In the countryside, the ancestral hall of the ancestral house is a sacred place, where the family tree is enshrined, as well as the sacred tablets of the ancestors, and at the same time, it is also a place of "death and superlife" - when the old people in the village are dying, they often transfer to the ancestral house ancestral hall to "wait for death", and the aftermath after death is also handled here. .org

In the old days, white affairs in the countryside were extremely elaborate things.

As the saying goes, "life and death are also important", for the Chinese people, death is a solemn event, from the Son of Heaven to the common people, it is the same.

Not only should a solemn and solemn ceremony be held, but also "the dead are like life", that is, they should serve the dead as if they were the living, specifically to the princes and nobles, that is, all kinds of mausoleums to accompany the burial, and the ordinary people will not be ambiguous, after all, it represents the end of a person's life:

The monks who do things, the white candles, the paper chariots and horses, the boys and girls and other sacrifices, and the descendants of the vigil even have to cry in strict accordance with the rules and time.

All these things are done in the ancestral hall of the ancestral house.

In terms of rules, the ancestral house symbolizes a home, and other houses can be demolished at will, but the ancestral house cannot, so the ancestral house is also the oldest and most dilapidated place in a family.

Such a place is naturally covered with a cloak of mystery, which is both high and sacred, but also makes people feel that it is cold and creepy, because it is also often hovering with death, sorrow and fear.

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Thick clouds have been gathering in the sky, obscuring most of the moonlight, a gust of wind blows behind us, and the shrubs and weeds in the courtyard rub and shake in the shadows, there is a feeling that the grass and trees are all soldiers, as if countless people are hidden in the darkness, and it can't help but be creepy.

Lao Dao and I walked cautiously on the verandah, the light outside was dim, Lao Dao held the lighter in his hand, and after a while, we had arrived outside the ancestral hall.

The courtyard door was closed, but strangely, there seemed to be a faint light inside, coming through the crack in the door.

Lao Dao and I glanced at each other, and both of them were awe-inspiring in their hearts.

The two of us tiptoed open the courtyard door, only to see a ray of light leaking out through the crack in the open door, shining a long ribbon of light on the mottled floor tiles.

And Lao Dao and I also saw an unforgettable scene-

In that ancestral hall, two things are happening...... Two horrible oddities.

First, a group of headless people are holding a vigil.

Second, a group of little people in white are building houses.

Different from the courtyard with two entrances outside, the ancestral hall is a large house, with a size of about 100 square meters.

At this moment, a mourning hall was placed inside.

The big offering table in the middle of the ancestral hall is lit with two half-meter-high white candles, a scene of white cloth is hung behind the offering table, the whole ancestral hall is divided into two halves, on the white cloth, there is a big "lay" word in white characters on a black background, and on both sides are sacrificial poems, poems:

"The sorrow is shocking, and the spirit travels to Penglai Island.

Sad songs, heroic souls leave the world. ”

The white cloth hung down from the beams, but instead of covering the ground, it was suspended half a meter above the ground, where six pairs of feet were exposed—all with blue skin and faint corpse spots.

It was the foot of six dead men.

At the feet of each dead man, there was a soul-attracting lamp—a small bowl filled with clear oil, and a wick made of white cotton thread, and the lamp was the size of a soybean, swaying and frightening.

The most terrifying thing for us is that in front of this mourning hall, there are two rows of headless people standing against the wall!

Yes, only limbs and torso, but no head!

Seeing this, the old knife suddenly touched me with his elbow and whispered: "Those people's heads, are they ...... by us?"

I know what the old knife is going to say, what he means is, didn't we use a strong flashlight to wipe out the entire head of the Bogu frame before? Could it be that these headless monsters in front of me, their heads, were destroyed by my flashlight?!

"Shhh......h

Old Dao's speculation is not unreasonable, and I am very inclined to agree with him, but some other associations appear in my mind now......

Along the way, since we got off the highway and the car broke down, our group has been encountering all kinds of terrifying and strange things...... Now that I see these headless weirdos, and think of the paper dummy at the beginning, I suddenly think—

Am I somewhere, where have I ever seen something like this?

