I really lived here, I have been in and out of the wings on both sides of the inner courtyard, Su Mosen lives in the east wing, Uncle Chen lives in the west wing, there is a gap in the center of the threshold of his room, when I was a child, I used to squat there to see how the ants bypass the gap and not fall, and I chatted with the ants like a fool, asking them where they lived, whether they had eaten, what they ate and other stupid questions, I was really small at that time, a little girl who didn't understand anything.

I thought about it and walked over and gently pushed open the door of the west wing, there was no one in the room, and the tables and stools were thick with dust. I crouched down to look closely at the gap in the threshold, but unfortunately there would be no ants. I reached out and touched the gap, and suddenly I saw that my hands were small, white and chubby, and the four deep finger sockets looked very cute. I was hallucinating and going back in time when I was a child, and I never remember how fat I was when I was a kid.

A gust of wind blew in the courtyard, and the branches of the trees rattled, and I looked back to see that the flowers on the begonia tree were gone, and only the dry branches remained. This tree has probably died since the Chen family had an accident and moved out here, dead but not stiff, there is always a kind of resentment in it.

The lonely old black well stayed quietly under the tree, like one eye of a demon, I looked at it blankly, and I saw that a pale hand suddenly stretched out from inside, grabbed the well platform hard, and stretched out a second hand, and then, the head was exposed, the long hair was draped, the facial features were hideous, and I was staring at me with a pair of eyes without the whites of the eyes, and I still recognized her as Chen Jinziyu.

I shuddered and told myself again that it was an illusion, an illusion, an illusion.

But I also understood, like the well in Chenjiawu, this well is also an entrance and exit, leading directly to the underground tombs over there, no wonder the location of this house is so illogical, the back is a high mountain, the south is a cliff, there is no normal human road to walk through.

They walked through this underground passage, which was difficult but hidden, connecting with it and maintaining its own existence, even if anyone accidentally broke into the house, they could not find it.

Suddenly there was a squeak of the door, the door of the east wing opened, and Su Mosen came out of it, walking through the inner courtyard without squinting like a ghost, and I seemed to see him holding a knife in his hand, as if he was going to kill someone.

I wanted to catch up and see what he was going to do, but I didn't pay attention, I tripped over the weeds and fell to the ground, and then I reached out with a pair of thin and thin hands to help me up, and when I turned my head, it was a dried corpse, with gray skin, red eyes, and golden tears, and a slight smile on the corner of my mouth, which was terrifying. I stood firm and stepped back, stepped on something soft and fluffed, stumbled again, fell back to the ground, touched the sticky hot liquid in my hands, looked down, and saw that it was a dying man who tripped me, bleeding from his seven orifices, foaming at the mouth, and the ground next to him was full of blood, and the dried corpse that had helped me up just now was still standing there with his neck crooked and smiling at me, as if watching a good show. I jumped to my feet, carefully watching the ground so as not to trip again, and groped my way to the door where Sumersen had disappeared.

When he dodged over just now, he really had a knife in his hand, and I was afraid that he would be unfavorable to anyone, so I wanted to rush over to stop him.

When I was still three or four meters away, I suddenly saw a person standing in the doorway, judging from her height and size, she was a small girl.

The girl in the dress lifted her leg and stepped out of the threshold, out of the shadow of the doorway and out into the watery moonlight. The little girl, who looked like she was ten years old, with tears of sorrow flowing from her dark and bright eyes, looked at me so desolately. I knew that she was Su Mosen's own granddaughter, the little friend I had been playing with before the massacre, and the body that had been eaten by the nine-toothed beast in the bathtub in the bunker in the north ditch.

She looked at me and cried, her eyes bloody.

My heart melted away from the girl's crying, and I felt a great sense of guilt, as if I had caused her death.

I slowly stepped back, shook my head and muttered, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't give you my body, I really can't give you my body, I still have my brother, and my mother, I've lived for so many years, I haven't been able to live a good day with them, I have to go back and reunite with them, I really can't give you my body, you let me go, okay, please let me go.

She stood on the bluestone steps and looked at me, shook her head heavily, sighed, and like a little adult, said nothing, and slowly retreated into the shadows. I remember that on the day of the massacre she escaped from the Temple of Eternal Life with us, and later heard that like many others, she fell from a waterfall and hit her head on a stone and died. I remember those days when he howled like a mad beast, and wherever he went, he carried the girl's body with him, his most beloved granddaughter. These are real memories, not hallucinations, and the hand mushroom is working, slowly awakening my memory.

