, and the barking of dogs continued until midnight. The next day, just after dawn, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and was about to go to urinate, when I saw the adults in the village running towards the back hill with hoes and poles, and the whole village seemed to have exploded. Just when my curiosity was aroused and I was about to follow to join in the fun, my father took a firewood knife and carried me back to the courtyard with a serious expression and locked me up, and then rushed to the back mountain with the villagers.

At that time, I was at a naughty age, where would I listen to the adults, so I waited for the adults to run out, and then climbed over the wall and quietly followed. To this day, it should be the most undeserved stupid thing I've ever done in my life.

In the depths of the back mountain, I saw the adults gathered in a mountain depression, none of them spoke, their faces were very solemn, and there were several people outside the crowd who vomited with pale faces.

Seeing this, I was even more curious, and I hurriedly squeezed in. The attention of the adults was focused on the valley, no one noticed me, and when I finally got to the front of the crowd with great effort, the picture in front of me deeply shocked my young mind, and I was completely scared stupid.

That picture is not a child at all, no, it should be said that it is not something that a normal person can bear. I still vividly remember that the deserted grave that was covered in the weeds and stained red with scarlet blood, was full of hairy minced meat, and three bloody dog heads were scattered on the grave bag, and I couldn't bear to look at it directly, and the most terrifying thing was that the tomb bag cracked a huge crack in the middle, and a miserable white hand stretched out from the crack, and the action seemed to be trying to climb out, but it never broke free until it was completely stiff.