Why, I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity?

But I racked my brain, but I couldn't remember where I had seen the same headless weirdos or paper dummies.

I have a habit of never dwelling too much on a thing, and since I can't think of it, I don't think about it first - a lot of things are like this, the more you rush to find them, the more you can't find them, and when you give up, you find them inadvertently...... Love around the corner, or scaring ghosts, are all such things.

I put aside the irrelevant thoughts in my mind for a moment, and my attention returned to the ancestral hall again.

The second terrifying strange thing that is happening in the ancestral hall is-

Someone is building a house in the ancestral hall.

There are about three kinds of houses built in this world.

The first type is a temple or shrine built for the gods.

The second type is a yang house built for living people.

The third type is the mansion built for the dead to live in.

In the first two types of construction, the foundation needs to be laid first, then brick by brick and stone to build the upper ramparts, and finally the roof is built;

The last kind of construction, only need to find the "foundation", that is, the feng shui, find the hole positioning, and then the construction, is to dig down the soil, dig out the tomb, ear chamber, tomb road, etc., and finally "knot the top", is to move into the tomb owner, cover the soil into the tomb, set up the tombstone.

These three also use sand, stone and bricks, but the usage, use, and implication are not the same.

At this moment, in the ancestral hall, someone is building such a yin mansion.

The builders were countless little people the size of an adult's fist, all dressed in white, dressed in linen and filial piety, and their faces were as white as the bottom of paper, holding shovels, hoes, shovels, carts, and other tools, and were working hard.

The construction site is under the offering table of the mourning hall, all the way to the plot a few meters from the door.

The plot has been excavated, and it is like a human world that has been shrunk countless times.

Some of the little people were digging pits and digging for earth, some were filling in sand and gravel, some were transporting earthwork, wood and stone, bricks and tiles, and some were carving reliefs and inscriptions in the tomb—but the fonts were so small and far away that neither I nor the old knife could see clearly.

What kind of ghosts are these little people in white dressed in linen and filial piety?

Why do they want to dig in the ancestral hall of the ancestral house?

Who was this tomb dug for? Is it for the six corpses behind the white cloth in the mourning hall?

But who are the six corpses?

Countless questions popped up in my head...... To be honest, since I woke up, I'm still a little confused about these strange things.

Am I in some kind of fantasy? I'm not 100% sure if I'm in reality or in a dream.

Even the old knife who is standing next to me now, I don't dare to be 100% sure that he is the old knife himself.

It seems that there is a faint line that pulls everything, but I can't see it clearly for the time being......

Suddenly, I don't know where there was a cry that shook my heart and lungs—

At first, it was sobbing, which was quiet, and then gradually changed to short crying, short crying, and then sobbing...... A few times, when our auditory nerve was suppressed to the extreme, the sobbing suddenly turned into a long cry!

Together, the little people all began to cry, and their cries were not loud, but the small cries gathered into a rumbling one, and finally resounded in the room!

I've never heard such a terrible and piercing cry!

Crying heartbreakingly, crying like a death knell, crying so much that God hates ghosts!

Like a lonely smoke rising from the desert, it seems that all the sounds of heaven and earth have disappeared......

Only this desolate and tragic cry remains, mourning the dead, questioning the sky, and the dead are silent, and the sky is speechless, only the death knell, the sad wind is gloomy......

And the headless monsters who had only stood silently on both sides of the mourning hall before also moved, and three people from each row walked out of each row and walked to the offering table, as if they were holding something in their arms......

Soon, six headless monsters stood side by side in front of the offering table, and they all put the contents of their arms on the offering table at the same time—

It turned out to be six posthumous portraits!

What's even more terrifying is that those six portraits are clearly six of us!!

In the middle is me and Lao Dao, then Cheng Cheng and Li Yi on one side, and Li Haijun and Zhou Ou on the other!

All of them are in the black and white statues, with strange and sad smiles.

Both Lao Dao and I couldn't help but take a step back!

We all subconsciously glanced at the exposed feet of the six corpses behind the white cloth in the mourning hall, and then the two of us looked at each other—

We all read the same message from each other's eyes, and that was the same horror and trembling!

