There are only two villages around our village, one is Chenjia Village, and the other is more than ten miles away from our village, called Qingshui Village.

Qingshui Village used to be called Bad Water Village, and it was notoriously short of water. Later, a well was dug to solve the problem of draft, and the name of the village was changed to the current Qingshui Village.

The village chief of Chenjia Village was at the scene, and he recognized that the old man was not from their village, so he could only be from Qingshui Village.

What makes me strange is that when this happened, the adults present did not discuss how the body ran for more than ten miles. Last night, my father and second uncle slept in the hall, and when I pushed the door, the deadbolt was also inserted from the outside, how did the body enter the house?

The village chief of Qingshui Village brought people to identify the corpse in the afternoon, and the old man was indeed from their village, surnamed Zhang, and he was also a lonely.

It's just that this old man Zhang died a year ago, and under normal circumstances, the coffin board should be rotten.

But now, his body is kneeling in my room, showing no signs of decomposition.

It was unusually quiet, but I felt like the village chief and my dad seemed to know what was going on, but no one said it.

At this moment, my mother, who had just come to her senses, suddenly rushed to the gate like crazy, took a hoe and was about to enter my house.

The second uncle and my father hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, my mother wore her hair scattered, and shouted with a hoe like a shrew: "The surname Ding, you get out of the way for me, if my son has three long and two short, I will not finish with you!" ”

In the past few days, nothing bad has happened to me, except for being frightened. But my mother's words made me faintly uneasy, and I felt that things were not so simple.

Women are more ruthless than men, and the second uncle's head was knocked with a hoe, and he almost opened the scoop, his face was covered with blood, and he didn't dare to stop it.

My mother rushed into the house, pushed away the kneeling corpse, and dug down according to the coffin prints, and couldn't get down without digging a few hoes, as if she had dug up something hard.

Seeing that she had dug something, my mother threw away the hoe and dug it down with her bare hands. That action reminded me of my grandfather.

Is it so difficult that the corpse is digging up the mud and eating, and at the same time, you still want to dig up the contents inside?

After my mother dug for a while, a red wooden board appeared in the soil. As soon as I saw something, no matter how hindered by my second uncle and my father, I also went up to help, and after a while, I dug out a red coffin from the soil.

The red coffin was unearthed, and my father sighed next to him, and squatted down with his head in his hands, as if he wanted to escape.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have dreamed that there would be a red coffin buried in the room where I have lived for more than ten years.

When the coffin was revealed, my mother stopped and held me in her arms as if I was going to be snatched away.

The two old village chiefs of Chenjia Village and Qingshui Village were frightened on the spot, their faces were bloodless, they pointed to the red coffin in horror, and shouted at my father and second uncle with trembling voices: "It, why is it still there, why is it still there?" ”

The second uncle covered his head and didn't explain.

After asking twice and no one answered, the two village chiefs turned around in panic and staggered out, saying as they ran: "This is your Ding family's business, it has nothing to do with us, it has nothing to do with us!" ”

said that it had nothing to do with them, but the tone was clearly a weak heart and wanted to escape something.

As soon as the two village chiefs left, the onlookers also chased them out, and the house was empty after a while.

My dad came over to help my mom up. Passing by the second uncle's side, he seemed to have made a lot of determination, and said to the second uncle: "Now that the matter is over, you can do it yourself!" is optimistic about Ding Ning, he is the only seedling of our Ding family. ”

When the second uncle heard this, the whole person was in good spirits, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, wiped the blood on his hands, and prepared to do a great job.

My father walked to the door, saw the appearance of the second uncle, stopped and warned the second uncle, "But you have to remember one thing, what happened thirty years ago, this is the end of it." ”

Don't look at the second uncle wandering outside and seeing the world, in fact, the second uncle and my father are ten years apart. Because of the advanced age of childbirth, my grandmother passed away not long after giving birth to her second uncle, basically my father took care of it, and I was afraid of my father just like me.

The second uncle simply dealt with the head injury and asked me to move to the old house with him.

We were joined by three bodies and a red coffin.

