My heart is almost at a standstill! Almost at the same time, a cold air rushed in his face, and his head buzzed, and he suddenly became groggy.

"One comb is blessed with longevity, and the second comb is worry-free. Three combs to keep chastity ......" An ethereal voice sounded in his ears, getting closer and closer, and gradually clearing.

After that period of drowsiness, a dim light gradually reflected in the dark surroundings, and the scene emerged. I looked left and right, and there were all low brick houses all around, extremely old in style, and extremely backward in economic level, so I couldn't tell which era it was.

I was confused, what is this place? How did I get here?

What about female ghosts? What about Old Man Chen? Why is it all gone?

I wanted to call out to Old Man Chen, but I couldn't make a sound when I opened my mouth. I grabbed my throat and tried several times in a row, but I couldn't get it out at all.

Not only could he not make a sound in his throat, but the surroundings could be said to be very quiet, without the slightest sound. The surrounding scenery is shrouded in a dim yellow light, as if in a silent old movie.

A faint voice came from the front, extremely abrupt in this extremely quiet world. I walked in the direction of the sound.

Shuttling through the corridors of the village, I feel more and more that this place is old, like an old house in my hometown when I was a child, exuding an ancient atmosphere for no reason.

The sound is sometimes clear, sometimes vague and ethereal, like the sound coming from an old tape recorder, but it is getting closer and closer.

When I came to a brick house, the voice came from inside. I walked in, and the room was quite dark, reflecting the dim candlelight. The hall was crowded with women, dressed in old-fashioned button-down blouses, wide-legged trousers, or grey or blue. Quite quaint and old.

The women in the middle are relatively abrupt, and their clothes are no different from them, but they are all jet black.

In the center of the hall is an incense table, refreshments, and three animal offerings, and a statue of Guanyin is enshrined. The candle flame is dim, the smoke is swirling, dim and hazy, not very clear. As if some kind of ritual was being performed.

A slender figure sat in front of the incense table, with long hair as loose as ink, dressed in a new black robe, and holding a handleless wooden comb in his hand.

"One comb and more blessings!" A middle-aged woman said.

"One comb is more than a long life." The young voice followed, it was the slender woman sitting in front of the incense table. With this sentence, the wooden comb in his hand combed down his long black hair.

"The second comb is worry-free!" The middle-aged woman continued.

"The second comb is worry-free." The woman sitting in front of the incense desk followed, and the wooden comb was combed from her head again.

"Three combs to keep chastity!" The middle-aged woman said.

"Three combs to keep chastity." Accompanied by the sound of chanting, another comb.

I looked at this scene in confusion, what is this doing? What does that mean?

The people around all looked at the woman who combed her hair solemnly, as if she was carrying out a great gift of life.

One comb is blessed with longevity, and the second comb is worry-free.

Three combs to keep chastity, four combs to Jin Lanyou.

Five combs are hard-working, and six combs are harmonious.

Seven combs worship Guanyin, eight combs worship parents.

There are eight sentences in total, and the slender woman also has eight combs.

After the eight combs were over, he put down the comb in his hand, and an elderly woman dressed in black clothes with her hair coiled stepped forward to coil her hair, and her lifeless voice muttered: "Comb it today, it will become ironclad evidence, and from now on, the matchmaker will ask again, and the parents have no right to determine the Mandarin League." ”

With her hair coiled up, the slender woman got up and bowed to the Bodhisattva on the incense table, raised her hand and vowed: "From now on, I will be single and old and never marry." ”

After worshipping the Bodhisattva, the woman turned to an elderly couple next to her and bowed, which should be their parents. I also saw her face clearly, it was a thin little face, quite delicate.

The dim light faded away, and the silent old movie-like scene was drowned in darkness. I was in a trance, confused, and couldn't figure out the current situation.

"Ahh

I turned to look in the direction from which the voice came, and there was darkness around me, and I couldn't see anything. The screams were followed by the sound of thumping and banging, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, like someone struggling to escape.

What happened? What's going on? Who's over there?

I ran in the direction of the sound, and a faint light appeared in front of me, gradually spreading, and the dim light reflected all around, but the scene was completely different, it was in the courtyard of a large old family.

With an exclamation, a slender figure ran out of a room in terror. It's the young woman who just combed her hair!

Before she could take two steps, a young man hugged her from behind, with an erosive smile on his face. He dragged the young woman into the house.

The slender woman's face was full of horror, clutching the door frame, struggling desperately. The frightened voice pleaded: "Young Master Fan! Please spare me! ”

You know what this is like with your ass! I couldn't figure out why I was here, but I rushed over immediately.

I wanted to shout for the man to stop, but as usual, nothing came out of my mouth. I lunged over and tried to punch the grandson away. The fist was swung out, and it was so soft that it couldn't lift any strength. I'm a little surprised, although I'm not good at this body, but I'm not powerless!

However, what surprised me even more was that the fist swung into the man's face and went straight through!

It feels subtle, not like it's hitting a ball of air, it's like I'm a ball of air! I can't make any effort, I can't intervene, I can only watch from close range.

Women's physical strength is not as good as that of men, and the slender woman is dragged into the house and the door is closed. Accompanied by scattered sounds, the woman's frightened cries for help and pleading continued to come out, echoing in bursts and aftermaths.

The sound seemed to hit my heart directly, I seemed to feel her panic, there was no way to ask for help, so I could only make fish on the anvil and let others slaughter it!

I tried to enter the room to rescue her, but the door was like a special barrier, and I couldn't touch it or get in, so I could only linger outside the door and listen to the more miserable screams coming from the house.

The surroundings darkened again, and the aftermath of cries and cries continued, and in the darkness they wanted to fade into nothingness.

Back in the old village, the slender woman was tied up in a pig cage and escorted by a large crowd of people beating gongs and drums. The gong and drum statement is clearly close at hand, but it is also strangely distorted as if it came from an old tape recorder.

The woman's face was full of tears, with grievance and fear, and her mouth was open and closed, as if she was saying something. Her voice was drowned out by the sound of gongs and drums, and no one paid any attention. The people around him were either disdainful, or ridiculed, or shameless, in short, all of them were indifferent.

No one cared what she was saying, no one paid attention to her plea, no one even showed even the slightest hint of pity.