Thirty years ago, the mountain people on the Great Wilderness Mountain had not been swallowed up by the sudden mountain fire. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At half past two in the morning, it was raining heavily, and eight people stood stiffly on the ridge of Lijia Village at the foot of the mountain.

The endless fields are divided horizontally and vertically into regular chessboards, and thousands of thick ceramic pieces loom beneath the weeds that dance wildly with the hurricane. Sudden lightning instantly illuminated the entire field, and the eight pale and hollow faces were like papier-mâché clay sculptures, and the round urn.

The Great Wilderness Mountain lives up to its name, with an empty and desolate mountain wall, and even at the foot of the mountain there is no grass. There were no voices, no lights, no signs of modernity, and several large black shadows lurking in the darkness. The rain became more and more rapid, and the downpour slid down the motionless people, and the arms, abdomen, and thighs finally dripped from the trouser tubes, mixed with the mud and flowed into a yellow mud soup.

Even after a long time, it seemed that a few figures could stand until they were old until a warm yellow high beam that was out of step with the current atmosphere came to them.

A green Jiefang truck deftly crossed the rugged and narrow mountain road, and the roar did not stop until it was close. The fire went out, and the high beams disappeared. A dark-skinned middle-aged man jumped out of it, and even if he hit an umbrella and fell into the storm, it seemed useless. He snorted, pulling a flashlight from the cab and tilting his head between his neck and shoulders. "Lao Song, this old Wang Ba, let me go to this place where birds don't lay eggs at night to pick up the goods. If it weren't for the thick ticket, the ghost would have come! ”

The metallic hard touch of the flashlight calmed him down a little, but when he pressed the switch, he found that there was no response at all. The truck driver instantly wanted to scold his mother, but this expensive thing was a silver gun wax head. This foreign thing was specially brought back to him by his son when he went to Germany, saying that it was a famous brand of what kind of pie. In his opinion, it is better to carry a kerosene lamp with him.

The truck driver muttered: "It's so quiet, is there anyone in the end, Lao Wang Ba won't let me pigeon." As he spoke, he raised his eyes, and on a moonless night, coupled with the torrential rain that obstructed his vision, there was almost no visibility. Beneath his feet is soft mud, and what can be seen is a large field of crops that are swaying strangely.

The middle-aged man thought in his heart, so he pressed the flashlight more and more, and tried to feed and shouted a few times. Click, the flashlight was pinched and let out an overwhelmed scream, and a beam of light appeared. The first thing I saw was a big white face that was almost close to him. The momentary shock almost didn't make him feel out of breath, and he sat on the ground with his legs weak.

The flashlight, which radiated warmth, was thrown far away, bounced a few times, and then went out. In the darkness, all he could hear was the sound of Suosuo walking around him. I didn't pay attention when the high beams were shining just now, and a series of footsteps walked towards the tin truck. Then there was the sound of the car railing being lowered, and the truck driver swallowed hard.

In fact, when it comes to walking at night, almost no one is more skilled than a truck driver. Perennial car life, what kind of remote night road has not been walked? After walking for a long time, you will naturally see many more abnormal things than ordinary people, and that courage is not comparable to ordinary people. Wang Lao Wu was frightened by the sudden change, and he was a little annoyed as soon as he figured out the taste.

Do you say that there is such a thing as a person who does not turn on the lights in the middle of the night and stands in the field to carry goods? Isn't this a joke! The anger came up, and Wang Lao Wu also shouted in a loud voice: "Hey, let's rest buddies." It's dark and not in the middle of winter, so you just load the goods into my car and don't let me see what it is. Don't be anything contraband that won't be transported, if you find out that I'm the guy who eats, I'll fold it. ”

By the time he finished speaking, he had already walked to the cab and turned on the high beams, and several young men could be seen standing at the front of the car, and a few standing at the loading container door. This commotion, eight people all saluted him. After seeing a few people, Wang Lao Wu did not feel relieved, but was shocked.

The eight men were all dressed in white, wearing red and blue cherry blossoms, just like the funeral clothes of the dead. There were also two vans decorated with hearses behind them, and Wang Lao Wu's scalp suddenly went numb when they were stared at by the eight people.

The only old man who was a little popular among the few people staggered towards him, but Wang Lao Wu subconsciously retreated straight back. The old man walked up to Wang Lao Wu and put his hand in the pocket on his waist. Wang Lao Wu was shocked, did I want to kill the transaction when I saw through it! But he just took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket, and the corners of the old man's mouth lifted up to make a laughing motion, and stuffed the handful of banknotes into Wang Laowu's arms.

"Funeral?" Wang Lao Wu carefully counted the banknotes, and asked the old man out of the corner of his eyes. The old man didn't smile, but there was a strange hint in his smile. Wang Lao smiled with satisfaction after five o'clock on the banknote, and didn't ask anymore, what's the matter, earn his grandmother's vote!

