That's why there are so many Yin people, who want to get the approval of the undead here, relieve their monstrous resentment, and obtain their inheritance?

"Who doesn't think that he is talented now? One and only? Isn't it just a resentful spirit, isn't it just a grudge, it's good to be excessive, these mages, Taoist priests, and yin people who do dirty things and dirty work for people, they all think so, but do you see those tombstones? ”.

I said I saw it.

Qiu Niang nodded, and said: Tombstone Village, there is a habit, go with the flow, bury on the spot, where the dead are buried, plus these grave keepers don't care, they live next to the tombstone, so you see, there are tombstones on the road, in the house, in the room, and even on the bed. ”

"So, are all these people dead in the same place? These tombstones all over the ground are the deceased who were killed by Xie Bi'an's lineage back then? In the street, in the house, all buried in place? "I looked at Qiu Niang's room, next to her bed, there was a tombstone, and she slept with the tombstone at night.

The name of that tombstone is Xie Liuxian.

It is estimated that he died next to the bed at that time and was buried.

"By the way, I just came in and saw that the tombstone here, in addition to the surname Xie, also buried the surname?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, they are all Yin people who died here, and they were buried on the spot."

Qiu Niang said: "Bury yourself in the grave, bury yourself in the coffin, so that you can see each other, so there are many foreign surnames on the tombstones in this village, and they all failed when they died here." ”

I was silent.

Looking up, the village is full of graves, I don't know how many graves, the cemetery of the losers.

The tombstone village is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more passers-by of the walking dead

“.” Miao Qianqian said in surprise: "It's so exciting, if you can't solve their grievances, you have to be buried here at the cost of death, become a grave, become a member of them, or be assimilated by grievances and become the grave keeper of this land, is it muddy?" ”

Qiu Niang nodded: "At first, it was said that she was not affected, she was so frightened that she went insane, became a grave keeper, and only seven servants cleaned up and erected the tombstone for the master here, but now"

There are about thirty or forty people, except for ordinary people who strayed in, and the rest are Yin people.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable!" Xiao Qing'er gritted her teeth and said very angrily: "This kind of place, it should be peaceful, it has harmed so many people, if you really want to get rid of it, although so many resentful spirits have died, it is such a terrifying murderous place, but some masters can solve it with the joint efforts of some masters." ”

"Hey, hey! Little girl, you are really ignorant, why do you want to solve it? Qiu Niang smiled.

Xiao Qing'er hugged the little white fox angrily and said: People are also adults!

Qiu Niang lit a cigarette, cocked her sexy Erlang's legs, swallowed the clouds, and made a dusty gesture, "This fierce land, and it is not harmful, forcibly erase it, solve the evil spirit here, and use violence to solve the problem is not good, at this time, everyone talks about the policy of tenderness, compassion, everyone wants to surpass them, get the recognition of these resentful spirits, and get their knowledge." ”

Qiu Niang said: "Therefore, this fierce land, no one cares, and there are people behind the scenes, I don't want people to take care of it, people from relevant institutions come, so they make a registration, fill in a left-behind village, and say that the factory sewage and water pollution in the mountains have caused so many villagers in this village to suffer from cerebral palsy, causing cancer, and the subsidies given every year are a lot, so the cerebral palsy villagers here are not worried about food and clothing, after all, there are many polluted villages that are polluted by the factory, deformity rate, carcinogenesis, and cerebral palsy, not bad." ”

I touched my nose, and there was such a hand?

Those in our yin circle, they really have enough fun, such a fierce land, it is not fair to say that it is not fair.

The number of cerebral palsy villagers who indulge here is growing, and the graves here are constantly expanding

Although they are all to blame, a tombstone village, a polluted village,.

Miao Qianqian asked: Then how to let the Xie Bi'an people here rest in peace?

Qiu Niang shook her head and sighed, "Xie Bi'an is in the same vein, merciful from generation to generation, walking the rivers and lakes, giving hope to the dead, it's just a pity that after Xie Bi'an died, he was unusually resentful, and there are rumors that Xie Bi'an has given people rest all his life, who can let the resentful Xie Bi'an rest in peace, he can get everything." ”

I looked outside.

