Wang San's house looked like his face, with sharp edges and corners, and Bai Huagu beckoned the four of them to sit down in the house, and took out a little more to eat, and his speech and demeanor were not as strange as yesterday. Miao Xin realized the change in the middle, but after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't come up with a reason. Ding Xue didn't eat a few bites of food and went outside the door to look at the sea of roses, Wang San sat on the edge of the courtyard and smoked, looking at the scenery in front of him.

"Don't you have to go to the ground?" Ding Xue walked over and asked.

Wang San spat out a cigarette and said, "I haven't been on the ground for many years." ”

"Do you all take care of your flowers?" Ding Xue asked.

"How can a farmer refuse to go to the land, but although this land is right in front of us, it no longer belongs to us a long time ago." Wang San's eyes leaked a sad look, as if he was recalling something.

"Uncle Wang, I know you don't want to tell us why, but now, many of our classmates and friends have died here, can you bear to watch it like this?" Ding Xue said.

"Hey, what are dead people doing here, little doll, you know? We people have to worry about whether they can live until tomorrow every day, sometimes when they open their eyes, they can see the sun or the furnishings at home, they are fine, there is a corpse when they die, we, hum ......" Wang San smiled at himself and did not say any more.

"It's a curse, isn't it?"

"What do you say?" Wang San looked at Ding Xue in surprise.

Ding Xue sat down beside him and said, "What you said is like your village is cursed by something, for any reason, people here will die inexplicably, but you don't know how to lift it, or you don't know what the reason is, so you have to worry about the same thing every day." Ding Xue's gaze fell far away, she wanted to see if Deng Yuhao would suddenly appear in front of her, although the two of them had no news for more than ten hours, but Ding Xue knew that those two people were fine.

Wang San had an urge to cry in his eyes, but he took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, barely holding back his tears.

"Uncle Wang." Ding Xue turned around and said, "You better tell us the reason, my two ......" Suddenly, Miao Xin's screams came from the house. Wang San and Ding Xue turned around and saw Miao Xin running out of it, but Huang Xianxian and Duan Xiao behind them had puzzled expressions.

"What's wrong, Miao Xin?" Ding Xue helped Miao Xin and asked.

Miao Xin looked up at Wang San and said, "How can there be a photo of that person in your living room?" ”

Wang San looked at her inexplicably and said, "What photo?" ”

"Do you know what's going on?" Ding Xue saw that Miao Xin was a little excited, so she turned around and asked Duan Xiao and Huang Xianxian.

"I don't know, there is the remains of the blessed old man on the front wall of the living room, and Miao Xin began to scream as soon as she saw it." Huang Xianxian said.

"Oh, do you mean my mother's picture?" Wang San said.

"That old man is your mother?" Miao Xin looked up and said.

"Well, his old man died years ago." Wang San lowered his head and said, and suddenly he asked again, "Have you seen her?" ”

"I saw her in an old house in a small town just outside the village, and no wonder she said she could take me out of here, because she was already ......," Miao Xin said.

"Have you seen me, my mother? Her old man still ...... "Wang San suddenly felt that it was not right to ask her if she was okay again, but as soon as she heard that Miao Xin had seen the ghost of her mother, her heart became sad again.

"What's going on? How could the grandmother's remains appear outside the village? Miao Xin asked. Wang San bowed his head and was silent, and tears finally fell. Ding Xue felt that this was an opportunity to ask everything, so she said: "Uncle Wang, my two friends may be able to help you unlock this curse, you can tell the matter quickly, are the people in the village going to wait for death for the rest of their lives?" ”

After listening to what Ding Xue said, Wang San finally raised his head, the smoke had already reached the knuckles of his fingers, but he didn't have any expression. "Okay, I'll just say it, you can die any way in the future, you really can't make people live on this kind of day." Wang San said.

At this time, a trace of anger suddenly flashed in her eyes, but everyone cared too much about Wang San's words and didn't pay attention.

The story takes place twenty years ago, when Wang San was still a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, and when he saw that young people from other villages were going out to work to earn money, Wang San was also ready to leave. After borrowing enough money from his relatives at home, Wang San went to the city first to buy a ticket for a few days. In order to save money, Wang San walked back and forth, and when he came back, the sun was almost down. But this is nothing to Wang San, who grew up in the countryside. Seeing that he was almost at the entrance of the village, he sat on the side of the road and prepared to rest for a while, but he fell asleep after sitting down.

When he woke up, the sky was already full of stars, and thinking that he would be scolded by his old mother again when he went back, Wang San patted the dirt on his back and walked forward. Within a few minutes, Wang San saw a white shadow on the side of the road in front of him, and when he got closer, he saw that it was a young woman dressed in white. "What is a woman doing here on such a big night?" Wang San thought of it, so he walked over and asked, "Have you lost our village?" ”

The woman turned her head and said, "Do the people in your village grow flowers?" Wang San first noticed this woman's appearance, which was not beautiful, but still a little beautiful.

