The second uncle's steps were very brisk, and he stepped onto the stone bridge after a while.

Although he led the way, I was still very afraid.

The fog above the stone bridge is deeper than when it comes out, and the air is damp and cold, and walking on it makes me feel weak.

Seeing that I was so scared, the second uncle stopped, grabbed my arm with his hand, pointed to the puddle of bruises left on the stone bridge, and asked how it came from?

I took a closer look and found that there was a large pool of blood in the place where Taigong had stood before, and there were many messy bloody footprints nearby.

It is very likely that this blood was left by the Taigong.

My eyes began to moisten again, and I crouched on the edge of the bridge and choked quietly.

If it weren't for me, Taigong wouldn't have ended up in this field.

"Woo ......"

As soon as I cried, more and more cries echoed under the stone bridge, at first I thought it was an echo, but gradually I didn't want to, because these cries were much more miserable than my choking, incomparably resentful, poignant, and eerie to make people's scalp tingle.

Not only did the cries echo in one place, I looked down at the river under the bridge and noticed more and more weepings, one after the other as the river flowed.

And there are a large number of white paper boats floating under the bridge, and there are many small people cut out of white paper on the paper boats, which seem to come to life, these paper figures are big and small, there are old people, village women and children......

I started to cramp on my face, and I jumped up in fright, trying to hide behind my second uncle.

The second uncle snorted coldly and said that the paper people hook the soul, it's just a little trick, don't worry about them.

With that, he took my hand and strode under the bridge.

While following the footsteps of my second uncle, I looked back at the paper man and the boat floating in the river, I don't know what happened, I always felt that they were all alive, and they all had empty and numb eyes, staring directly at the direction I left.

After crossing the river, those cries gradually disappeared, and I was weak, so I remembered to ask my second uncle,

"Those paper figures ......"

"It's an evil art used to dementor souls, and the people who set up the formation are not only eyeing you, but also the entire villagers of Zhoujiagou are also his targets."

The second uncle didn't look back, and explained coldly, "With those paper people, the villagers have no way to pass through the stone bridge, otherwise they will be hooked away by the corresponding paper people, and then they will become real dead people." ”

His tone was terrifying, and his voice made my face twitch with fright.

How can there be such a harmful evil art in the world, and what kind of person is this person hiding behind his back?

Under the leadership of my second uncle, I re-entered the village with him, and the village was very quiet, so quiet that there was only an eerie dead silence.

This is no longer the Zhoujiagou I am familiar with, the village was very lively in the past, especially the commissary at the entrance of the village, there will always be villagers playing cards in groups of three or five, and the three aunts and six aunts in the village also like to join in the fun, often get together, chatting about the gossip of Zhang's parents and Li Jia's short.

But now Zhoujiagou is completely shrouded in fog, and even the barking of dogs can't be heard.

I was puzzled and whispered, "Where have all the people in the village gone, should it have been ......?"

"Not really."

The second uncle interrupted me and glanced deeply in the direction of the village chief's house, "There are so many strange things happening in the village, as long as the villagers are not stupid, they will definitely be able to detect the seriousness of the matter, and it is estimated that they all ran to the village chief's house." ”

That's right, too.

I nodded blankly and continued to keep up with the second uncle's footsteps.

As we walked, we passed through the most concentrated part of the fog, and soon we were at my house again.

It's just that this home has long since become no longer like home.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I gasped in horror at the scene in front of me.

There were more coffins in the courtyard.

Five large scarlet blood coffins were placed side by side in the middle of the courtyard, with their heads facing inward, facing the location of my house.

In front of the coffin, there are four portraits neatly placed, from left to right, which are my grandmother, my father, my third uncle and third aunt......

Only the fifth coffin was empty, and there was no statue for the time being, so I walked up numbly and found that the fifth coffin was obviously smaller than the first four.

If I'm not mistaken, this last coffin should belong to me.

My heart was numb at the thought of this, and the palpitations that really hit me pressed against my lungs, making it impossible for me to breathe.

The second uncle stood coldly at the door, squinting his eyes, observing the five large blood coffins from left to right, his eyes were flickering, something was faintly beating, and his emotions were a little complicated.

It can be seen that the second uncle does not have deep feelings for the Zhou family, looking at the coffins of the family, his mood has not changed much, but he counted the number of coffins, gradually frowned again, and muttered,

"Why are there only five blood coffins, and one is missing, where did they go?"

The wind was so loud that I didn't hear it clearly, so I looked up blankly and said, "Second uncle, what are you talking about?" ”

He tightened his throat and said that the coffin seemed to be missing.

I was puzzled, from left to right, they were grandma, my father, and three uncles and three aunts, plus one me, obviously five people, just enough to match five coffins, how could there be one less?

The second uncle looked at me deeply, "And your mother's coffin, don't forget, she is also a member of the Zhou family." ”

I was depressed, "My mother died three years ago, and her coffin should be in the back mountain." ”

The second uncle didn't say anything, just shook his head, and suddenly gently pushed my shoulder, "Go, take me to see your mother's coffin!" ”

I didn't quite understand what the second uncle meant, so I turned my head to look at his serious face like a stone sculpture, and didn't dare to continue asking, so I had to nod and lead him to the back mountain.

The fog in the back mountain is also very thick, I still remember the last time I accompanied my grandfather here, my heart has been beating very hard, for fear that those dense fogs have not yet dissipated, and some terrible things will suddenly pop out.

However, when I took my second uncle and came to my mother's grave again, I was completely stunned by everything in front of me.

My mother's grave was empty, not only was the tombstone gone, but even the coffin that should have been buried underneath was gone, leaving only an empty dirt pit.

"Who did this!"

The fire in my heart rose up at once, and I rushed up desperately, my eyes were confused, and I knelt directly in front of the empty grave, and put my hands in the soft earth, and my lips were bitten out of blood.

What kind of sin did my mother create, her family treated her like this before her death, and she couldn't even live in peace after death, and she had to be dug up and dug up!

I really hate, I hate myself for being useless, I can't even keep my mother's coffin, so that she can't rest after she dies.

The second uncle also quickly walked up, frowned and swept over the grave, and said in a deep voice,

"Your mother's coffin should have just been dug up, and there are still many traces of drag on the grave soil, Zhou Xuan, think about it, who should be the person most likely to dig up your mother's coffin?"

My mind went blank and I couldn't think anymore.

It stands to reason that my grandmother is the one who hates my mother the most in the family, but my grandmother is dead, including my father, three uncles and three aunts, they have all died violently one after another.

My mother didn't have a grudge against anyone in the village before she died, who would be so ruthless that she had to dig up her coffin?

The second uncle rubbed his chin and said, "Actually, the person who poached your mother's coffin may not have bad intentions, but may have tried to protect your mother's body." ”

How so?

I looked up at the second uncle, who opened his mouth and was about to answer me, but his face suddenly changed, pointing to a figure at the end of the village, and said in a low voice,

"There's someone nearby, who's it!"