For so many years, Su Mosen has been counting the death of his granddaughter on my head, believing that if he had not been negligent to protect me, the child would not have died. He treated me harshly and cruelly, all because of hatred.

He thinks I'm the damn one.

He felt like I owed him my life.

But it's not my fault!

It's obviously his own fault, but he doesn't admit it, and he has to push it on me to be willing.

I stood for a few minutes looking at the doorway where there was no human figure for a long time, thinking that I couldn't stop in such a daze, so I raised my legs and walked forward, crossed the threshold, and walked into the long corridor that could be walked in three directions.

When Su Mosen was alive, he yelled at me not to do this, not to do that, and now that he is dead, I want to see what is hidden in the room where he did not let me near more than seventy years ago.

The place was too quiet, unrealistically quiet, no matter how light the footsteps were, there was a loud noise, the tuk tuk seemed to have made a special sound effect, and on both sides of the corridor were old carved doors and windows, and the paper on which the windows were pasted was tattered, like the eyes of a ghost.

At the end of the door, which had never been allowed to enter, there was a dusty lock on the door, and I reached out and touched it, but the lock was so enticing that it would fall off with a little force. I made my mind, took a deep breath, and then was about to break the lock, when I suddenly heard a quarrel inside, one was Su Mosen, and the other was Uncle Chen's father.

That is, the old lady of the Chen family, the father-in-law of Chen Jin Ziyu, and the largest landlord in Chenjiawu Village more than 70 years ago, Chen Zuo.

Before today, I didn't have the slightest idea of this character, he was just a name that was so far away that it was untrue in Chen Jiawu's information, but now, I really remember his voice, and even remembered his appearance.

I put my ear to the door to listen, and found that they were arguing about me, and I didn't hear what I said clearly, so I heard Chen Zuo suddenly say to Su Mosen with a fierce attitude: "If you dare to use Xiaotian's body to resurrect your granddaughter, I can screw off your head, believe it or not!" ”

Su Mosen suddenly closed his mouth.

I listened to the strange silence through the door, I knew too well the tranquility of the moment before the storm came, I clenched my fist and tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Su Mosen slammed out the dagger he had held in his hand and hidden in his sleeve at lightning speed, and slammed it diagonally into Chen Zuo's neck.

Even though I was through a door, I felt as if I had seen everything with my own eyes.

I think when I was young, I should have really seen it, but that terrible memory was sealed by Yao Kechen.

The gas of the magic hand fungus is slowly returning those long-term memories to me in the form of hallucinations, these human tragedies that cannot be forgotten.

I heard the stunned and angry in Chen Zuo's heart in the last moments of his life, and I heard the sound of blood gushing out of his wounds like the wind.

I heard him curse Su Mosen with the last strength of his life: You will have retribution.

Then he fell to the ground with a dull thud.

I didn't have time to take it off, so I slammed the door with my body, smashing the two carved doors straight in, making a sound that alarmed the souls of the dead.

But there was no Su Mosen in it, and there was no Chen Zuo.

Everything was presented as a hallucination, and I was buried in the depths of my consciousness with real memories.

But this room is real.

This huge room, except for the pillars, is all coffins, at least 300 coffins, just like in the old ancestral hall of the Chen family described in Li Xu's notes, each coffin is elevated with two benches, neatly arranged inside, only a few are well preserved, most of the rest are dilapidated, some of the damp rotten bottom plates fell off the ground, and a few or even the whole one in the corner was scattered, and the dried corpses inside were piled up on the ground very badly mixed with wooden planks.

I walked quietly inside, counting one by one, and when I counted to two hundred and twenty-two, I suddenly heard the sound of thumping from a coffin behind me, the sound of nails running through the wood, and the sound of the coffin lid being pushed up.

I stopped, silently turned my head to look for the source of the sound, and suddenly there was a bang, and the lid of a coffin about ten paces away from me was lifted from the inside, first a little, and then with a few more force, the coffin lid was completely lifted to the ground, and a cloud of dust was smashed, and I saw two dry black hands waving wildly.

At this time, a similar sound came from the right corner, and the dried corpse in the coffin in front of him was also moving, and the bones were rattling, and they began to fumble to push the cover.

I hurriedly stepped back, leaning against the wall in the direction of the door, my steps getting faster and faster.