The traverser rolled his eyes in his heart, remained silent on the surface, and continued to nod frequently, adding fuel to the fire: "I haven't talked about my love for so many years!"

"But not!" Zhao Xiaoliu said happily, although his family is an "old household" in the village, he has been very unsatisfactory for many years, and he can't catch up with the new Wang family in terms of family property, he himself is a gangster who is disgusted by the villagers, and there are not many people who are willing to talk to him on weekdays, and now someone listens to it, even if it is Wang Zhaodi, a little girl, he can't help but feel a little strangely proud, looking at the little girl is a lot cuter than just now:" When my family mixed well, the New Year in the ancestral hall to worship the ancestors, the division of pork, never less of his Tian family's division, household meat diced meat, piece by piece cut clear, now my brother is a little late to repay the debt, just let go of the words to tie up my brother and throw it down the funeral ditch, this time also made such a desperate plan...... followed by a string of foul language, mostly greetings to the ancestors of the Tian family, the traverser did not care, but asked: "What is the funeral ditch?"

"The ditch behind the village!" Zhao Xiaoliu said in surprise: "Yes, you haven't been to ...... yet."

The traverser's face sank: "Let's go there!"

"There, you can't go there!" Zhao Xiaoliu blurted out without thinking much about it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Why can't you go?" Haven't you been?" the traverser asked, "Is there a beast, a poisonous snake, or a miasma?"

"Neither!" Zhao Xiaoliu said: "The babies that the people in the village don't want, the cattle and horses that died of plague, are all thrown inside, so you can't go!"

"Oh-" The traverser suddenly realized, it turned out that the place where the surviving brother often threatened to "throw Zhao Di down the ditch" was so close, "According to what you say, no one usually goes to this ditch?"

"Yes!"

"Then how did you get there? You threw children into it, too?"

"Where! My brother doesn't make a living like this!" Zhao Xiaoliu was a little angry: "The plague epidemic the year before last, more than a dozen cows died in the village, and my brother was entrusted by someone to throw a few heads into it, alas, those days were really good, carry it to the end of the village, throw it down, and you will have money-" He smacked his lips as he spoke, obviously beginning to miss the good days when money was easy to come by.

"Don't you have any money to throw a child?"

"Jokes! They were all thrown by my father and mother, even if I was called to go, I didn't go, and I was beaten one by one so that the flesh and blood were blurred, and the brains flowed out, and I had nightmares when I saw it. ”

Well, there are really worse things happening in this village than the dead getting up, in the calm mountain village that seems to be isolated from the world, the villagers are probably secretly sacrificing some evil gods, and even do not hesitate to kill their own children to carry out blood sacrifices, listening to what Zhao Xiaoliu said seems to be very normal, even to the point that he is a bystander who has nothing to do with himself, although he instinctively feels filthy and uncomfortable, but there is no meaning to stop it at all, the villagers are crazy about it, and it is no wonder that the lifeless abyss open-mouthed monsters here have come to gather, revealing the appearance of poverty and dilapidation in Jiming Village, from this frequent infant blood sacrifice, put it elsewherePerhaps, it is indeed the altar of some cult disguised as a village!

The strange thing is that Wang Zhaodi's memory fragments do not have this part of the memory, but it is not strange to think about it, whether it is Zhaodi or the Wang family, they do not have the right to enter the sacrificial place, Zhao Xiaoliu previously ridiculed the ancestors of the Tian family as "the broken household that can't touch the ancestral hall door", which is also broken, unlike the Wang family, which is a pure outsider, and it is understandable that the Wang family does not know...... No, the younger brother who also has no status in the Wang family often threatens Zhao Di to "throw you into the ditch if you don't study well", which shows that she is at least an insider about this matter, has she participated in the blood sacrifice activities of the villagers? Or is she just a bystander like Zhao Xiaoliu?

The traverser continued to ask quietly: "The funeral gate ditch is at the end of the village?

"It's not a thing. ”

"Where's the communication?"

I thought that Zhao Xiaoliu would think about it, but who knew that he answered quickly without thinking: "Where else does it lead?" From the back of the Baiyi Temple to the circle of the old tomb, the total is so long. ”

"Just that a little bit of length?" The traverser was a little surprised, but Zhao Xiaoliu said that behind the Baiyi Temple, it was exactly what he wanted, because whether it was the mourning ditch or the Baiyi Temple, they all belonged to the places where he had the opportunity to go to see, the "Baiyi Temple" and the "Old Tomb Circle" Wang Zhaodi had never been there, but these are all buildings that can be seen on the horizon, and the direction of the traverser is clear, from the Baiyi Temple to the Old Tomb Circle......

In the hearts of the traversers, an irregular semicircle was drawn for the "mourning ditch" behind the village, which happened to connect with the stream that passed around the village.

The entire Jiming Village, half of which is surrounded by a stream outside the village where living water flows, and half of which is blocked by the lifeless mourning ditch, is this geographical distribution intentional or unintentional?