Chapter Ninety-Two: There's Something Strange About This Village

My face was dark, and I raised my hand to pat my bald head, but I didn't dare to make any effort, for fear of bursting the anger that hit my head at once.

I suppressed my anger and said:

"Tian Dongdong, can you tell that she is haunted by a ghost?!"

Tian Dongdong looked at me innocently and shook his head.

"I can't see it, that's why I'm looking for you!"

Looking at her innocent face, I wanted to kick her out the door.

For many years afterward, I regretted that I hadn't kicked her out.

Tian Dongdong's grandmother did not live in the city hospital, but in the county hospital not far from the village.

When I saw the old lady, I was a little surprised by Tian Dongdong's judgment. Her grandmother really didn't wake up from a concussion. There was a faint black aura on the old lady's face, and although I didn't see exactly what caused her coma, it must have something to do with the ghosts.

Tian Dongdong went through the discharge procedures, and we took the old man back to the village.

The village is located about 80 kilometers south of the county seat, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and a large river runs through it. The river is wide and the current is rapid.

As I walked across the bridge, I asked Tian Dongdong:

"Are you sure it's a river, not a river?"

Tian Dongdong nodded:

"The river is only like this during the rainy season, it is not so wide and the current is not so fast. As she spoke, she walked to the edge of the bridge and looked down, and said "Huh".

Shen Mo followed and asked:

"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

Tian Dongdong stared at the river and said:

"Something is wrong, I don't remember that the water of this river has never been so rushed."

I leaned over and took a look at the river, which was less than two meters away from the bridge deck, and seemed to be rising.

"What is the upstream place? No reservoir? ”

Tian Dongdong shook his head and said:

"No, this river flows directly down from the snow-capped mountains, and the source is probably about the same as the location of the Yangtze River, but it is not in one direction, and there will not be a lot of water every year, but I don't know what happened this year, I have lived here for more than ten years and have never seen this river have such a high water level."

When I got off the bridge, I turned around and looked at the rushing river, and I had a bad feeling in my heart.

Tian Dongdong's grandmother's yard is not large, three red brick houses, it is estimated that some years have passed, some places on the wall have cracked, and it looks like it may collapse at any time.

Seeing that I had been staring at the cracked cracks on the wall, Tian Dongdong was a little embarrassed, and quickly explained:

"Originally, I wanted to take my grandmother to live in the city, so I never repaired it, the house has been almost 20 years old, so it is a little dilapidated, and she doesn't let it be repaired, always saying that she will definitely die before the house collapses, and there is no need to waste money."

I didn't listen to her carefully, and my attention was completely drawn to one of the cracks.

The crack was in the front of the house, from left to right, diagonally from top to bottom, all the way to the foundation. The crack was about an inch wide at the place, and a centimeter at the narrowest point, and it was pitch black inside, and although it looked deep, it was not visible from the inside of the room.

Standing behind the house, you could see the mountain from which the old lady had fallen, which was obviously more than half as high as the mountains on either side, and the trees on the mountain were so dense and tall that there was almost no place to see the mountain.

I called Tian Dongdong, who was cleaning up the yard, and pointed to the big mountain and asked:

"What's the name of this mountain?"

Tian Dongdong glanced in the direction of my finger and said:

"This is the largest mountain we have here, called Fish Scale Mountain, and the trees on the mountain don't know what kind of tree they are, and the bark is like layers of fish scales, and there were people who came here to study the quality, variety and rarity of these trees, but then it was gone."

At that time, the wind was very strong, and when I looked at it from a distance, the treetops on the mountain swayed with the wind, waving layers of tree waves.

"There are no wild beasts in the mountains?"

Tian Dongdong looked at me like a monster and said:

"Absolutely! How could there be no beasts on such a large mountain? But nothing too powerful, at most wolves and wild boars, as long as they don't provoke them, it's fine, when I was young, there were always people in the village who went up to the mountains to hunt, there were many accidents, and some people died. Later, there was a rule that hunting was not allowed, and nothing happened again. ”

Back in the house, the old lady was still the same, looking like she was asleep. Although I can't wake up, I don't need to be put on a ventilator and inserted into a nasogastric tube like a vegetative person. As long as you lift her up and feed her the loss into her mouth when feeding, she will be able to swallow on her own. But other than that, they are all in the same vegetative state.

I whispered to Shen Mo:

"Try using Gu?"

Shen Mo leaned into my ear and whispered:

"I tried it just now when you were outside, it didn't work, the Gu worm didn't dare to enter her body, and I don't know why."

I nodded, turned and walked out of the house, walking around the village.

In this kind of place, the best way to get news is to listen to all kinds of old ladies chatting. Although most of them are small talk about trivial matters, they have a very efficient transmission speed.

In one afternoon, I was able to gather some useful information:

Some people say that the old trees in the fish scale mountain have become fine, and whoever goes up to the mountain to pick mushrooms and come back is pregnant, but the man is still working in the field...

Someone saw a pheasant behind the village, chased it halfway up the mountain, and was about to catch it, who knew that the pheasant actually hit his head on an old tree and disappeared.

Some people think that the old tree on the mountainside has become a fine man, and when he became a mountain god, he went to ask the mountain god grandfather to bless his daughter-in-law to give birth to a big fat grandson, and he really gave birth to a big fat boy, but I heard that the placenta has a circle of annual rings...

Although most of these things must have been made up by those boring girls, everything revolves around an old tree, which is a bit unspeakable, indicating that this old tree must indeed be problematic!

I wanted to go up the mountain that night to have a look, but was stopped by Shen Mo.

"It's too dangerous to go up the hill at night! What's more, it's such a high mountain, I have to go tomorrow morning after dawn, otherwise I won't agree! ”

I knew that I couldn't convince Shen Mo, so I could only sleep obediently and go up the mountain the next day.

But before dawn, we were woken up by a noise outside. When I put on my clothes and went out, I saw many villagers running towards the entrance of the village with shovels and woven bags.

I stopped a man in his forties and asked:

"Big brother, what's going on?"

The man said with a panicked face:

"Go and help, the river is about to overflow the levee!"

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