When the movement of my hand stopped, the ugly moan disappeared.

I looked around suspiciously, but there was no one around. Is it a hallucination? I'm too nervous these days?

I bent down and picked up the wooden knife, intending to dig up the bamboo, but when my eyes fell on the knots, I froze.

I saw that it was slowly leaching liquid from the wound. The moonlight isn't very bright, so I'm not sure about its color, but I always feel that the liquid is red.

I reached out and touched it, and it was a little sticky. I put my finger under my nose and sniffed it. A faint smell of blood came.

Blood, there is blood in this bamboo.

I didn't say a word, turned around and ran. These bamboos grow on the graves, which are already evil, but now they are bleeding, which is too weird. It's still important for me to save my life at this time, as for what kind of half-day river, let's let Mr. Lu come.

The moon shone brightly on me, and I was alone on the path in the middle of the bamboo forest, and I wrapped my clothes tightly and trotted here. Suddenly, I stumbled and fell to the ground.

My elbow felt like it had hit a broken brick, and I grinned in pain. Just as I was about to get up, someone suddenly called in my ear: "Young man?

The voice came suddenly, so close to me, I was startled, and shouted in my throat: Who?

No one answered me. Only the bamboo forest rustled by the wind.

I lay on the ground, raised my head and looked around, there was no one around, and the bamboo, as if alive, swayed back and forth in the wind.

I started sweating on my head, and I hurriedly got up from the ground and lifted my legs to leave. As soon as I took this step, I felt that something was wrong, as if a rope had tripped my foot, and I stumbled again. But I didn't fall.

I crouched down and touched my feet. It's the roots of bamboo, and the tangled roots don't hook my ankles.

I twisted my ankles back and forth in a hurry, trying to pull my foot out. Suddenly, my mind buzzed, and I remembered something. I muttered in horror: This bamboo forest, shouldn't it be a torture bamboo?

I remember reading in a book that there was a kind of torture in the primitive tribes of the south.

Cut open the prisoner's back door and tie him to a bamboo. This man will not die for a while, and the people of the tribe will give him food and drink as usual. After a few heavy rains, in the hot climate, the bamboo grows very fast, almost overnight, piercing the large and small intestines, passing through the heart, liver and lungs, and growing out of his mouth or throat.

The people of the tribe would not restrain him and let him sit in the bamboo forest. As the years go by, when the Central Plains people approach the forest many years later, they will find a lot of well-preserved dry bones, intertwined with thick bamboo, and the bamboo passes through his sternum, and there is no way to take it off.

And those bamboos have become human-like. When the night wind blows, there is a moaning sound similar to that of prisoners. Occasionally, when it is cut off, bright red blood will flow from inside.

This kind of bamboo is called torture bamboo.

However, the climate here is not so warm, and it is impossible for bamboo to grow more than a meter overnight. But this situation is too similar.

I struggled twice, and finally pulled my foot out of the bamboo forest. I was overjoyed, and I was about to run forward. When I raised my eyes, I suddenly saw a man standing motionless in front of me.

I shuddered and took a sharp step back. Leaning his back against the bamboo forest, he bent them down.

The man standing in front of me had his head bowed, and his white hair, which was more than a foot long, was scattered. It is not clear whether it is a man or a woman. After a while, I heard him say, "Little brother, why are you here?"

I'm resigned: I, I'm lost.

The man slowly raised his head and tucked his white hair back to his head. At this time, I finally saw his face clearly. It's actually a kind-looking old man.

The white-haired old man said with some disappointment: It turned out to be a passerby, I thought it was my descendants who came to look for me.

When I heard this, it was clear that the old man was no longer alive. Whether he wants to harm me or not, after all, people and ghosts have different paths, I said nervously: Since this is the case, I will not disturb the old man's recuperation, I will leave first.

The white-haired old man stopped me and asked, "Young man, are you a local?"

I scratched my head: Me? I guess it's a local.

The white-haired old man nodded and said: I can only come out once every twenty years, and it is really a great fate to be able to meet you this time. Excuse me, is there anyone else in the local Xue family?

My heart moved: Xue family? I secretly admired in my heart: it can't be such a coincidence, right?

The white-haired old man saw that I was silent, and said with some disappointment: The Xue family, are they all gone?

I shook my head: I know the 襤uànа pancreatic 2 and the emperor quietly sent the emperor to quietly open the karma

The white-haired old man looked happy: Are they military generals?

Now there was no longer any doubt, and I smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, fortunately, you met me." Even the Xue family itself didn't know what their ancestors did. That's right, they are after the generals. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, he was loyal to the small court of the Southern Ming Dynasty and resisted the Eight Banners.

The white-haired old man rubbed his hands: God is pitiful, God is pitiful, it turns out that I still have descendants.

I asked tentatively: Are you the General Xue?

The white-haired old man waved his hand and said with some embarrassment: I'm not a general, just a small leader.

I looked at him and couldn't help but say: Hey, General Xue, it seems a little inappropriate for me to talk about this now, but you did make your descendants miserable.

Then, I told you about the past few days.

After hearing this, the white-haired old man was silent. sighed and said: Do you think I am a murderer?

I muttered to myself: Who can see this?

The white-haired old man said: We fought hard with the Qing soldiers back then. In fact, there are winners and losers. At that time, if the imperial court had tried hard and worked hard, it might not have lost the country. Hey, it may also be that the number of great bright qi has been exhausted. At that time, we were stabbed in the back by a group of literati in the court. It didn't go well on the battlefield. At that time, some villagers with shaved hair secretly assisted the Qing soldiers. He even hid the Qing soldiers in the village, which made us suffer several big losses. In the end, the red-eyed officers and soldiers simply began to clear the village

I sighed and sighed, not knowing what to say.

The white-haired old man said: It is okay for you to build a martyr's shrine, but we have wronged others. Now that I think about it, those unarmed people are just begging for a way to live, and the Qing soldiers really want to coerce them. They didn't dare to say anything either.

I asked the white-haired old man: Why are you still in this bamboo forest after so many years, and you have not been reincarnated?

The white-haired old man smiled bitterly: I was calculated after death. I don't know who did it until I saw you. Now I guess that eighty percent of it was done when the Yin Ghost Woman was not dead. She was plundered to the south by the official army, and then fled to the deep mountains and old forests, and ran back all the way to beggars. She planted a few bamboos on top of my graveyard. This bamboo is probably the southern punishment bamboo.

I said suspiciously: I also had this idea just now. But doesn't the torture bamboo grow in a hot place?

The white-haired old man said: "The torture bamboo was originally used for the living. And the bamboo here is for me, a dead man, to be tortured. The bamboo here has taken root in me. Over the years, I have suffered from bamboo roots every year. And the bones are trapped by these bamboos, and they can't leave this place. Only every twenty years, when the bamboo forest is at its peak and declining, can I show up for one night. After dawn today, all the bamboo forests here will die. Then new seedlings begin to grow. And I, too, will lie down in the ground and continue to suffer for twenty years.

I heard the white-haired old man say this, and hurriedly said: "It's not good, Mr. Lu asked me to come here to take half a Tianhe." If the bamboo dies, how can I get it?