"How could it be. - "I'm madly depressed, what kind of logic is this 'woman' and how she has survived to this point:" This thing is different. His appearance is different from that of a traditional fetal god. The fetal god in front of me is not strictly speaking, and the folk call it fetal brake. ”

"What is a tire brake?" Both asked at the same time.

I continued to explain with some reluctance: "This fetal brake is said to be as stingy as the fetus, it is in a certain position every day according to the stem branch, and whenever it occupies this position, it cannot carry out household chores such as 'bed', groundbreaking, and moving in this direction, otherwise it will become angry and cause a miscarriage, a fetus or a disability of the baby. In addition, no nails can be nailed in the pregnant woman's room, and it is taboo to pile up sundries under the bed. In the eyes of the Hakka people, the iron nail is a sharp thing, and it has a threatening effect on the fetus in the sense of witchcraft; 'Messy' piles of debris means 'messy' and odd shapes, which will also have an impact on the shape of the fetus. Hakka pregnant women still have many taboos, such as not being able to sit on the same bench with two pregnant women, not being able to lead a new woman out of the sedan chair, and prohibiting the death of a critically ill person. ”

After a pause, I added, "But I haven't seen anyone put a tire brake in the mountains." ”

I used the word pendulum, and I did it right. Because this statue is obviously placed here with respect.

"Wait, that's weird, this statue looks like it's hollow!" I tapped the sculpture with my hand, and there was a hollow sound.

Suddenly, Lin Zhiyan and Zhang San's eyes widened, and their faces were full of incredulity. Lin Zhiyan even shouted in horror: "Xiao Ye, look, that statue, that statue." It, it actually bleeds. You must have hit the car too hard. The fetal gods are bleeding! ”

The 'woman' was so frightened that she began to speak incoherently.

I looked at it, and I was scared enough for a moment. There was really some blood seeping out of the stone, and the dark red 'colored' blood flowed all over the ground with a rotten stench, and it was still bubbling out.

There's a problem inside. After Zhang San and I were surprised at first, we immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. He went to the trunk of the car and found a multi-purpose folding shovel and smashed it hard.

The stone used for the hollow sculpture is not hard, and it can be smashed open with a few shovels. The fissure cracked open from the neck, and as the stone head rolled open, a human head rolled out at the same time.

The head was a little boy, six years old. His facial expression was extremely painful, the nostrils and eyelids on his head had been brutally sewn together with hemp rope, and the corpse had already glowed with the color of sauce 'meat', which was very disgusting.

Lin Zhiyan, who was completely unprepared, suddenly turned her head away, and couldn't bear to look at it. The "female" and "sexual" always have a kind of maternal 'sex' pity for the child, no matter what the 'female' person has experienced.

Zhang San and I silently pulled out the little boy's body, placed it neatly on the ground, and found some newspapers to cover him. After a long time, I said, "This boy, is it one of the forty-nine murders?" ”

Zhang San took out a palm computer, called up the picture and compared it, and finally nodded.

I suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. I'm afraid that the rest of the forty-eight children were also made into fetal brakes and placed somewhere in the Ling Mountain. What does that organization want to do? Why be so cruel? Is this also one of the conditions for achieving the use of Xiong's mother-in-law? Or is this the final condition?

There was no alarm, after all, time was running out. After the three of us simply buried the boy's body, we drove the car sullenly and continued to drive forward. There were no more accidents along the way, and the car went forward for about ten kilometers or so, and finally there was no road at all.

"I'm going to prepare to do the eleventh road bus 'handover' and throw off the fire 'legs'." Zhang San broke the silence, shouted, and then took all the equipment and supplies out of the car.

Carrying what had been assigned to myself on my back, I looked back. The road continues to stretch backwards, and the crisp trees and fallen leaves give a nameless sense of depression. I looked forward again, and the woods were thick, except for a winding path leading to the mountains, which seemed to have no end, like a monster that had been disgusting, lying on the ground, waiting for us to step on it.

Finally, it is time to leave the civilized society and truly enter Lingshan.

Chapter 11: The Wolves

Lingshan Mountain is up and down, the trees are verdant, the scenery is beautiful, in fact, it can be developed into a tourist resort. On a sunny day, climb the sea rock, and look at the large lake in the southeast; 'Overcast' haze weather, the top of the mountain is full of clouds and fog, gathering but not dispersing, called "Lingshan wearing a hat". In the 'spring' and autumn seasons, hundreds of birds gather, circling and shouting, and even the "fire fox" with a red body jumps through the forest.

There is also a strange image of the stone 'hole' in Lingshan, the local people call the top of the mountain 'hole' in the light "Nantian 'gate'", and the stone shed hall is called "Wuji 'hole'", which is said to be able to accommodate thousands of people, the top cover is dripping with pure water, and the hair is washed with it and the eyes are bright.

Of course, there is no shortage of legends of monsters in Lingshan, and according to legend, there are flax sleeping in the mountain. This is the folklore that Zhang San told us on the road. I was relieved after a moment's thought. Maybe flax is the name of the Xiong family in the local people, which also objectively proves that there may really be a Xiong family in the mountains all the time.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, and it is physically exhausting to carry at least a few dozen kilograms of things on your back. We climbed the mountain for more than five hours before the sky darkened.

Looking at the watch, it was only past four o'clock in the afternoon. Although this year's 'spring' came late, it was still sunny just now, and it only took more than ten minutes for the sky to change its face.

"It looks like the rain is coming down from the mountains." Zhang San, a local, understood the situation, so he quickly set up a tent and hid in to wave to us: "Come in, this rain is very urgent, and it will be very heavy." ”

It was too late, it was raining, and without warning, but by the time we jumped into the tent, it was already pouring like a torrent.

"This rain is too evil 'door', just say it's going to fall, and it's not a prelude at all." Lin Zhiyan said dissatisfied.

Zhang San smiled: "That's why this mountain is called Ling Mountain, and it is very spiritual to ask for rain." Rest assured, it won't be long before it stops. ”

"I see that your head is smart, do you want me to break the few hairs on your head into pieces!" Lin Zhiyan viciously wanted to draw the knife.

"Auntie's 'milk' and 'milk', where did I provoke you again!" He was so frightened that he hugged his head, and the big man shrunk his neck and hid behind me. "Hmph, it's not promising." Lin Zhiyan pursed her lips. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is no sign of it stopping. The rain hits the leaves, and there is a deafening 'click' sound everywhere, which makes you annoyed after listening to it for a long time, and the monotonous sound makes people more and more irritated the more you listen to it.