In the summer of 1920, on the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, it was commonly known as the Ghost Festival!

It is rumored that on this day, the ghost gate of the underworld was opened, and the Emperor of Hades ordered that all ghosts could return to the world on this day to visit their relatives.

And I was born on this day.

My surname is Yin, everyone in the village named me Yin Hua, the warlock of the You Fang said that on the day I was born, my mother died in childbirth, and my father fell to death on the mountain.

Not only did the people in the village not dislike me, but the blind mother-in-law Ma also raised me, and since then I have eaten hundreds of meals, and the village chief's grandfather has asked me to be a village guard when I grow up.

I don't know what to do as a village watcher, but I know that if I have received the kindness of every family, I must repay it.

In a blink of an eye, 78 years have passed, and on July 15, 1998, I was the only one left in Chenguang Village.

I stood at the entrance of the village, and in front of me was the only way out of the village, and as long as I walked along this road today, I would be able to get out of this village and no longer have to be told.

However, the call of my childhood sweetheart Xiaomei has been echoing in my ears, pulling me back.

"Brother Hua~ Brother Hua, come back soon~ Today is Halloween, and my mother-in-law won't let us go out."

I closed my eyes, covered my ears, and struggled to step out of my right foot, as a gust of wind hit behind me, making my limbs tremble.

"Brother Hua, what are you doing? Why do you keep avoiding me? ”

"Shut up!"

"Hua boy, you can take this plate of eggs back and eat it, you are alone, it is not easy, you must ask us for help if you have something."

"Say no more!"

"Xiaohua, you take care of the cattle and sheep in the village, everyone is much more relieved."

"I don't want to hear it!"

"Brother Hua! The village chief's grandfather said that the devil is calling! They ......"

"Damn, the ghost doesn't go away!"

I have heard these words countless times in the past 60 years, and they have been haunting me like nightmares.

Sixty years ago, I was eighteen years old.

The devils crossed several mountains in the Great Khing'an Mountains, entered our village, and killed many people.

Granny Ma, who adopted me to grow up, was angry, opened the altar, invited the fox fairy, and threatened to kill all the devils!

The fox fairy borrowed the mouth of Granny Ma and said that she would not come in vain.

It put forward conditions to us, we must exchange the lives of the whole village for the lives of the devils, and exchange the blood sacrifice for the mana of the fox fairy.

The people of the Northeast hated the devil to the bone, and no one flinched, and the whole village kowtowed to Granny Ma who was possessed by the fox fairy!

So, the fox fairy summoned the fox and fox grandson in the mountain, skinned and blooded the men, women and children of the whole village, and the remaining meat was made into a dried corpse, and hung on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village to dry, saying that it was kept for food.

Even the devils who were not human were frightened stupidly, and naturally none of them escaped, and the devil's troops were all wiped out, and the dried blood was stored in a pool of blood in the cellar.

It turned out that the devils didn't come in for no reason, and I don't know where they learned that there was a treasure born in the village, which was a flower that could make people live forever, and they came for this.

The flower grew in the cellar and was nourished by the pool of blood, and the blood sacrifice that the fox fairy spoke of was also to water it.

The fox fairy took a fancy to my lonely life, and I was the only one in the village who was spared by it, and it ordered me to take care of the flower until it matured and was born.

I thought that all this was a conspiracy of the fox fairy, that is, it deliberately attracted devils and tricked the people of our village into being willing to die to fulfill its immortality.

In retaliation for it, I plucked the immature flower and swallowed it.

Since then, I've always looked like I'm eighteen.

I was also trapped in this lonely village by these foxes, and I could never get out again.

Sixty years later, it is also Halloween, and a few uninvited guests came to Chenguang Village.

First of all, a group of tomb robbers broke in in the middle of the night, and I don't know where they heard that there were rumored flowers growing here, and they wanted to dig them up for money, but they were bitten to death by hundreds of foxes.

During the day, a few monks and Taoists came outside the village, but they were much smarter than the tomb robbers, and they set up tents outside the village, and they escaped death without entering the village.

In the evening, a small car drove in from outside, and four people got out of the car.

An old man in a tunic appeared in front of me, followed by a driver and bodyguards, and a girl who looked like a flower in the other hand.

The girl was wearing a floral dress, and she was as beautiful as Xiaomei, but she had a little more squeamishness like a city girl, her skin was as white as snow, and there was a faint fragrance of jasmine on her body.

The old man's surname is Yang, and he claims to be a descendant of the Yang family in Chenguang Village, called Yang Shoude, and the beautiful girl he brought is his granddaughter, Yang Caijie.

He said that the older generation of the Yang family was from Chenguang Village, and when there was a war, the little devils came over, and their family fled to the south.

Later, Daxia Xinli, and caught up with the boom of the sea, the Yang family made a fortune in business in the south, and now they want to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors, so they have today's trip.

When Yang Shoude talked about these household routines, he had a smile on his face, he was worthy of being an old fox who had been in the mall for a long time, and his face did not change when he told lies, and he couldn't see any flaws.

If I hadn't lived here alone for decades, I would have been fooled by him.

There was no one surnamed Yang in Chenguang Village, and no one escaped alive back then.

These groups of people are all here for the flowers on the other side.