"Tell me everything. The ghost cried.

The man shook his head weakly and smiled sadly: "We, ghosts are confused." ”

It all started when the Taoist priest came to this village.

The villagers of Huangshi Village are not classified as Montenegrin villagers. Montenegrin villagers are farmers when they are busy and thieves when they are free. And they are honest people, honest people, and honest people are destined to be bullied.

As before, the villagers of Huangshi Village were bullied by people from another village, and they took half of Huangshi Village's food.

On this night, Huangshi Village was quiet and the atmosphere was heavy.

In the early morning, a Taoist priest came in the mist. His face is like a crown of jade, his figure is slender, he is holding a dust, and he is wearing a cyan robe, which looks like a fairy wind and bones.

The Taoist priest, who called himself a Taoist from Yu'an, said that he wanted to plant a tree in this village to ensure that the wind and rain in the village were smooth.

The people in the village didn't believe it, but that night, the Yu'an Dao people performed the five ghost porters and brought back the grain they had been robbed, and the villagers were ecstatic, and soon trusted this Yu'an Dao man, and called him the immortal chief.

On the second day, the people from the next village came to look for trouble, and the people of Yu'an Dao were so powerful that they were all driven away by him.

In this way, Yu'an Daoren became the most respected person in the village, and he stayed and planted the tree behind the ancestral hall in the village. This year, the wind and rain were really smooth.

People trusted the Yu'an Dao people more and more, and in that winter, the Yu'an Dao people took out a painting.

In the portrait, it is a bit similar to their village, but the difference is that the beautiful scenery inside, the houses inside, and the roads inside are not at all comparable to the village, and the similar places are only the terrain, the location of the houses and the road.

The people of Yu'an Dao told them that this painting could lead directly to the fairyland, and as long as they entered the fairyland, they could enjoy eternal happiness. The sun rises, the sun sets, the wind and rain are smooth, there is no hunger, no sickness, everyone has inexhaustible strength, can fly freely in the sky, there is no limit to life, will not grow old, become an immortal in the fairyland.

Everyone, their hearts were moved.

They did what the Taoist said, little by little, and sure enough, they began to be able to enter the fairy land at night, but only at night.

Later, the Yu'an Dao people told them that they had to pay a price to enter the fairy land forever. And that price is their children.

Having come to this point, the villagers hesitated.

Yu'an Daoren's face changed and he brushed his sleeves away.

The people of Yu'an Dao are gone, and everything has changed back to its original appearance.

The people of the neighboring village left unknowingly in the years when Yu'an Dao people, and the monsters who harassed them became monsters.

The people of the village wanted to leave, but they found that they could not find the road, and the road had long been flooded by the forest. It's like they live on a lonely island, they can't get out, and outsiders can't get in.

The poor life was restored, where could the villagers get used to it, the weather was not smooth, the summer became hot, there was little rain, and when it rained, it was a torrential rain, and once even a flash flood almost flooded the village.

The villagers couldn't bear it, they prayed day and night, and the village chief also went door-to-door to advise, telling them that raising children is to prevent old age, and since they have become immortal, what do they want children for?

It must be eternal happiness, and on one side is his own children. The villagers had mixed feelings, but after another year, hunger spread, and the people of the village could not bear it anymore, and they made a decision.

At this time, Yu'an Daoren came back, and he told the villagers that he did not want the child's life, but always hid the child, hid it from the world, and when the child grew up, he would reunite with them.

They believed, even if they had doubts in their hearts, and they forced themselves to believe it.

The Yu'an Daoist taught them how to hide their children, and Huang Baiyang, the father of the three children, that is, the man in front of the ghost cry, he also did the same thing as the other villagers, and he did it to his own children.

Without his mother-in-law, he began to learn needlework, and in the face of his naïve son and daughter, he was ruthless.

The eldest son was older, understood that things were not good, wanted to run, was caught by him, poured a mouthful of medicine, made his son weak, and then ruthlessly attacked this most beloved son, the eldest son let out a low moan, crying and begging him, but he did not have the slightest mercy.

He lied to his second son, just to play hide and seek with him, the second son naively believed it, and in the process, the five-year-old son cried and shouted that he would not play, but he ignored it.

Finally, there is the youngest daughter, the youngest daughter did not enjoy happiness with him, and the years he grew up happened to be the most difficult time in the village.

Malnourished, frail and sickly, looking like he was dying at any time, soft and weak.

The little daughter was very docile, her little hands grasping his fingers, and her big eyes were full of trust. It hurt so much that she didn't cry with tears in her eyes. But when he closed the sheepskin, the little daughter cried: "Daddy, don't leave the baby, the girl is afraid of the dark ......"

The youngest daughter was a little slurred because she was too young, and the cry upset him. He showed a painful smile, stumbled out, and when he arrived at the ancestral hall, he drank the medicine prepared by the Yu'an Dao people with satisfaction, and the Yu'an Dao people said that this was the elixir of immortality, and after drinking it, he could count on the fairyland.

Yu'an Dao people really didn't lie to them, and it was really beautiful in the fairyland.

Yellow Aries lives very happily, he has a happy smile on his face every day, he has inexhaustible strength, so he does not feel that the work is hard, the chickens at home lay eggs quickly, the chicks hatch quickly, and grow when the wind is seen. Therefore, meat is eaten every day.

However, looking at the table full of fish and meat, for some reason, my heart was empty. Every night, they can see their original village in the world, and they are uneasy, and they are afraid that one day they will never be able to go back to the world at night. The people of Yu'an Dao told them that this is normal, and the fairyland is still a little unstable, and after a few more years, it will be stable, and their children will grow up. When the time comes, not only can you be reunited, but you can also leave the pain of mortal world forever.

Hearing this, they were relieved again.

Every night, the yellow and white sheep would go to the sheepfold and look at the three lambs snuggled together, with a strange smile on their faces.

And all this is broken by the arrival of a stranger.

He destroyed the painting, the fairyland collapsed, and all the people woke up, only then did they realize that they had been deceived by the Yu'an Dao people.

In fact, they have long known that they have been deceived, but they are willing to believe the lies of the Yu'an Dao people.

What kind of fairyland is this, just a dream for them. I woke up from the dream and returned to reality, and reality was even worse.

Their children are their hope, and they have killed their own hope with their own hands.

At this moment, everyone went crazy. In a rain of blood, they fought frantically.

When all the fighting was over, everyone except one lucky one died.

That lucky and unfortunate guy is none other than Yellow and White Aries. He survived by luck, but not for long. His body was on the verge of collapse, and holding on for two or three days was the limit.

After everything was said, the yellow and white sheep had collapsed, he grabbed the ghost crying clothes hard, gritted his teeth, and cried: "Help me...... Revenge!"