"In ancient times, there was a peach blossom source, and now there is Qingning Village."

This is a sentence that everyone in Qingning Village is familiar with, but in fact, the story of Qingning Village is far from being as long as the 'Peach Blossom Spring'.

A gray-haired old man put a chair in the sun and told stories to the eight or nine children sitting in front of him very leisurely.

"About 100 years ago, our ancestors came to the mountains to escape the war, but they accidentally found many naturally formed caves at the foot of the mountain. The caves were carefully arranged to be as good as the buildings outside, and with fruit trees at the foot of the mountains, fertile soil and waterholes, enough to survive, our ancestors decided to stay here for a long time. ”

The children listened carefully, and the sun shone on the old and young, and there was a sense of joy and warmth.

"That year, more than 30 people from our ancestors came, including young and strong young men and hard-working girls, and everyone worked together to build our home today. First of all, it was a middle-aged man who had lost half of his arm in the war, and he used a small amount of gunpowder brought down from the battlefield to cause an explosion, completely blocking the passage of the outside world into the mountains, so that people from outside could not enter and could not detect us. ”

"Who said that no one from the outside can come in, isn't the stone the one who comes in from the outside!" The eight- or nine-year-old girl couldn't help but get up from the stool and pointed to the person who was eavesdropping not far away.

"Him?" The old man rubbed his temples with his hand, and the wrinkles on his face deepened, "He's an exception. It is true that the flat road into the village is blocked, but we can't stop the group of people jumping off the cliff above. After so many years, there is only one who has not died, and I don't know whether to say that he is lucky or unlucky. ”

"I think I'm quite unlucky, if I'm as ugly as him, I'd better die." As if to gain attention, the little boy whispered in the ear of the girl at the same table, but unfortunately the voice was not small, and everyone around him heard it.

The old man suddenly became angry, slapped it on the table, and said angrily: "At a young age, who gave you these words!" Don't teach your parents, let your parents go to the classroom to write a review after they finish their work today, and each person will have at least 10,000 words to sleep today! ”

The boy's little face turned white instantly, and he said in a crying voice: "Grandpa, you are so ruthless, my parents will cry." And then if they cry, they will never see me laughing, I apologize, I'm sorry, I'm wrong, sorry! ”

"Am I the one you should apologize to?" The old man blew his beard and glared, and he had no intention of revoking the punishment.

Seeing that the old man couldn't make sense, the boy had to secretly turn his head to look at the stone hiding in the distance, and whispered: "Grandpa, he is so far away, he must not be able to hear." ”

"If you can't hear it, you can talk nonsense! Talking about people in the corner behind his back, is it a gentleman's doing, Zi once said......"

The boy couldn't hold his head up because of the old man's lesson, and a good story lesson was forced to become ideological education because of him, and other classmates looked at him with more or less condemnation.

When the boy struggled out of his depression and wanted to turn his head again to see that the stone hiding in the corner was still gone, but the person was gone, would he still apologize?

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As for the man, he came to the village more than a year ago, and some villagers saw him fall from the sky. When he was about to fall to the ground, the valley was suddenly blown by a strong wind, and the villagers who were obsessed with the wind and sand covered their eyes with their sleeves, and before the wind stopped, they found that the person had fallen to the ground.

The villagers instinctively thought that the man was dead, and were about to rummage over whether the man had brought anything from the outside world, and it would be better to let them have an intuitive understanding of the war situation outside.

As a result, before their hands touched the man, they were caught, and then the 'dead man' opened his eyes!

Damn! It turned out to be a pair of gray pupils, coupled with the skin that seemed to have been burned by fire, and the whole person looked particularly gloomy.

"Hell!"

The villagers shouted in a panic, scaring away all the birds resting in the nearby trees.

"I'm not a ghost."

Dead man, he, he spoke!

"Zombie, Zombie, Zombie ......"

"I don't think that's my name." The dead man replied calmly.

"Corpse." The villagers who were grabbed by the hands of the 'dead man' were so frightened that they rolled their eyes and fainted.

The 'dead man' was also immediately let go, and looked around as if he was looking for something, and then his eyes fell on the side and frightened the villagers who couldn't escape, and said very sincerely: "You saw it, it was him who touched the porcelain." ”

"Corpse brother! I really don't know anything! The soft-legged villager held his head in his hands, trying to shrink his presence.

Then, another one dizzy.

The 'dead man' was confused, as if no one could prove that the second person's fainting had nothing to do with him, but who were these people? Why do you want to form a group to touch yourself?

As he was thinking, the 'dead man' suddenly noticed a noticeable pinprick pain in his face, and he instinctively wanted to touch it with his hand, but his instinct told him that it was best not to do so.

Now there's an even bigger problem.

Who am I?

The 'dead man' sat there for a long time, his mind blank, not because he didn't want to leave, but because if he moved slightly, his body would immediately hurt so much that he couldn't stand it, until a large group of villagers 'regained the courage to return here'.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" The middle-aged man asked from a distance of more than five meters.

The 'dead man' intellectually felt that he should be vigilant, but he also had an inexplicable feeling that even if this group of people attacked him at the same time, he might not be able to do anything to himself.

"He has a shadow, not a ghost." The middle-aged woman with the bamboo frame on her back was late and pushed away several men who were blocking in front of her.

"Dr. Lu is here, saying that he is a living person, so you don't have to be afraid." The strong man hurriedly shouted, but in exchange for the middle-aged woman's eyes.

"Don't be afraid, do you need me to help you check the wounds on your body?" The middle-aged woman did not rush closer, but started to discuss with the injured.

The 'dead man' stared at the middle-aged woman for a long time and nodded slowly.

"Doctor Lu, you really want to go over, what if he hurts you?" The strong man grabbed the middle-aged woman very cowardly.

"Falling from such a high cliff, if you don't die, you only have half a life left, what will he do to hurt me?"

"Yes...... But two of our men were stunned, and it is said that he was as powerful as an ox and as a murderer......"

"Am I as cowardly as you?" The middle-aged woman interrupted him and scolded, "Then we can't die without help, how did your teacher teach you." ”

“……”

I'd better keep my mouth shut.

The middle-aged woman walked up to the 'dead man' in a few steps and briefly checked the meeting: "I think...... It should be a fracture, well, yes, a fall from such a height will be a little fractured. ”

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