Sometimes, people's fear does not necessarily have to be seen with their own eyes, and panic often comes from the gaze of others. For example, if you are walking on the road at night and suddenly find that the person around you has grown up and can't say a word, then you will immediately feel scared. Therefore, when I saw the expressions of the ninth sister and a group of sectarians, I immediately felt uneasy in my heart.

But what can I do? Stop and let them catch? At that time, I was most afraid of these platoons, and I had no doubt that they would really pull me to light the sky lantern in a hurry. Lighting the sky lantern is the most cruel lynching along the Yellow River from ancient times to the present, the victim is cut a cross flower on the scalp, and then stuffed with oil cotton inside, after stuffing, the top cotton is twisted into a finger-thick wick, and then the fire is lit, the flame of the sky lantern will definitely not be big, because it burns too fast, people also die quickly, the cotton soaked in oil will slowly burn under the scalp, and finally burn all the way down the scalp, the prisoner is often half of the brain case is scorched and not dead.

Thinking about this, my scalp tingled, and I threw all other thoughts aside, thinking to myself that I couldn't let them catch them anyway.

"You're not a little bold." The ninth sister crossed her waist and smiled not far away, and said, "I heard that you are a bit evil, it seems to be true, but I really want to see how hard your scalp is!" "

"Ninth sister, you can't wade into troubled waters with this baby, you go back to the boat first, and our brother stays to clean him up."

Seeing their actions and hearing their words again, my heart suddenly brightened, and the people who were teaching seemed to have a taboo against this village, and they didn't dare to follow up when they chased after the entrance of the village, and they hesitated. I don't know where their taboos come from, but as long as they don't dare to come in, I'm a little more steady.

Subconsciously, I looked up at the inside of the village, it was not yet midnight, and the depths of the village were lit with oil lights, but there was no shadow of people, and it was estimated that the villagers were nesting at home, ready to sleep. The people who lined up the sect didn't chase in, and I didn't need to make a fuss, so I turned around and looked at the nine sisters who were guarding the entrance of the village, and then turned around and walked towards the village, I thought about passing through the village, and then quietly leaving from the other direction.

"You're so damn bad!" When the ninth sister saw me walking inside without hesitation, she immediately stomped her feet and shouted, "Come back to me!" We're just asking you something, and we won't do anything to you! "

"The devil believes you." As I walked, I said, "The people who teach are not good birds. "

"Bastard!"

The ninth sister and some men were scolding outside, but I ignored them and walked through the row of low grass houses at the outermost part of the village. It's a pretty big village, at least much bigger than the little Panhe village where I live, but the whole village seems to be a shabby mess of weeds mixed with river mud and dried houses. After walking for a while, I still didn't see a single figure, and I felt slightly flustered. I just think that the courage of those people has always been not small, but why would they not dare to enter this village?

Thinking about it, I felt a cool breath rise from the soles of my feet, and it jumped into my heart, and I couldn't help but shiver. But now it's definitely impossible to go back the way I came, so I want to go faster and leave as soon as possible.

Then I walked through five or six rows of houses, and the platoon instructors who stayed at the entrance of the village slowly faded out of sight, I sighed, reached out and touched it, and my head was covered with sweat. Originally, I wanted to knock on the door of a house, ask what place this is, and then ask for directions, but I don't know why, row after row of low grass houses, as if carved out of a mold, I don't feel how at first, but the more I look at it, there is an invisible strange atmosphere, floating around. I dismissed the idea of asking for directions, and continued on at a trot almost all the way, and when I raised my foot to turn to another row of straw houses, I finally saw people.

A very old man, squatting by the door of the grass house, I guess this is also a person who has walked the boat all his life, his waist is rickety, his face is tanned, wrinkled, and the folds of his face almost block his eyes, I can't see his gaze. Next to the old man, there was a doll who was only five or six years old, and she was also squatting on the spot like the old man.

At this time, the weather was a little hot, and the old and the young were naked, as if they were enjoying the cool at the door of their homes. The old man looked at me, said nothing, and then lowered his head and fiddled with the two weeds under his feet. It was the five- or six-year-old doll, looking curious, looking up at me. The doll seemed to have not taken a bath for a long time, and it was dirty all over its body, holding a small figure carved out of wood in its hand.

"Uncle." I stood next to me and asked, "Is it okay to ask for something?" "

The old man didn't answer, as if he was deaf, and the doll also looked up stupidly, I don't know why, I let it look a little hairy, coughed, forced the panic in my heart, and wanted to walk past them.