Under the high beam, Wang Lao Wu could see these eight people like fruit farmers in the general harvest season, picking up fruits from the shallow ground. It's just that in the middle of the night in the wee hours of the morning, the "fruit" is also a thick ceramic that I don't know what it contains.

After nearly forty minutes, Wang Lao Wu counted that a thousand thick ceramic officials were stuffed into the truck containers. Wang Lao Wu and the old man sat in the truck, the remaining six people sat in one van, and one person drove another van to follow.

The truck full of thick ceramics was at the front, followed by two hearses, and just slid silently in the night.

Wang Lao Wu held the steering wheel with his left hand and a cigarette between his middle and index fingers of his right hand. He took a puff of his cigarette and asked, "Uncle, what's next?" When he came, Lao Song didn't provide a destination, so he said that he would just listen to the employer's command, and then he had time to ask.

The old man was silent, his eyes closed as if listening to something. The truck kept going straight along the road in front, and Wang Lao Wu also wondered, he had learned to listen to the dead night.

At first, it was desolate with nothing, but when Wang Lao Wu almost gave up, thinking that the old man might be Alzheimer's, there was a strange voice.

Gurgle - cluck - cluck

A small, eerie sound came from behind him, like the clatter of human teeth chattering up and down from the cold, and then the sound grew louder and louder. It seems to have come from a container in the back of the car, what the hell is in this jar?! Until now, Wang Lao Wu suddenly realized what kind of troubled water he seemed to be lying in.

Wang Lao Wu kept pouting his eyes and quietly glanced at the old man, and the old man's slightly sluggish dim yellow crystal looked straight ahead. Whenever the road was wrong, the seeping gurgling sound would be heard, and the old man would guide the way in this strange way. There is no turning back when the bow is opened, and even if Wang Lao Wu regrets his intestines, he can't pick a child now. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and the sweat crawled on his back and forehead, which was uncomfortable.

The truck had been driving for almost half an hour, and now it was almost halfway up the mountain. Unexpectedly, at nearly four o'clock in the morning, there was still a cement factory working, and the lights were bright.

It's just that a strange sense of disobedience can't be dispelled, and Wang Lao Wu feels that something is wrong.

"Here we are." A hoarse and dry voice quietly squeezed out of the old man's throat, this was the first time Wang Lao Wu heard these people speak.

After the old man finished speaking, he took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into Wang Lao Wu's hand, and the transaction was completed. He watched as the van followed behind him opened the door, and everyone walked towards the cement factory.

I finally realized where the sense of disobedience came from, the cement factory was empty, but the equipment rumbled loudly, the lights, and the water traces, as if the people working here had disappeared in an instant.

"Made, what a wicked nature!" Wang Lao Wu scolded fiercely, although he said so, he suddenly had a bold guess, could it be that there were gold jewelry in the urn? The more I think about it, the more I think it may be reliable, otherwise who would do this in the middle of the night and disguise it as a hearse? Pretending to be a ghost with the master?

He looked at the people who were busy carrying thick ceramic urns from the container, pushed open the heavy car door and got out of the car: "I'll help too!" As he spoke, he walked briskly past, but the expected obstruction did not happen. The old man grinned uncomfortably again, and his mouth was shriveled like a black hole: "Thank you." ”

It took nearly half an hour to go back and forth, and because of the perennial sports car, Wang Lao Wu, who had a pretty good physique, was almost tired and sweating profusely. And those people didn't blush and their hearts didn't beat, and even the old man didn't change his face.

In the end, it was cleaned, and only one urn remained. Wang Lao Wu swallowed his saliva with his back to everyone, saw that no one was paying attention to him, and closed the door of the container: "Ah, it's finally finished." You're busy, I'll go back to the car shop to catch up on sleep! He kept moving in his hands, locking the container in one go, but only he knew that the heart in his chest was about to jump out.

As soon as he turned around, the old man looked at himself fixedly, and Wang Lao Wu instantly broke out in a cold sweat, afraid that they would notice something. After a long time, the old man turned and left.

Wang Lao Wu got into the car, stepped on the accelerator and left.

If you want to say this person, you just can't overcome your own desires. Wang Lao Wu obviously knew that this trip was full of suspicions and very strange, and he also knew that if he got involved, there would definitely be great trouble, but he still cared more about the gold and silver jewelry in the thousands of ceramic urns.

When he was far enough away from the cement plant that he could be sure that the people over there wouldn't notice, he stopped.

The first thing I did was to open the container and crouch down in front of the ceramic urn.

He subconsciously touched the jade carving of Guanyin Bodhisattva hanging around his neck, with these gold, silver and jewelry, he wouldn't be sad in this famine year. Sell it to the rich and exchange some tickets for it to eat white-flour steamed buns at once, and then buy some jewelry for Erhua.

He thought that his saliva was about to flow out, and then with a strain of his right hand, the wooden lid covering the ceramic was lifted.