Could it be that the six corpses behind the white cloth in the mourning hall turned out to be a group of six of us?!

The six of us are dead, and Lao Dao and I are now in the state of lonely souls and wild souls?

This instantly reminded me of an urban legend.

It is said that the owner of a night snack shop received a takeaway call from the same address for several days in a row, and the customer only opened a crack in the door when delivering the food, took the takeaway and handed out the money, and the boss heard the sound of playing mahjong in the room. Back in the store, the boss found that he had received all the money, so the boss called the police. The police broke down the door and found four dead people on a mahjong table in the room, and after autopsy, it was found that the four people had been dead for a week, but fresh food was found in the stomach of the corpse that had been digested for no more than 1-2 days......

I looked at the old knife, and I couldn't help but wonder for a moment, wondering if the two of us were like the four corpses that were obviously dead, but still playing mahjong and ordering takeout, and didn't know that we were already dead?

So, after we ate that lunch in Heijiaping Village, we died on the spot?

When I thought about it, I suddenly felt that my eyes were dark, and my head felt as if something had been suddenly removed, and I was dizzy, and I almost fainted on the spot!

After staggering and standing, I was shocked to find that the old knife standing opposite me, a few python-like black gas appeared around him out of nowhere, and the black gas suddenly tightened like a python, tightly entangled the old knife-

"Flashlight!"

The old knife shouted at me, but then, his mouth was also sealed by a circle of black gas, and he couldn't make a sound, and his whole body was lifted into the air.

A word to wake up the dreamer!

I immediately subconsciously wanted to use a flashlight to aim at the black gas wrapped around the old knife, but as soon as I stretched out my hand, I found that my hand could not be used.

When I looked down, I saw that my right hand had been wrapped around my shoulder by a snake-like black gas, and it was already as if it didn't belong to me - my right thumb was clearly on the switch of the flashlight, and I was trying to press the switch, but my right hand didn't obey me at all!

What's even more terrifying is that just when I was stunned, another black gas had quietly wrapped around my left hand, and my left hand was suddenly limited in movement, and I couldn't take the strong light flashlight on my right hand at all!

At the last moment, I let go of the flashlight in my right hand, and with the toe of my right foot, I thought of the ball in football, and turned the flashlight in the direction of my left hand-

At this moment, I held my breath, for fear that any of my superfluous actions would lead to ultimate failure.

The flashes of light reflected from the metal casing of the flashlight crossed an arc and landed firmly on my left hand.

I didn't hesitate for a minute, my hands worked hard, and I immediately turned on the switch of the bright flashlight!

"Click!"

Intense and dazzling white light shot out from my left hand—

The black gas bathed in white light, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, melted away in an instant!

The black qi was gone, the old knife fell to the ground from a height of half a meter, one hand covered his neck and gasped, and the other pointed to the door of the ancestral hall, and he couldn't wait to shout at me:

"Aji, shoot his ancestors inside! Fuck me! ”

The black gas on my hands has also disappeared, the old knife's proposal is in my arms, I am angry, I simply kicked open the door of the ancestral hall, aimed the strong flashlight in my hand inside, and used it as a Gatling heavy machine gun, and swept it away!

"Hiss——!"

A terrible scream—exactly the same as the scream I made when I used the light to kill the heads of the old black head and Sister-in-law Li in the earliest days!

In the ancestral hall, everything is under the pillar of flashlight like holy light, like an old photograph that has been ignited, and gradually turns into ashes......

The huge word "Lay" with white characters on a black background first turned into a few wisps of black smoke, followed by a white cloth and an offering table......

Those headless monsters and little people in white scattered and fled under the illumination of the lampposts, and I turned them into wisps of black smoke!

Eventually, the entire ancestral hall, including the inner chamber, the outer walls, and the main gate, disappeared from my face, and was replaced by an even more shocking and terrifying scene!

Lao Dao's breath and I couldn't help but stagnate, our legs stiffened, and we exchanged a look, but we both saw absolute fear and incredulity in each other's eyes!