Squeak

As I was about to take a step, the door of another hut was pushed open, and out of it came a woman with a pale face like a dead man, who did not look very old, at most twenty-three or fourteen years old, and who went out to crouch by the door, with a baby in her arms, who had not yet been weaned. While hugging, I patted gently, as if I was coaxing the child to sleep.

With the appearance of this woman, the doors of a row of grass houses were pushed open one after another, and the people who came out of the grass houses squatted to the door of their houses without exception. I felt more and more flustered, and tried to find someone to ask, but no one paid attention to me. It made me embarrassed and scared, staggering and backing a little, trying to get around the row of houses and the weird people.

"You're not from the village, what are you doing here?" The woman holding the baby finally spoke to me, her face was indifferent and expressionless, but when she held the child, I could see that she had pity for the child in her arms and loved her very much.

"I'm from Xiaopanhe Village, I went to relatives, and I got lost and came here" As soon as I saw someone talking, I immediately stopped and wanted to say a few words to the other party, but my eyes glanced and I accidentally saw the child in her arms. The child remained motionless, as if he were asleep, but I saw that half of the child's face was completely rotten, and its bones were exposed.

At that moment, I almost screamed in fright, kicked back two steps, tripped under my feet, and sat on the ground. For a moment, the people who were crouching by the door of the grass hut slowly turned their heads to look at me, and I could not say that there was any hostility in their eyes, but when they looked at me, I felt a lifeless aura envelop me.

Bell, bell, bell

Just when I was dying, a broken gong came from the west side of the village, and the sound of the gong was so harsh that it made people feel uncomfortable in their hearts. When the gong sounded, the people who were staring at me were immediately attracted to it, and one by one they stood up and walked towards the place where the gong sounded.

"This is not where you came from." The twenty-three-four-year-old woman held the child in her arms and said slowly, "Let's go quickly." "

I didn't care about answering, I turned around and left, and I crossed seven or eight rows of houses in one breath, there was a small alley where there was no one in it, and it was quiet and silent, and when I ran to the end of the alley, I saw a large open space, which was on the west side of the village, the size of two basketball courts, and it looked like it had been tidied up and was very flat.

The moonlight was not bright, but I could still see figures coming out of all corners of the village and converging into the clearing. The men, old and young, men and women, slowly lined up in several rows, and I counted them, and there were about seventy or eighty people.

An oil lamp suddenly lit up, and in the middle of the clearing, a wooden pole four or five meters long was erected, and the person with the oil lamp picked the lamp to the pole and hung it. Next to him was a dilapidated flatbed truck with piles of clothes piled on top of it.

The man hung up the lamp, then walked to the front row with a stack of clothes and dressed them one by one. Although there were old people in the crowd, they were not old enough to take care of themselves, but no one made a sound, and they all honestly let this person help them change into coarse cloth clothes.

In the dim moonlight, next to the old village, a group of people stretched out their hands like zombies, numbly changing into brand-new white coarse cloth coats. The scene was indescribably infiltrating, I didn't dare to look at it anymore, I felt that the village was full of ghosts, and it would be painful to stay for a minute longer, so I hid at the end of the alley, looking in all directions, trying to find a way out of here immediately.

Just as I was about to escape, the clouds above my head were blown away by a gust of wind, and the moonlight suddenly brightened, and the man who was changing clothes happened to turn around and get his clothes on the flatbed.

Is it Jinbao? Jinbao in the village? I rubbed my eyes vigorously to see better. My heart was clear, there was an accident in the village at that time, and the whole village was called by the empty boat to fill the river, and Jinbao also went, and I couldn't pull it hard. But how did he end up here after all this time?

I felt weird, but at the same time I couldn't help but be curious, I stood in place, and for a long time I could tell the difference, Jinbao and I were about the same age, usually very familiar in the village, friends from childhood to adulthood, I felt that I could not be mistaken, the person who was busy in the moonlight was Jinbao in the village.

But I didn't dare to go out and call him right away, the strange aura kept wafting around. I calmed down, lay on the ground and stared over there. Jinbao's movements were very quick, and it didn't take long for him to help those people change their clothes. Immediately after that, all the people who had changed their clothes slowly turned around and walked to the western section of the open space, where they waited.

Jinbao certainly didn't notice me, and walked over to me with a flatbed cart. It's an opportunity I don't want to miss, and even though I don't know why he's here or what he's doing, I'd love to ask. So I quietly got up, and when I was very close to Jinbao, I called out to him.

Jinbao was taken aback, and when he saw me, his eyes immediately straightened, and he threw away the flatbed truck and turned to run.