The old mansion is located on the mountainside, it has not been inhabited for thirty years, and it has long been dilapidated, and the second uncle has barely vacated two rooms, and the room on the left is used to rest the corpse.

The red coffin was placed in the room on the right, and the second uncle set up a small bed next to it, saying that I would sleep on it in the future.

If this kind of thing happens, adults don't dare to sleep alone, not to mention that there is still a coffin in the house, who knows what is inside! I strongly disagree.

The second uncle said half-jokingly: "It's your daughter-in-law inside, you don't live in this house?" Who lives? ”

I gave my second uncle a blank look and ignored him.

After dark, the second uncle split three wooden planks and set up tablets for the grandfather.

The tablet of Chen's blind man reads: Chen Guifang, a yin walker.

Walking in the yin is not an uncommon thing in the countryside, and like the spirit medium, through them, the living can talk to the dead.

The older generation said that people who walk in the yin can go down to the yin, but no one has seen the truth or falsehood. But the Yin Man and Mr. Big are more popular in the countryside.

If Blind Chen had this ability, how could I not have heard of it?

On Old Man Zhang's tablet, the second uncle simply wrote a name: Zhang Tiande.

Grandpa's tablet The second uncle wrote very seriously: Ding Yunshan, the guardian of the yin.

I've seen people walk through the yin, when Li Lin's mother passed away, his father asked someone to walk through the yin, and I will be there at that time.

But what did this yin keeper do?

I asked, and the second uncle told me not to talk too much, just look at it.

People are small, and they are really angry everywhere.

Standing on the tablet, the second uncle lit an oil lamp in front, and he sat motionless in front of the lamp. I moved a small maza and sat next to me with my chin pestleed.

Before midnight, I yawned vigorously. The second uncle asked me if I was sleepy, and I squinted my eyes and shook my head vigorously.

It's not that I'm not sleepy, but he didn't joke with me during the day, he really wanted me to sleep next to the coffin.

The red coffin has been buried in my house for more than ten years, and I can't see it, so I am naturally not afraid. Now in the house, don't be afraid.

I stayed up until midnight, and I couldn't open my eyes anymore, when the second uncle suddenly stood up.

I was startled, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the oil lamp in front of the tablet flickering, as if it was about to go out.

When the flame was only the size of a pea, the flame turned green, followed by a snort, and rose to more than two inches, illuminating the whole room green.

On the wooden plank, the curled bodies of Grandpa, Blind Chen, and Old Man Zhang are now unfolding little by little. A vague shadow loomed over the corpse, which at first glance looked like a human face, with blurred features like a mist, emerging from the corpse's forehead.

Ghost?

But don't adults say that when a person dies, his soul is scattered?

The greater the movement of the thing drilling out, the greater the movement of the corpse, as if it was trying to stand up.

At this time, the second uncle rushed forward with an arrow, his hand picked up in the oil lamp, and a green fire danced on his fingers.

He quickly wiped the flame on the corpse's eyebrows, touched the second uncle's hand, and the thing shrank back with a swish.

The green flames continued to burn the corpse's eyebrows for a few seconds, and when it was extinguished, the corpse calmed down, but began to curl up again.

Seeing the corpse curled up, the second uncle hurriedly took out a circle of red thread from his pocket and tied the corpse's hands and feet.

After the hands and feet were tied to the red thread, the body that had been arched slowly stretched out again, and when it lay flat, the flame of the oil lamp suddenly returned to normal.

After a few movements, the second uncle was already sweating profusely.

I found that I forgot to scream, and my mouth was wide open, and it took me a long time to stutter and ask the second uncle what it was just now.

"I don't know!" The second uncle's answer was very simple, and then he said: "The duty of our yin guards is to watch them and not let them mess up. However, the chances of them appearing are very small, in our village, for example, they have not appeared since thirty years ago. ”

The second uncle called that thing "they", meaning more than one?

And what happened thirty years ago?

Driven by curiosity, I was not so scared anymore, and I grabbed the corner of my second uncle's clothes and asked endlessly.

