My family lives in Shuzhong, a village close to Tibet, called Sanwangzhai.

There is a river outside the village, called the Wangchuan River, the legend is that this river originated in the Tibetan area, traveled hundreds of miles, before flowing through the Sanwang Village, the older generation of people all said, this is a holy water river, raised countless Tibetan compatriots.

However, I have always had very mixed feelings about this river, which flooded once when I was born.

I heard the old people say that at that time, the heavy rain was pouring, which led to the outbreak of the mountain flood, and the water of the river swelled, washed away many villages, drowned many people, and countless corpses were washed into the Wangchuan River, piled up like a mountain on the surface of the river, men, women and children, and one by one the eyes widened and died.

Those corpses were soaked white and swollen, and they had long lost their original appearance, and with the rolling of the water waves, like dumplings, they floated a layer, and the stench of the corpses could be smelled for more than ten miles along the way.

At that time, the people in the village were panicked, for fear that the Sanwang Village would also be destroyed.

At this time, my dad suddenly stood up and discussed with Uncle Zhang next door, and the two of them rushed to Wang Chuanhe, no one knew what happened at that time, the next day, the river fell a lot, Sanwangzhai turned around overnight, and the people in the village were so excited that they knelt down and bowed to Wang Chuanhe.

Later, Second Uncle Zhang came back, his face was pale, and the whole person was like a lost soul. Seeing that my dad didn't come back, my mom sensed that something was wrong, so she asked Uncle Zhang about my dad.

Second Uncle Zhang cried instantly, knelt down in front of my mother with a pop, kowtowed to my mother, and muttered sorry to my mother, but he just couldn't tell my father's whereabouts.

My mother didn't say a word, hugged me and cried silently, and finally my mother said to Second Uncle Zhang, "Second Uncle, it's no wonder you, you get up, it's the child's father's life." ”

A few days later, the old man Xie in the village saw my father's body floating in the river, his legs trembling, and he stumbled all the way back to the village.

The people in the village heard Old Man Xie's words, and many people ran to Wang Chuanhe, only to see my father's corpse looking up at the sky, floating in the middle of the river, and next to my father's corpse, circle after circle of corpses, surrounded layer by layer, like stars and moons, forming a strange picture.

Three days later, my father's body sank, and with the body surrounding him, it sank to the bottom of the Wangchuan River, which even the government at the time was alarmed, and sent people to salvage the body, but not even a single body was recovered.

So many people died, but not a single corpse was fished out, the people in the village panicked, everyone said that those corpses were eaten by the river god, so that no one could be born, no corpse could be seen, and in the future, this river will definitely come out of the demon.

Since I can remember, this river has been peaceful, not to mention the demon, twenty years not even a person who fell into the water, over time, the people in the village to this river, seems to be a lot less fearful, gradually some people frolicking by the river, and even some people jumped into the river to swim, but my mother just did not allow me to approach the river, I was angry, and took the rattan to pump me to a purple and a blue on my body, so painful that I cried and shouted never to approach the Wang Chuan River again.

She said that anyone could go to this river, but I couldn't, because of my mother's power, I didn't dare to go near it for so many years.

Rumors also began to spread in the village, saying that my father was sacrificed to the river god by Uncle Zhang, otherwise why did Uncle Zhang come back alive, but my father did not come back, and then I also asked my mother this question, my mother just rubbed my head and said to me: "There are some things, when you grow up, you will understand!" ”

Having said that, I have never figured out this matter, nor have I understood what role Second Uncle Zhang plays in it, let alone approached the river.

It wasn't until the end of my college entrance examination that I really came into contact with this river, and I also solved many questions in my heart little by little.

During that time, the sun was so hot that there was no rain. Such days have lasted for about half a month, and if the drought continues, this year's harvest in the village will definitely not be saved.

Rural people eat food and expect to be able to dig something out of the field, and it doesn't rain all the time, and that's not the case.

