All the way south, until nightfall, the weather in late winter is still very cold, I long for the arrival of spring, at least to be physically comfortable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I came to a small village with a heavy package on my back.

There is a stone tablet at the entrance of the village, on which are written three big red characters of "Cause and Effect Village". I think the name of this village is a bit strange, and the names of northern villages have northern characteristics, and most of them are related to the history of the village. Many years ago, the area of my hometown was barren, and only then did people move here after breaking into the Kanto region. Therefore, the naming of villages is generally based on the surname. If most of the people in this village are surnamed Wang, then most of this village is called Wangjia Village, and the surname Li is called Lijia Village. Of course, it is not difficult for our wise ancestors. What are the two families, the three families, and the four families...... Eighteen sub-villages came into being.

Cause and Effect Village, I said silently. This name does not conform to the naming rules of villages and towns near our hometown. It's more like what Buddhism talks about cause and effect. Could it be that all the people in this village believe in Buddhism? It was so cold that a little curiosity I had was quickly diluted by the cold.

The village was built on a low-lying piece of land, and the arrangement between the houses was somewhat messy, and when you look at the village from a high place, the whole thing looks like a symbol, which seems to have been seen somewhere, but I can't remember clearly. The lights in a few houses were still on, giving off a faint glow. From time to time, you can still hear the shouts of the villagers.

At that time, there were no inns in the countryside. Just when I was worried about my shelter, my eyes lit up, and I suddenly felt that the world was so beautiful and the future was bright. A courtyard surrounded by earthen walls, with a small earthen house in the middle, caught my eye, and I knew that this must be a common mill in the village, because at that time, almost every village had one.

When I walked into the earthen house, I saw a grinding disc with a diameter of more than one meter. Although the earthen houses are simple, they are spacious and warm. In addition to the grinding plate, there is also a dustpan in the corner of the room, and a long bench next to it. I put the package on the ground and moved the bench against the wall, and I sat on it, leaning against the wall, closing my eyes and thinking.

I think of my parents, who were kind all their lives, but they were brutally poisoned. I remembered the yellow skin, I let it go, but it took revenge. I thought of Xiaolian, Sedum Xiaolong, and the monk in white. Monk in white, where are you......

In my sleepy eyes, I seemed to smell blood. I tried hard to open my eyes, but I couldn't. ......The sound of the continuous banging of the brass bells reached my ears. I was alerted by the strange sound of wind chimes that burst in, and I wanted to see what was happening, but my eyelids were glued to me and I couldn't open them. I held my breath and listened with my ears to what was happening.

With the sound of the bell, the grinding disc began to turn, as if someone was pushing the grinding. The grinding disc rolled over with a "click" sound, followed by an extremely disgusting smell of blood, which choked me.

I choked on my stomach and almost threw it out, but when I made a vomiting sound, the mill creaked and stopped. I felt the air grow heavier, and something eerie was coming towards me, threatening to attack me at any moment. I was too scared to speak anymore, holding my breath and trying to open my eyes.

"Is this a living person or a corpse?" A mysterious and desolate voice came from front of him.

"Whatever, put him on the mill mountain and grind him into meat sauce by the way." Another spy voice came.

"Have you forgotten the teachings of the fairy aunt? We are punishing evil and promoting good."

"With your and my ways, I didn't even see the breath of a living person in him, do you think even if we don't crush him, can he still live?" The spy voice said.

"That's not good, the fairy aunt only allows us to grind the flesh of the heinous people into meat sauce and feed it to the ancient god ants, if you run him over, won't the holy aunt go back and crush you?"

"Hey, I said you are a great god, my spiritual power god is just joking with you, such a good young man, how could I destroy my body, Hugh went to the holy aunt to accuse me of nonsense."

After saying that, I heard the sound of the bell again, and then the grinding disc began to creak again.

I concentrated and tried to open my eyes, and at this point I finally opened a slit. I saw two strange figures, one fat and one thin, fat tall and burly, thin and short, delicate, they were bare green skin, and they were bare-chested. Beside him were a column of dead bodies, all of them, men and women, each with missing arms and eyes, and it was terrifying. And the two monsters who claimed to be the god of Ha Da and the god of spiritual power, the god of Ha pushed the grinding plate, the god of spiritual power held the bell in his hand, and with the sound of the bell, a corpse jumped on the grinding plate on its own and stretched its body into it. As the millstone turned, the corpse was crushed into blood and flesh. Blood ran down the edge of the millstone, staining the floor of the room.

I was stupefied by the bloody sight in front of me, and struggled with all my might, but in the end I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes. With my eyes closed, my body unable to move, I listened to the sound of grinding discs and crushing corpses all night.

The next day, the sun pierced through the mill window and woke me up. Dizzy, I got up and not only did I not see the two evil gods from last night, but even the corpses and blood in the mill were gone. I searched carefully for traces of the crushing of the corpse. There was no blood at all, like it hadn't happened.

Could it be, it was just a nightmare?

I got up to leave, and took one last look at the millstone, only to find a pattern on the stone at the edge of the millstone. That pattern is a bell, my heart trembled, this, this is clearly the copper bell that shook in the hands of the spiritual god last night, and I suddenly felt cold on my back.

I hurried out of the mill, fearing that something strange might happen too late. But when I walked out of the mill, I was stunned by what I saw. Last night, the intact houses I saw before I came in were gone, and there were ruins everywhere, and this village seemed to have been abandoned for a long, long time, but I saw that this village was still thriving. When you get up overnight, how did it become a deserted village? I feel more and more that this is too weird, and thirty-six plans are the best ones!

I ran frantically towards the outside of the village, and when I reached the entrance of the village, I glanced back at the village. I remembered what the layout of this village was like, it was like a Taoist charm, I had seen this charm, or that year when Xiaolong's family built a new house, when the beam of the house was up, it was written on a red paper "The prince is here, please give way to the immortals" banner, hanging on the beam, and a similar charm was drawn under the banner.

I felt that the village was in trouble again, and as soon as I turned my head and fled, I was mixed with something under my feet.

"When we meet for the first time, you don't have to make this big gift," I don't know when a Taoist priest stood in front of me, and said to me with a hippie smile.

I looked up at him, and saw that he was about twenty years old, dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with a high nose and a smile and eyes narrowed into a slit. I got up, patted the dust off my body, and ignored him. Because, when I look at the bear appearance of his hippie smiley face, I think he is particularly obscene.

"Why is this little handsome guy donor so flustered?" He asked, still looking indecent.

"Do you believe me that there are ghosts in this village?" I asked rhetorically.

"Faith"

As soon as these words came out, I was speechless. I thought he would think I was talking nonsense or babbling a few words with me, but he said he believed me. It seems that the character of this bull-nosed gossip is not particularly bad. After going through everything last night and meeting someone who believes you are a ghost, even if this person has some holiday with you, you will feel more relatable.

"Then don't get out of here quickly," I said to him eagerly.

"Don't worry, the ghosts here won't hurt you, and they won't dare to hurt you," he said seriously.

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"Well, you'll find out later. By the way, my name is Guomu Zhenren, you are Ling Fei, right? The Taoist priest changed the subject and asked.

I wanted to ask why, but since this Taoist priest has changed the subject, it is inconvenient to ask, and if he does, I am afraid he will not be able to tell me. I just think it's strange, what kind of green onion am I, a little ghost scared me to death.

It was much later that I realized that the person I knew the least was myself!

"Yes," I replied bluntly. I didn't bother to ask him how he knew my name, maybe the bull's nose trail in front of me claimed to be a real person of the fruit "tree", ah, no, it was calculated by the real person of the fruit tree.