But I soon understood what the words meant.

I saw that on the wall where the paper had been pasted, the place that was strangely and terrifyingly stained with some kind of blood, and if you looked closely, you could see a very small hole. The hole seemed to be knocked out with steel nails, and it was pitch black, like a black hole, constantly absorbing the cold around it.

I froze for a moment. The guy who wrote these words did everything possible to attract people in, but in the end, he used code words and mechanisms to make people not look inside. What the hell is going on? Borrowing people's curiosity, people can't stand the temptation to look inside?

But the boy named Liu Xiaowei left the words 'Don't do what is written on the paper, otherwise, you will die'. It's incredibly confusing.

What's in the hole? What do you want people to see when they do this kind of prank?

I looked closely at the hole, which was not much bigger than the eye of a needle, and it could not be more ordinary. I really don't know if I should peek or not.

Could it be that as soon as your eye comes over, a steel nail or needle pops out and pierces your eye? Isn't there often such a plot in horror movies? After all, there is such a thing as a hole, which can really arouse natural fears and associations.

I kept smiling wryly, and in the end, I lost to curiosity again. I carefully took out my phone, turned on the flash and camera, and first used the camera to test what was in the cave and whether it would be dangerous.

But through the camera, I didn't see anything. Under the light of the flash, the phone screen shows a very shallow hole, which is very ordinary. You can even see a layer of black oppressive phantom at the end of the cave, as well as countless dust.

The whole hole seems to be only a few centimeters deep. There is no danger.

I was slightly disappointed, a dead hole. Sure enough, it's just a prank.

Before leaving, I again leaned my eyes over and looked with my left eye. At that glance, my whole body froze in place.

Originally, in the camera just now, there was light in the small hole that should have been a dead hole. It's not just the light, I actually saw something that I couldn't have imagined!

It was an old courtyard, a typical southern courtyard house that has rarely been seen in the wave of rapid urbanization in recent years. However, Ear City is a small city, and a small city always has the benefits of a small city.

For example, within a radius of seven or eight kilometers, you are the only tall literary youth. Although there is only one cinema and one gym in the whole town, at least you can go home for lunch at noon. The interpersonal relationship in the small city is also very simple, high school classmates are junior high school classmates of elementary school classmates, junior high school classmates are high school classmates of elementary school classmates, and elementary school classmates are high school classmates of junior high school classmates.

You can be under the age of 30 and go on a blind date with a young person of the city.

You can meet countless waves of acquaintances in a restaurant that opens on a new Saturday.

In any case, at least in terms of preserving monuments. Small cities are also far better than big cities, because the real estate developers in small cities are not local tyrants and have no money.

My left eye, through the small hole that had been unusual, saw the old house on the other side of the wall. In the line of sight, you can see the three peach houses in the southeast and west of the courtyard. The house surrounds a small courtyard of about 50 square meters, with sunflowers planted on the flower platform in the yard, and a few small fish pecking at the water lilies in the small stone carved pool.

The sun shone on the yard, and it looked a little lazy. But for some reason, I always felt a chill flowing from the yard to myself.

After shivering, a large number of people walked into the originally cold courtyard. There were twenty or thirty of them, young and old. Many people wept and wiped their tears, and six young men dressed in linen and filial piety carried a pitch-black coffin to the center of the courtyard.

"Evil, the old man died so inexplicably." A slightly chubby middle-aged woman frowned, and her words were a little pungent: "I died without saying anything about the separation." When the old man was alive, he said that our eldest grandson's family would take the lion's share. ”

"Sister-in-law, you can eat indiscriminately, don't talk nonsense. You gave birth to an eldest grandson, but our second child was the most loved during the old man's lifetime. The family property that is divided should naturally be the most. Before the old man died, there were witnesses who proved that he had said such things. A woman in her forties pursed her lips and snorted coldly.

"Don't say it, Dad's bones are not cold. The matter of separation, wait for the burial of my father to discuss the matter of separation. A woman in her twenties, with a fair eyebrow, with a big belly, said dissatisfied.

These words aroused the common hatred of the two sisters-in-law: "I said sister-in-law, we don't like to hear this." The water spilled by the married daughter, you are a married person, as soon as you heard that the old man had a windfall, you divorced and returned to your parents' house with a big belly. Isn't it clear that you want to fight for a piece of family wealth! ”

"I ......" the pregnant woman blushed, trying to say something, but she didn't say it.

The swarthy coffin lay out in the courtyard, and the sun fell on it like a rotting corpse. I couldn't help but rub my eyes, weird, why did I feel that there was a puff of black smoke coming out of the coffin?

But the people in the courtyard didn't seem to see anything.

Soon a group of funeral specialists came to erect the shed. The oiled paper cloth covered the coffin, blocking the sunlight from the outside, and the black smoke in the coffin was slightly less.

People in small places in the south are always popular for weddings and funerals to find a Mr. Yin and Yang to see. This is a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years, and many funeral habits have long been unclear to people who are used to living in the city. Only Mr. Yin and Yang will clear the door.

The person who gave the old man Zhang Luo's funeral was an old yin and yang in his sixties, who had lost several front teeth, obviously had cataracts in his eyes, and his eyes were narrowed into a slit.

Old Yin Yang pinched the old man's birthday with his fingers, and ordered: "Old man Wu was born in the Yang month of the Year of the Goat, and twelve days later is the best burial date." Your family will have a feast for eleven days, so that your children and grandchildren will be safe for a lifetime. ”

The children and grandchildren on the side had strange faces after hearing the words, and the eldest son leaned forward and handed Mr. Yin and Yang a piece of paper.

"What's this?" Lao Yin Yang put his eyes on the paper and looked at it, and suddenly his face turned red, and he was very angry: "Which blind man who cut off his brain is writing this, and the old man must be buried tonight?" Tonight is the lunar moon and the lunar day, so that those born in the year of the sheep are buried at the moment of full cloud, you want the whole family to cut off children and grandchildren! ”

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