As soon as the people in the village discussed, don't care so much, if you can't do it, just sacrifice to the river god, anyway, the older generation has passed it down, and it's just such a little ability, you can't let a group of big people run to artificial rain, right?

As soon as this method was proposed, the big guys agreed, after all, who doesn't have two acres of land?

Once the date is chosen, the worship of the river god begins.

On that day, according to my mother's explanation, I still didn't dare to join in the excitement, but there were many people in the village, and everyone heard that it was a sacrifice to the river god, and almost all of them ran over.

I couldn't sit still when I heard the sound of firecrackers and singing outside. In fact, I also wanted to go to see the excitement, but because of my mother's instructions, I didn't even dare to go out of the house.

After the sound of firecrackers, it was quiet outside the village, I thought it was over, who knew that Zhang Mo next door ran back like a monkey.

Zhang Mo is the son of Second Uncle Zhang, with a skinny face, terrifyingly thin, triangular eyes, and a big mouth, which is terrifying when he looks at it.

When the rumors first spread, I was very disgusted with Uncle Zhang and Zhang Mo, but my mother was good to Zhang Mo, and later my relationship with Zhang Mo became better and better. It's just that Zhang Mo has a shortcoming, that is, his mouth is broken, this kid usually talks about everything with that big mouth, and the people in the village say that his mouth is looser than the crotch of the thief's wife.

As soon as I saw Zhang Mo coming back, I wanted to inquire about the sacrifice to the river god, who knew that this kid said to me excitedly: "Yang Sheng, guess what happened just now?" ”

"What happened?" I asked curiously.

Zhang Mo stared at those triangular eyes and said to me: "When I was sacrificing to the river god just now, a female corpse floated out of the river!" ”

"Really?" I asked in disbelief: "Sacrifice to the river god, why did you sacrifice a female corpse?" ”

"Who knows? But it has been fished out, and it was taken by the old ninth master and sent to the ancestral hall. You know what? That female corpse looks like a water spirit! Zhang Mo described to me colorfully, "That body, snow-white and snow-white, as if it will glow, at a glance, it makes people feel uneasy, but it is not comparable to these little house sparrows in the village!" ”

As soon as I heard this, I was a little curious. You know, nothing has happened to Wang Chuanhe over the years, why did a female corpse suddenly come? Could it be a woman from a village, who couldn't think about it for a while, so she jumped into the river and died, right?

"Let's go, what are you doing in a daze? You don't want to go and see the excitement? Zhang Mo pulled me.

I was a little excited, after all, at this age, there are a lot of curious things, I secretly glanced at my mother, and found that my mother didn't notice it, Zhang Mo and I bent over and slipped out of the yard.

Most of the people in the stockade rushed back. When sacrificing to the river god, a female corpse was fished out, so that the interest of these people was transferred from the sacrifice to the river god to the female corpse.

Zhang Mo and I sneaked near the ancestral hall and saw that the old ninth master was leading a few people, commanding the big guy to carry a female corpse into the ancestral hall.

The female corpse was indeed the same as Zhang Mo said, her skin was very white, as if it would glow. The body is not slippery, and you can see that it looks particularly plump at a glance. Especially that face, in addition to being pale and scary, can be said to be picturesque.

Such a woman is indeed rare in the village, not to mention our village, even in the surrounding ten miles and eight towns, we can't find such a beautiful woman.

I stared at the female corpse, my face was red, and my heart was beating a little. Not only me, but I could even feel the sound of many people around me swallowing saliva.

"What's going on?" Zhang Mo glanced at me secretly.

I pursed my lips and didn't speak, thinking to myself that this woman was so young, why did she die? If she was alive, she would be a well-known beauty in the surrounding countryside.

At this time, Lao Jiu Ye took people out of the ancestral hall, stood at the door of the ancestral hall, and said with a sigh: "Let's go back and inquire and see whose daughter this is, if we really find her family, let's send someone back quickly......