"Wow-" The stench of killing people invaded the entire container in an instant, and Wang Lao Wu was so black that he almost vomited it. He swore it stinks, stenched better than anything he smelled.

Looking up and taking a closer look, this time it was really spit out.

It was a rotting, shapeless human head, a handful of black hair floating in a yellowish-green pus-like unidentified fluid. The flesh of his cheeks rotted and fell off, revealing the white bones inside. The eyeballs had been corroded, revealing two hollow black holes.

The feeling of being stared at went straight to the back of the heart, and the upper and lower teeth of the human head suddenly opened and closed rapidly. Between the teeth colliding, there is a gurgling sound.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! Wang Lao Wu was so frightened that he retreated like crazy, and fear made his face squeeze and deform, until his back hit the cold and hard iron wall, and there was no way to retreat.

……

At half past four in the morning, dawn is approaching, and it is also the darkest hour of the night.

Eight people entered the cement factory, and there was a hole in the cement factory. The underground leads to a bluestone tunnel with a slope of nearly 40 degrees, and an underground cable car stops at the surface. The tunnel was dark, with the occasional sound of intermittent ticking water.

After a few minutes, the rope tightened and the cable car slowly rose up from the darkness. In the middle, a few people were guarded by a bronze coffin covered with yellow rune paper. The bronze coffin was carried by eight people to a van, and the two vans began to run again.

At the same time, a black A41 police prison car slowly drove towards the vast barren mountain.

The cab and back seat of the prisoner car escorting the prisoners are intercepted by a tight iron fence, which is also to prevent a prisoner from escaping after a sudden outburst and injuring others. The prisoner was wrapped in a black robe from head to toe, and wore a helmet resembling a gas mask, and the beak of the helmet was a rubber bird's beak protruding more than ten centimeters.

'Police number 3002 calls police number 3016, prisoner escort error. You're escorting an S-class, please stay put and wait for the support of the Special Investigation Division, don't act rashly, don't act rashly, hear please answer, hear please answer...... 'Piercing radio waves, and it's too late.

The beak prisoner stayed in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel in his hand, while the policeman, who was supposed to be driving, switched places with him and lay in the back seat. The air was full of blood, and the detective's neck twisted unnaturally.

"Oops, I still have a hand! There is positioning. He looked at the traffic screen through the red glass lens and frowned fiercely, but he had to get out today. This car can't be used, damn it, if it weren't for the people from the Special Investigation Department, he would have left here with the Five Ghost Carrying Technique, but now he needs a new means of transportation.

The two cars approached, and when the beaked prisoner saw the hearse approaching from afar, he quietly made up his mind.

The first hearse contained only a bronze coffin and a driver, and the second had seven people seated in it. When the first car turned through the winding mountain road, a black prisoner car pulled up in the middle of the road. Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and the two cars collided together at a very fast speed in an instant, making a loud bang today.

"Squeak, bang!"

The sound of glass breaking, the sound of tooth-aching tires rubbing, and the emergency braking of the second car was not enough to collide with the front.

The Birdbeak Prisoner emerged from the darkness and, taking advantage of the chaos, opened the door of the first hearse that had flipped on its side. A bronze coffin appeared in front of him, and it turned out that the bronze coffin had been shaken open due to the violent overturn just now. The lid of the coffin toppled to the side, revealing the body of a man inside.

"This ......" the beaked prisoner saw the coffin, but his reaction was completely different from the usual surprise, and a muffled smile came from under the helmet. The male corpse in the coffin was described as handsome, except that his face was pale and unusually pale, and he was no different from the living! The hands were clasped tightly, and something was clutched in its hands. The beak prisoner lowered his head and observed: "It's perfect, it's incredible!" He muttered in a low voice of trembling excitement, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the body of the male corpse.

Suddenly, the eyes of the male corpse, who had a calm face, opened and looked at each other......

Before the beaked prisoner could react, the man's corpse instantly stood upright and grabbed his neck. Half a miserable cry was blocked in his throat, and the male corpse bit his throat, and the black robe was immediately torn apart as easily as if it were a film, and the sound of blood dripping was mixed with the sound of chewing.

"Hehe" is like a broken bellows, the white throat of the birdbeak prisoner is exposed, and the body twitches from time to time.

In the tragic crash, both cars overturned on their sides, and the nose of the hearse in which the bronze coffin was placed was dented, and the door of one side of the prisoner's car opened, and a bloody arm stretched out from it. The non-stop chewing sound, the sticky sound of the flesh being torn, the sound of chirp, chirp.

The man in the second hearse slowly approached, and the male corpse threw a skeleton with minced flesh and jumped off the van.

The two men and horses glanced at each other, and the people in the second hearse stopped, watching the expressionless male corpse fade away into the darkness.

The bronze coffin engraved with the peach and the mythical beast was left on the car, and an old yellowed thread-bound book lay quietly inside.

The night is parting, and dawn is coming.