Pick us up and take us back to the village?

I immediately frowned: "Village Chief, you fought hard to prevent our mother and daughter from entering the village, and now you come to pick us up, what do you mean?" ”

Wang Yunian took a puff of his cigarette fiercely, and said with a dark look in his eyes: "Your grandfather's coffin has already entered the village, and it will be useless to stop you again." ”

I exclaimed, "The river runs from north to south, and Dushui Village is on the west side of the bank, how could the coffin be washed into the village?" ”

Wang Yunian hesitated and said: "Don't ask, in short, if you want to send your grandfather to the end, come back to the village with us now." ”

I hesitated, took out my mobile phone and called Miao Yi to ask about the situation.

Miao Yi only said that Wang Yunian didn't lie, but we have to go back to the village to see the specific matters.

My mother tugged at my cuffs and nodded: "Go back, Huanhuan, you must go back." ”

On a bumpy rainy night, the van sped all the way to Dushui Village.

It was already the middle of the night, but the village chief's house was brightly lit, and Miao Yi was waiting for us at the gate of the courtyard.

After getting out of the car and entering through the courtyard gate, I saw that a group of villagers were all guarding the courtyard of the village chief's house, and when they saw us coming in, they automatically divided into two rows and made way for a bluestone road in the middle.

At the end of the bluestone pavement, facing the gate of the hall, in the hall, there is a pitch-black coffin!

What's even more incredible is that there are three children of average age kneeling next to the coffin, drenched, with blue faces and dull eyes.

I couldn't help but ask, "Miao Yi, what's wrong with those children?" ”

As soon as the words fell, an exclamation suddenly came from behind him: "Hanhan, my family Hanhan is also back." ”

When I turned to look, I saw a little girl of seven or eight years old, drenched and barefoot, walking in from the gate of the courtyard, with a blue face, dull eyes, and a lost soul.

The villagers didn't dare to come out, and their eyes followed Hanhan until she knelt next to the coffin next to the other three children.

Miao Yi said: "Starting from Pingping, every two hours, a child in the village will go missing, and they can't find it in the whole village, and then they will come back drenched, as if they have lost their souls, and automatically kneel on the edge of the coffin." ”

"What about this coffin?" I was puzzled, "Even if it was washed into Dushui Village by the flood, it should be carried back to my old house, how did it come to the village chief's house?" ”

Miao Yi shook his head, his face solemn: "The coffin was not brought in. ”

It turned out that after we left, the villagers searched along the river for a long time but did not find the coffin, nor did they find Pingping, so they were exhausted and went home to repair it, only to find that the coffin itself appeared in the village chief's house.

Pingping knelt beside the coffin, no matter how the family screamed, she couldn't respond, and she couldn't pull it even if she reached out.

Therefore, the village chief was desperate, so he reluctantly went to pick up our mother and daughter, hoping that we could take away the coffin of our grandfather and put an end to this disaster.

"Huanhuan," my mother suddenly said, "I'll go back to the old house now and clean up, and you can find a few heavy lifters and carry your grandfather's coffin home." ”

My mother left in a hurry, not letting her beak go.

Miao Yi and I glanced at each other and followed.

The vertical coffin appeared in the village chief's house by itself, and there must be a reason for it, in this case, how can the vertical coffin be lifted by a few people who want to lift it?

What's more, what about those children?

"Ahh

As soon as we chased after the door, we heard my mother screaming hysterically, and she knelt down to the big locust tree outside the door with her head in her hands, trembling all over.

I rushed up and put my arm around her shoulders and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Bride! Wang Dazhu's new bride! My mother pointed to the big locust tree with a frightened face and shouted, "Twenty-one years later, why is she still hanging here?" She was still smiling at me! ”