The second uncle was a little annoyed, slapped my hand away, and asked me to ask my father myself.

My dad just warned him, and I'm going to ask now, it's boring to be self-inflicted.

The second uncle stared at the oil lamp, and in about two or three minutes, the oil lamp went out by itself. The second uncle breathed a sigh of relief, and fell asleep on the wooden board as soon as he turned his head.

I sat for a while, sleepy, and fell asleep next to my second uncle.

The next day I was woken up by a commotion, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a red coffin.

I remember sleeping next to my second uncle last night, and I thought I was dreaming again, staring at the coffin stupidly, looking at it for a few seconds, and suddenly I felt wrong, there seemed to be something in the coffin looking at me through the coffin board.

After a violent slap, I realized that this was not a dream, and that I was really sleeping next to the coffin.

I jumped out of bed in fright, put on my shoes and ran out.

When I went outside, I was exposed to the sun and saw that the yard was full of villagers.

I thought they were here to help, but after listening to a few words, I realized that they were looking for trouble.

After the story of grandpa was spread, various versions came out in the village, and the more they talked about it, the more evil it became. Someone asked the village chief to kick our family out of the village.

When I saw Liu Guozhu standing next to the village chief, I knew that it must be a bad idea.

Liu Guozhu is about the same age as his second uncle, a few years ago, he made a name for himself outside, and after returning to the village, he wanted to make some investment, and he fell in love with a rotten paddy field in the village, and wanted to buy it to raise loaches.

My family owns the majority of that land, and the rest is scattered. Liu Guozhu came to the door at that time, and his grandfather refused at once.

The loaches have not been cultivated, and Liu Guozhu has always held a grudge. If he signed the contract, he also withheld the money and refused to give it.

When we couldn't get the money, those people hated our family as soon as they turned around.

The second uncle smoked with his head down, and didn't pay much attention to the village chief and Liu Guozhu. After smoking one, he said coldly: "It is impossible to move, you can take the land you want, but the price is talking."

The second uncle opened his mouth and said the words to their hearts, and the surroundings were quiet.

Liu Guozhu smiled and said, "You Ding Lao Er is really an understanding person, you can understand everything, unlike your brother, you will definitely have a future in the future."

The second uncle has been outside all these years, but he doesn't look like a rich man. Liu Guozhu is the same generation as him, and it is a bit of a waste to say this.

My second uncle was looked down upon, and I felt uncomfortable and sour.

But the second uncle didn't care at all, and lit a cigarette again and said, "That piece of land is not cheap!"

Liu Guozhu smiled, patted his waist, and said with a lot of money: "Money, small problem." What can be solved with money is not a problem for me! ”

The second uncle said, "That's good, 100,000."

Liu Guozhu didn't expect the second uncle to open his mouth, and his expression froze.

I was also stunned, is the second uncle poor and crazy, or is he deliberately making things difficult?

The rotten paddy field is the silt of a field, and the old cattle who plough the land can not reach their belly as soon as they go, and they are left in normal times, and no one wants to give them away.

And 100,000 yuan, that's the income of ordinary people for a few years.

Even if Liu Guozhu can get it, he will not be the culprit of such injustice.

Unless he's stupid.

The second uncle said again: "Whether it's worth the price or not, you know it in your heart." And this matter, only money can solve it! ”

When he said the last sentence, the second uncle seemed to be a different person, and there was a ruthlessness in his eyes.

I was a little scared, worried that the second uncle would shout the price indiscriminately, and the Liu family would really drive us out of the village.

After all, in the mountains, the meaning of the villagers is reason.

But in the midst of the villagers' sneers at the second uncle, I heard Liu Guozhu gritting his teeth and saying, "100,000 is 100,000, make a note." ”

There was a quiet moment all around, and some people's eyes turned red. But after signing the contract, it is impossible for them to regret it, let alone with Liu Guozhu.

Looking at their appearance, I felt a sense of relief for no reason. Following the second uncle, he entered the house to see their notes, and when he passed by my room, Liu Guozhu paused and looked at the red coffin in my room, his eyes narrowed.