"Why do you ask this? Our village is farming, where will someone raise flowers, are you in the wrong place? Wang San asked.

"Didn't plant flowers? That's good. The woman gazed at the mountains on either side in the darkness as if she were surveying the terrain. Then, she turned back and said, "Can you take me to your village?" ”

Wang San felt that something was wrong with her, and said, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm in the city selling flowers, and now I want to find a place to raise flowers, so you can take me to discuss it with your village chief." The woman laughed.

"You can earn a few bucks by raising flowers, our village chief will definitely not agree, you go back quickly, it's a little later, there may be wolves around here." Wang San said, at this time, Wang San seemed to hear footsteps around him, so he turned to look at the woods on the side, but found nothing. When I turned around, I saw that the woman just now was gone. This made the young Wang San confused, thinking that he was afraid that he was hitting a ghost, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

After taking two steps, Wang San turned around again, and when he walked just now, he seemed to see something on the ground. Wang San walked back and squatted down to take a look, it turned out to be a white flower, with big petals, a bit like the moon season, but it was much more beautiful than the moon season flower. Seeing that he liked it, Wang San took it in his hand, trotted all the way, and returned to the village.

When he arrived at home, his mother was sitting at the door waiting for him, and when she saw Wang San's figure, she got up and asked, "What did you do, why did you come back in the next year?" ”

Seeing that his mother was angry, Wang San said: "Don't you just sleep on the road for a while, and besides, it's not too late now, and you can catch up with the food you cooked." With that, he sat down at the table.

"What's that?" Wang San's mother noticed what he was holding.

"This one, isn't it just a flower, picked up on the road." Wang San picked up the bowl and chopsticks and ate it in a big gulp. His mother took the white flower in his hand, and when she didn't pay attention, she was pricked by the thorn on it.

"Mother, are you okay?" Wang San saw that his mother's fingers were bleeding, so he hurried over and asked.

"Where did I pick this thing up, I think it's very evil, so I'd better throw it away." The mother immediately went outside the house.

"Don't throw it away, this flower is still beautiful, what a pity." Wang San said.

"The more beautiful things are, the more harmful they are, you're still young, you'll know later." The mother ignored Wang San, and when she walked outside the yard, she threw the flowers into the field in front of her. Wang San returned to the table with an unhappy face and continued to eat, and then threw his chopsticks back to the house to sleep.

Looking at the drop of blood on her finger, Wang San's mother always felt a stir in her heart, so she went to the field in front of the house to find the flower, wanting to see what it was. But in the place where she threw it away just now, Wang San's mother couldn't find the white flower, she only felt that something smelled suddenly ran into her nose, and asked carefully, but it was fragrant.

That night, in a dream, Wang San saw white flowers blooming all over the world, and fragrance was everywhere. Suddenly, his feet were also covered with white flowers, which bloomed one by one, gradually spreading all over his body.

When he opened his eyes and saw that he was still in the house, Wang San finally calmed down, it seemed that what his mother said was right, that thing was really evil. At this time, Wang San heard a clicking sound coming from the house, as if it was his mother's room.

"Mother, you haven't slept yet?" Wang San walked to the door and asked, but no one answered.

"Mother, mother, are you okay?" My mother usually doesn't sleep well, so how can she not wake up all of a sudden? Wang San was a little anxious, so he pushed open the door and entered the house. As soon as he walked in, Wang San wanted to quit immediately, because his mother's room was full of rancid stench, and people didn't dare to breathe. But because he was worried about his mother, Wang San still walked to the bedside.

The mother's body was wrapped in a quilt, and even her head was wrapped in it. Wang San saw that something white seemed to fall from the bed on the ground, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be many grains of rice. Wang San pushed his mother's body and said, "Mother, wake up." But as soon as he put it on the quilt, Wang San was stunned. The quilt wrapped around my mother felt like a pillow wrapped in buckwheat, and there seemed to be some grains of rice inside.

Holding his breath, Wang San lifted the quilt and retreated to the back. The mother's body was still faintly visible, but it was covered with white rice, which was not sprinkled by anyone, but came out of the mother's mouth and nostrils. In a moment, the white rice pressed the mother's body underneath. The frightened Wang San walked over slowly, covering his nose with one hand and spreading out the rice grains with the other, and finally shouted in shock.

At the bottom of the pile of rice was a complete human skin, although Zou was in a ball, but Wang San knew that this was the human skin left by his mother.

……………

Seeing Deng Yuhao and Ling Xuezhi, Qiao Yun immediately asked, "How did you get through my phone?" ”

"Now is not the time to talk about this, tell me first, do you have the same flowers in your bedroom as here?" Deng Yuhao asked.

"Where is the white rose, you gods are mysterious, are you asking this?" Qiaoyun said.

"Let's stop talking nonsense, do you know anything? Say it, maybe fewer people will die. Ling Xuezhi said.

Qiao Yun fell silent, and then said, "I suspect this has something to do with Duan Xiao. ”