The driver braked sharply and looked out the window with a frightened face.

"You old man, you can't talk nonsense. That was a long time ago, and I know that grave, and I helped pull the paper figures at that time. ”

Fortunately, it has reached the asphalt road, otherwise the sudden braking just now will definitely cause a car accident.

Even so, it made me hit the back of the chair in front of me, and I was dizzy.

Huang Ye is no better than me, and he has a bag on his head.

But his eyes were firmly fixed on the paper figure outside.

Following his gaze, I finally knew what he was looking at. The paper figure outside looks like the one we saw on stage last night. Even the hole in my face looks like I punched it yesterday.

But the driver said that the paper figure had been here for a long time.

Along the way, I couldn't figure it out.

When I arrived in the town, I bought vegetables according to the list given by the village chief. Although he has to do things for nothing, after all, Lao Wang is a five-guarantee household, and he doesn't even have any relatives, so he doesn't buy much.

After buying vegetables, Huang Ye asked me to get in the car first, and then I went to buy some white paper.

"What are you buying these for?" I asked Huang Ye with some curiosity.

"I can give you a life." Huang Ye's words shocked me, and I instantly recalled the pain of being burned by the sun before.

On the way back, my eyes were fixed on the side of the road, wanting to see the paper figure again.

Just like when I came, when I saw that paper figure, it still made my heart flutter.

We still parked in the same location as last time, but this time, there were already a lot of people from the village waiting to meet us at that place. Although there are not many things to buy, the two of them can't finish it at all, and the village chief is thoughtful.

It's just that when he saw that those people were all wearing big black umbrellas, the driver was also startled.

He turned his face to look at me with a look of horror on his face, and instantly seemed to understand something.

I wanted to explain, but the black umbrella in my hand was not convincing.

After he helped unload the things from the car without saying a word, the car pulled a long piece of dust, sped all the way, and disappeared into the road. Never said anything more about coming to pick us up.

When the villagers saw my black umbrella, their faces were filled with joy.

I can feel that they are kind to me and Huang Ye in an instant.

There were even villagers who enthusiastically snatched the luggage from my hands and Huang Ye and carried them on their backs.

I took a few steps slower and pulled Huang Ye to stagger the distance between me and the villager in front of me, he knew what I wanted to ask.

"You're worse than them." Huang Ye replied directly.

"They've also fallen under the curse of death?"

"Yes, the whole village is. But as long as they don't leave the village, they can live for a long time. You can live for a few months at most when you go to their village, and it only takes a few days to leave the village. "Huang Ye's words are so direct.

However, he said that he had found a way to keep me going, so I had to trust him for the time being.

When they arrived at the boundary marker, all the villagers closed their big black umbrellas at the same time.

This neat and uniform movement is pleasing to the eye, as if it was carefully rehearsed.

I thought to myself, according to the gossip of the driver before, if I knew that there was this scene behind, even Shamen Village, which made him frightened, probably have to follow, and even the kind with excitement on his face.

As soon as I entered the village, I felt that the atmosphere was not normal.

The whole village was very noisy, and the sound of crying could be faintly heard.

Under the big soaphorn tree, the old man was still smoking a cigarette pouch.

It's just that the ravine's face is full of helplessness. Watching us come back, he also stopped talking a few times, and finally took a few puffs of cigarette pouches, and all the words turned into coughs.

When I came back, I found out that the woman had died.

The rule in the village is that if a woman does not have children, she cannot enter the ancestral grave. It's just to dig a grave well in the mountains behind the village, buy a thin coffin and sell it directly.

The village chief had already sent someone to the back mountain, and the woman's body had been put into the coffin.

"You two are guests from afar, don't get involved in this matter. I'll take you to Lao Wang's house, and tomorrow morning, it's still going to be as usual. The village chief couldn't help but say, so he dragged me and Huang Ye towards Lao Wang's house.

"Uncle Village Chief, why didn't people save them?" I asked curiously.

Didn't they carry the woman out before, and it seems that the woman is not too serious, why did she die?

"All are fate, all are evildoers." There was no expression on the village chief's face, but he looked sad.

I told me about my profession, as long as they gave me a picture, I could make that woman walk beautifully.

The village chief said, they are all hard-working people, who is not covered with loess when they die, what do they want to look so good?

Huang Ye didn't have any dissatisfaction with driving us here, and it was even just right for him.

Pushing open the door and putting away Lao Wang's ashes, he began to make paper figures.

"How can this thing continue to live?" I sat in front of Huang Ye and watched it for a long time, and asked curiously.

Huang Ye's movements didn't stop, and he didn't even look up at me.

I saw that he ignored me for a long time, just busy with the things at hand. I gradually felt bored, and began to look around Wang's house.

The last time I came was in the middle of the night, and only the village chief's lantern lit up a little.

Looking at it now, it is not too much to use the idiom of four walls to describe Lao Wang's home. The walls are made of stone on all sides, and this alone shows that the house is old. In the past ten years, even if you go deep into the countryside, you may not be able to find a stonemason, and this craft is basically about to be lost.

There were newspapers on the walls of the back room, and I don't know what age it was, but all of them were yellowed.

As soon as I touched my hand, a large piece fell off, and I was so frightened that I didn't dare to touch it again.

"Xiao Cheng, come here." Just now, Huang Ye shouted at me in the hall.

When I walked out, I saw that Huang Yezha's paper figure had been formed, and the craftsmanship was simply nothing, at least it was much better than the two paper figures we saw before.

"Break your index finger and drop blood from your eyes."

Before I could react, my left hand was grabbed by Huang Ye, and I don't know where to take out the knife, and gently pulled it on my index finger, and blood suddenly came out.

He grabbed my bloody index finger and pointed it directly at both of the paper figure's eyes.

After the paper figure is painted, there is an indescribable strangeness.

The white eyes and red pupils, coupled with that miserable white face, can scare people to death when they are placed outside in the middle of the night.

What's more, I felt like the paper figure was staring at me motionlessly after the bloody eyes were clicked.

"Almost, it should work. Then you have to think that you will not die for two days. Huang Ye said to me while admiring his masterpiece.