Secretary Jiang once mentioned the strange incident of the disappearance of Mad Dog Village, and he said that it was because the people in the village caught the zombies in the lake, and if they were not handled properly, they would eventually set themselves on fire. However, judging from the description of the white-eyed Weng, the people in the Mad Dog Village are full of affection for Fuxian Lake, and most of them are in awe of the fact that the tomb of the King of Dian is buried under the lake. Even worshipping the ancient Dian king as their lake god, the saying that he was punished by heaven is really unconvincing.

At this moment, when I heard that we were at the bottom of the lake, and this was actually Mad Dog Village, I felt a pang in my heart: Could it be that there was a major geological disaster thirty years ago, so the entire Mad Dog Village sank to the bottom of the lake? But if this is the case, why is this ancestral hall kept dry, and there is still air inside the ancestral hall for us to breathe?

White-eyed Weng took a deep breath, he walked to the coffin, stretched out his dry fingers, and stroked it gently: "It seems that it is not possible to tell you the whole story." ”

The three of us were tricked by him as monkeys, so we naturally refused to give up. I see that he still has leisure on the side, pretending to be lyrical, and he can't wait to slap this old man to death with a brick.

"I'm begging you, you can say it quickly! I'm about to get sick for you all the way. ”

"You young people, you don't have any patience. Didn't I say it, this matter is not urgent, you have to take your time, little by little. ”

"What the fuck are you going to say? Not to mention how many brothers can go. Alone in front of the coffin board to reminisce! ”

"Okay, okay, I say, I say. Hey, I said that in order to save people that day, I lost Dinghaizhu. This is a big sin, and if you don't get it right, you will lose your head. ”

The fat man asked him: "What age is it, and you still use lynching in your village?" ”

"What's that, let alone thirty years ago, even today, the abuse of lynching is not a few."

"That's just as well. And then, don't you live well? ”

That's an afterword. Let's start with the day we returned to Mad Dog Village. When I lost the beads, I asked the villagers who were with me to tie me up and give it to the village chief for disposal. On the way back, I was in a state of confusion, unable to figure out what had gone wrong, and worrying about the three missing people, and not even thinking about the punishment I would receive when I returned to the village. As you know, we can only take a boat back to Mad Dog Village from a small isolated island, and because the boatmen of the ferry boat have disappeared together, we are on the fishing boat brought by the village. Although it is a fishing boat, it is not small. We were a group of four civil defense members and two giant dogs in addition to me. Because of the loss of Dinghaizhu, everyone had a tense face along the way, and they didn't dare to say much. As the boat reached the middle of the lake, the two dogs rushed to the bow of the boat almost simultaneously and began to bark incessantly. At first, we just thought that there were big fish and shrimp in the water, which attracted the attention of the giant dogs, but without thinking about the blink of an eye, one of the dogs actually let out a scream, and fell into the water in a moment, and the remaining dog also whimpered, picked up his tail and got into the boat. You know, the dogs in our village have always been known for their fierceness and viciousness, and it has never been a case of being scared like this. I suddenly felt that something was wrong, that something terrible might be in the water. There was a bold man in the Civil Guard who picked up the fishing fork from the boat and carried an earthen gun on his back to check on the situation. I shouted to stop him, but was scolded by several other people. They tied me to the cabin, and I could only see the man's back, and he first poked his fishing fork into the water, probed it a few times, and then stuck his head out to look. Several others followed him, some out of the cabin, some hiding behind the door and watching. Another giant dog lay beside me, covering his nose with his paws, and kept fighting. I was so nervous that I didn't know what was wrong with the lake.

Suddenly, the man lying on the bow of the boat suddenly trembled, and screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and then before anyone could react, he plunged headlong into the lake. At this moment, everyone panicked, and a few of them were so frightened that they threw down their weapons and knelt down with a thud, shouting in their mouths that the lake god was angry. But then the man who fell into the water let out a terrible scream, and I saw him flutter a few times, and soon a large field of blood rolled on the water. Those civil defense members didn't have time to care about the lives of their comrades, and they all cried and mourned as if they had seen Hades. Seeing that the situation was urgent, and that the lives of the villagers were threatened, I did not care about it, and struggled to get rid of the ropes, picked up the shotgun on the ground, and pulled up the fishing nets that had been resting in the cabin and rushed to the deck. As soon as I went out, the hull of the boat shook violently, and the otherwise calm water of the lake seemed to boil, and it kept tumbling, and the huge waves almost obscured the sky. ”

When I heard the white-eyed Weng's description, I immediately remembered the strange scene we encountered in Fuxian Lake last night. The white-eyed man looked quite proud when he said this, thinking that he must have been very brave at that time. Sure enough, he went on to talk about the whole process of the incident. Fuxian Lake is not an ordinary small lake, this wind and waves are comparable to the river and the sea, and an ordinary fishing boat is trapped in a sudden storm and almost only dies. Most of those civil defense members are residents of the island, and they have never been out of the big island in their lives, and they just fish and dry their nets on weekdays, and such a big storm is almost unprecedented. The white-eyed man was proud of his courage, and he felt that it was better to fight than to be buried at the bottom of the lake inexplicably, so he rushed to the bow of the boat with his weapon to see what monsters appeared in Fuxian Lake. In the midst of the storm, I saw seven or eight things like human hands constantly pushing the fishing boat in the water. The white-eyed man was horrified in his heart, and he couldn't take care of so much at the moment of life and death. He sank his legs and tried to stabilize his body, casting the net into the water, and then shooting at the white hands in the water. In fact, he also knew in his heart that the wind and waves were high, and the power of the bullet after it was hit in the water was greatly reduced, and there was almost no lethality, but at that time, if he didn't do something, he would almost go crazy. The bullets were quickly exhausted, and a large amount of blood slowly poured out of the water, and at first the white-eyed man was quite happy, thinking that he had hit one, but unexpectedly a wave came up and rolled a black piece of black and black stuff onto the bow of the boat. Everyone looked at it, I was actually half a human stump, the half of the body was gnawed to the skin, half of the bones were exposed, some of the residual flesh hung on the side of the bones, the wounds were dense and broken, and it looked like it had been eaten by many sharp teeth at the same time. A buddy lay on the side of the white-eyed man and vomited directly. White-eyed Weng stepped forward to check the corpse, and found that it was the civil defense member who had fallen earlier, and there were still a few obvious bullet marks on the corpse.

"The god of the lake is angry, and we are all going to die, all of us." The buddy who had just vomited was pale, and there was foam at the corner of his mouth. Seeing that he was no longer conscious, the white-eyed man didn't want to say anything, so he walked straight up to him and struck a shot on the skull, knocking the person unconscious.

"Fuck the lake god, I've been a witch for so long, and I haven't seen his grandfather's egg! Now it's the water monkeys making trouble, and everyone who wants to stay alive will cheer me up! Stabilize the boat, get on the fishing fork, and feed these beasts! ”

When the dragons were leaderless, the white-eyed man uttered cruel words, bringing the courage to live to the villagers on the verge of despair, and everyone picked up the steel forks and iron halberds scattered on the fishing boats to prepare to fight the evil beasts in the lake. White-eyed Weng roughly estimated that there were only seven or eight white monkeys on the water, and it stands to reason that they should not be able to shake the fishing boat, let alone roll up such wind and waves, unless there are still a large number of such creatures hidden under the water. But Fuxian Lake has always been rich in fish, shrimp and crabs, if such a fierce water monkey really lived here for a long time, then the aquatic products should have been eaten by them a long time ago, how could they stay until today, suddenly attack the fishing boat?