In autumn, the sky was suddenly slightly cool, and it was drizzling a little.

Some of the houses on the edge of the graves were covered with thick cobwebs, damp moss and cockroaches crawling everywhere, and fallen leaves piled up all over the house.

Even some of the houses have no roof.

Those walking corpses, still in a daze, they ate in the rain, they slept in the rain, as if it was not raining at all, their eyes were full of holes, their whole bodies were wet by the rain, they didn't notice it at all, the only most serious thing was to sweep those tombstones all the time, keep them clean.

"The house I live in is also full of despair."

Qiu Niang's eyes were a little complicated, and she gently stroked the walls of the room, "The furnishings here are clearly a little girl's home, delicate and gentle." ”

Qiu Niang pointed to the tombstone and said: This girl's name is Bai Liuxian.

She scrubbed her hand through a row of carved handwriting on the rotten wooden table:

"That man, came to walk in the peace of the world, but led to his own despair, loneliness, loneliness, we save the world, give it peace, but who will save us"

"Who's going to save us!!!!"

The handwriting is powerful, exaggerated, resentful, crooked, and the last few strokes are engraved extremely deeply.

These were the last words written by a desperate girl who lived in this house before she died.

We can clearly feel great sadness in it.

"I'll take you to other rooms to see, and in other rooms, we can also see similar resentments, the last words before death." Qiu Niang stood up and handed over a few umbrellas.

"Let's go." I say.

With our umbrellas in hand, we walked into a wooden house next door.

Leaking through the rain, ignoring a couple running errands in the rain and three passers-by who were staring at the bedside, on the wooden wall, we saw a row of vague words, "We are all sinners!" Xie Bi'an's lineage is ruined today, and his sin is difficult to resign from the ages, and he is ashamed of his ancestors. ”

"Go somewhere else." Qiu Niang held the umbrella and turned her head.

Next to a stone monument in the middle of a road, on the stone, we see a row of wills.

This one is not too pessimistic: "The will of Xie Bi'an's inheritance, in the heart of the deceased, even if the door is destroyed, it is unstoppable, who will inherit us?" ”

We silently followed the rain and walked away.

Suddenly leaning over, we saw another person's line of words on the wall of the door:

"When did Xie Bi'an die? Killed? No! Someone who was destroyed? Neither is it! For thousands of years, Xie Bi'an has been walking and has been sung, and it is still the same after a thousand years, Xie Bi'an will not die, only his thoughts will be forgotten by the rivers and lakes will he really die, we will not"

The words in the back have gradually blurred, and it is impossible to see what is written.

We went all the way.

The whole village is still full of holes, and there are traces of fighting everywhere, which shows the fierceness of the time.

In this decaying village, we saw the last words of struggle, resistance, and unyielding at the dinner table, on the ground, and on the walls, as well as their last desperate suicide note.

These people

Before he died, he left a posthumous pen.

Pessimistic, unwilling, hopeless, roaring.

Countless desperate emotions converged, and it was not until today that I came to the site where Xie Bi'an was destroyed, and I really knew what Bai Xiaoxue, that cold and lonely girl, was carrying on her delicate shoulders

Her shoulders were too heavy.

The hope of a clan, that heaviness, sinks so heavy that I am speechless.

"You outsiders, don't look too much, don't get too immersed, or sooner or later you will be infected by this despair and become one of them." Qiu Niang spit out smoke rings, and pointed at the sluggish passers-by of the walking dead with some vicissitudes, "We yin people do dirty things, and we must not be infected by the resentment of resentful spirits, no matter who they were before they were alive." ”

The rain was dripping, and it was still beating the ground in the decaying village in the night.

Miao Qianqian sighed, "Xie Bi'an is in the same vein, there are thirty-four people up and down, and the whole village is afraid that all of them are Yin people with Taoism, they save the death of the world, but no one in the world can save their death, so their resentment and despair are the most terrible in the world, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the greatest evil in history." ”