Niuzigou has an unbearable past;

In 83, in order to respond to the call of the superiors, the county vigorously reformed and developed the economy, and organized the whole village to build roads in the back mountains.

Listening to the old people in the village, Niuzigou is rich in mineral resources, as long as this highway is completed, a big road leads directly to the provincial capital, the county will attract investment, and strive to develop this poor mountain col into the first batch of key mineral resources export and sales points in the southwest area.

In that era when facing the loess with its back to the sky and the whole village barely living by gnawing on the nest head, getting rich and building roads has become a guide, fire, and line that deeply touches the nerves of every crop man.

It is said that the vigorous opening of the mountain movement took a day and a night just to mobilize the meeting.

On the second day of the opening of the mountain, with the sound of Niu Laoba's trumpet, the worker master who was responsible for filling the explosives and drugs in the back mountain lit the lead, and the spark of "tearing and tearing" accompanied the happy yearning of the whole village for a better life, and ignited the cannon hole dug out by the village chief himself.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the ground shook and the mountains shook, setting off a rolling yellow sand. The blasted rocks shattered into countless small pieces, and the rolling roar of the landslides continued, and the whole village applauded, as if reading the longing and yearning for a better life from the billowing smoke scattered by the yellow sand.

Who knew that this cannon battle, not only did it not open the golden bump, but it led to a nightmare in everyone's hearts.

Before the joy in the hearts of the villagers could be completely filled with joy, the cracks that opened were like sharks' grinning mouths, and a stream of mud gushed out with a "boom".

The cathartic torrent turned into a straight long arrow, frantically slapping on the rocky cliffs, and in an instant the mountains were full of yellow soup water, and the workers in charge of digging the holes counted one by one, all like stones on the ground, one grunt into the water, and never got up again.

The village chief mobilized more than 30 young and strong laborers, and nearly 20 were drowned by this yawn, plus Niuzigou is located in the upper reaches of Jiandao Gorge, and the Yangtze River is already turbulent. The surging river has become a natural burial ground for the villagers, and many corpses have sunk into the center of the river with the torrent, and even the corpses have not been salvaged ashore.

In this way, Niuzigou became a well-known widow's village.

The day after the incident, someone from the county came to investigate and took away the village chief.

The old village chief was not only the leader, but also the initiator of the entire project, and was imprisoned for less than two days, because he could not bear such psychological pressure, he took off his belt and hanged himself.

The village chief chose to hang himself in the middle of the night, and the next day the prison guards found his body, his tongue already dragging to his chest.

Under the corpse, a blood letter was neatly pressed.

His last words were simple; Order me to accompany you, don't be embarrassed for the little pumpkin!

My name is Sima Nan, and Little Pumpkin is my milk name. The village chief who hanged me was my grandfather, and I lost all my loved ones in that accident.

The villagers "attributed" my grandfather to digging into the underground river, and just as the emotional out-of-control orphans and widows were about to tie me up and dip me in a pig cage, the prison guard in charge of guarding my grandfather arrived with a bloody book, accompanied by a little old man who was blind in one eye.

The old man's surname was Luo, and it is said that he fled to Niuzigou when he was young, and was saved by my grandfather with half a radish slice.

In return for the favor, he adopted me.

The village could not accommodate me as a "disaster star", so Lao Luo took me to an abandoned mountain temple in Huishui Bay, and after a simple reconstruction, he planted a flag at the door of the broken temple, with two big characters written on it,

Scoop up the corpse!

Lao Luo is a corpse collector, and he has dealt with drowned corpses in the river for half his life, I followed him to beg for a living on the river, and when I was twelve years old, he officially took me into this industry.

After opening the furnace and offering incense, worshipping the emperor and the queen of heaven, Lao Luo set a few rules for me to fish for corpses:

Fishing for corpses in the backwater bay, we couldn't go out in the early hours of the night, because the place where we worked was a body of water, and the humidity was heavy, and we couldn't carry the yin air under the water when we went out at night.

Secondly, you must not talk to the salvaged corpses, because most of the people under the water are drowned ghosts, and the people who die are angry, plus the water ghosts haunt people, and if they talk, they may be with you for a lifetime.

Also, be careful of floating corpses, especially floating corpses that are facing up, you have to hide when you see them, and you can't catch any amount of bonuses given by your employer!

The biggest taboo comes from the chaotic wind slope, even if you starve to death, you must not go there to collect corpses!

Where is the Troubled Wind Slope?

That is, my grandfather opened the mountain to build the road, and blew up the landslide, since the explosion of the underground dark river, the monstrous flood has not been dry, and when the water rises, the tide of the underground dark river surges, and several nearby villages have to follow the trouble.

When I was 70 years old, I was old and frail and left a sick body, and I went back to my hometown to recuperate, and the county arranged for a fat man named Ge Gang to come down and accompany me to guard the backwater bay.

Before leaving, Lao Luo told us that we must remember the rules he left behind, and don't go to the troubled slope. I'm young and vigorous, and I've been following Lao Luo for more than ten years, what kind of evil thing haven't I ever seen? In the end, it turned out that he was scared of himself, so he never believed in this evil.

But less than a year after Lao Luo left, something strange happened to me.

I still remember that it was the middle of September, Ge Zhuang and I were fishing by the river, and we didn't see a single fish in the evening, and when we went back with a fishing basket, we saw two people sitting at the gate of the old temple.

I know both of them, they are the village chief and Aunt Niu of Niuzigou.

It was late at night, and the village chief was picking his toes barefoot, and as soon as he saw me, he greeted me, and very enthusiastically opened a pack of cigarettes and stuffed them into the hands of me and Ge Zhuang.

As soon as I saw the cigarette brand, I knew something was coming.

I took the cigarette, struck a match, and under the light of the blue flames, I said to the village chief, "You have something to say, and you can't be polite with me." ”

Although some people in the village have a big opinion of me because of some things about the old sesame seeds and rotten grain, the villagers in the township are all family, and the village chief personally comes to the door, so I can't handle the fight.

The village chief grinned and nervously pulled us aside, "I have something to bother you to visit." ”

When I saw that he was suspicious, I said what was the matter?

Without waiting for the village chief to speak, Aunt Niu, who was sitting on the side wiping her tears, stood up, snorted and cried, and talked about the purpose of this trip.

She said that just last month, her old man drove a herd of sheep up the mountain to graze, but unexpectedly smashed a wooden plank on the way, killing a beast.

Niu Lao Er (that is, the man of Aunt Niu's family) picked up the wooden board and went to the village chief, and the village reported that someone from the county came the next day, not only compensated her family's losses, but also awarded 500 yuan and a pennant.

Didn't I say that's a good thing?

"What a fart!"

The village chief took a puff of cigarette and said with a sad face, "I heard that the plank is Shenyin wood, which has archaeological value, and then there are people from the county who let Niu Lao Er lead a few people into the mountain, and deliberately looked for it nearby to see if anything else could be found, but there was a problem when he entered the mountain." ”

I brought a stool and asked the village chief to sit down, "What's wrong?" ”

"Dead!" The village chief sat on the bench with his ass, and the thick smoke that came out of his nose made me unable to see his face clearly.

"Several comrades who entered the mountain were found dead on the barren mountain road the next day, and the body was found by your Uncle Genzi, who also saw Niu Lao Er at that time, sitting on the chaotic wind slope and singing like a lost soul, the voice was strange and penetrating, and it was worse than the old harrier."

"Your uncle is scared, he called him twice from a distance, but he didn't answer, he was about to go down the mountain to call someone, and when he turned around, he saw Niu Lao Er jumping down from the top of the cliff!"