"Come...it's been more than ten years. No one has come to this house for more than ten years. Come...it's been more than ten years..." The old woman's ashen face was wrinkled like withered skin, her eyes were sunken, and her eyes were filled with black holes.
The vision is unclear, as if there are no eyeballs.
When Huo Xinlan saw this old woman, there was obviously disgust in her eyes. This old woman was too ugly.
Even scary.
"Woo...ow...wow" the wolf roared, its cold roar seemed to be just outside the courtyard gate, chilling the ears.
There is a biting coldness everywhere in this old home, a coldness that can extremely shrink one's spirit and courage.
"Go in, it seems no one lives here, let's take shelter from the rain first." I felt flinched for the first time when I saw Huo Xinlan, but I encouraged her, "What can she, an old woman, do to me?"
The rotten door of the side room was wide open, and it was dark in the room so that we could not see clearly the furnishings inside. A young man in a black coat peeked out at us.
I saw that the young man's face was sallow, his skin was dull, and his face was covered with big pockmarks. He was grinning, showing yellow teeth.
"This place is too weird." Huo Xinlan said anxiously.
"What's the matter? Mawanggou is exactly the same as here."
Huo Xinlan glanced at me. She was probably thinking that I was seeking revenge for what I had done at that time, because she had concealed from me that the Mawanggou Massacre Village was actually the work of the Light of the Dead Sea.
As a direct participant, Ella is completely indifferent to these people. In her opinion, these people may be just livestock, or even despicable.
The rain seems to have eased a little, the wind has become stronger, and the old house's rotten wood and beams crackle.
The old woman entered the house and lit the lantern. The pale light reflected the simplicity of the house. The walls were dusty and muddy, the floor was pitted and damp, the corners were dark, and the wooden beams were old. In the west corner of the old house was an incense table with incense sticks placed on it.
Wax offerings were placed on the coffin, black lacquer tables and chairs were placed against the wall, and the black mulberry cabinet was carved with lace on both sides, making it look like an inverted coffin.
She pulled out some broken benches.
"Sit...sit..."
I sat down and looked around. There was a wooden door on the east and west sides of the old house. The west door was open, and I could vaguely see the bed and table inside. It should be the old woman's room. The east door was locked, and there were two yellow strips on it.
Seal the door.
"Look at what's posted on her door?"
"Spell it."
"Spell? Why put the charm on it?"
"It's all the methods of the ancient Tibetan religion to fool these villagers."
At this time, the old woman suddenly stretched out her claw-like hand, took a bowl of water, and said: "Drink... drink water, the damn ones are dead, and those who should leave are gone. The people left behind are all old and weak.
I am sick and disabled...I am a lonely old woman, all alone."
Huo Xinlan felt uncomfortable all over, "She..."
The old woman's shriveled lips twitched, and from time to time she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. Her eyes were so dark that no eyeballs could be seen. As long as she got a little closer to the old woman, even just a little bit, she would immediately feel chilly.
, the yin that captures the soul is so cold that it penetrates the bones.
"Leave her alone." I touched Huo Xinlan and reminded, "You can easily expose us if you are so nervous."
The sound of the wind, the swaying of rotten trees, and the howling of wolves weave together the cries of resentment and ghosts in the dark village on a rainy night.
"Old man, we are not thirsty. I have some food here." I opened my backpack and took out some food. "Can you ask your grandson to come and eat with you?"
"What? What?!" The old woman suddenly stopped crying and started dancing crazily, "What did you say?"
Huo Xinlan was too scared to speak out
, I held my breath, calmed down, and said: "Don't be angry, I just said that your grandson..."
"What?!" The old woman grabbed my shoulders. Her hands were cold, and her fingernails dug into the flesh, causing a stinging pain.
"What did you say?" the old woman shouted frantically, shaking me desperately.
Huo Xinlan was so frightened that her heart was in her throat. I held my breath, endured the stinging pain, and said softly: "Old man, please calm down."
At this time, Fatty Guo and Cheng Yiyun, who were scouting outside, also rushed in. They thought the old woman was going to do something bad to me, so they just missed her forehead with two guns.
"Impossible, impossible! He, is he wearing a black cotton-padded jacket?" The old woman's mood gradually stabilized.
"Yes!"
"He, does he have big pockmarks all over his face, and the spots look like toad excrement?" The old man's eyes were hollow and swollen, filled with tears.
I nodded.
"Hey! What a sin!" The old lady whimpered and cried angrily. She cried so hard that her scalp exploded and goosebumps fell all over the floor.
I looked at her affection and was speechless for a long time. I really didn't know why she was so excited. I had never seen this symptom in Mawanggou.
"That's my grandson Wazi. Three years ago, at the beginning of spring, he went to the mountains to hunt birds and rabbits and never came back. Many days later, the villagers found his bones. Alas... he was eaten and gnawed by wolves.
The bones were broken, so he was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket...that's the one..."
"What?" I looked at her in surprise.
I saw the old woman's withered hand pointing to the dark corner again. A black cotton-padded jacket was hung on a bamboo pole, which had long been torn. The night wind passed through the old house, and the jacket was floating uncertainly, casting a black shadow on the wall.
Dancing quietly.
"This..." I swallowed involuntarily.
"Is it possible that I encountered ignorance again? Last time I met a group of dead women in the lamasery, and the old monk said it was ignorance. Could it be that this time..." I felt terrified.
The old woman calmed down, wiped away her tears, and said, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
She stooped and stomped the crutch on the ground, "ta, ta, ta..." as she limped out step by step.
The wind suddenly opened the door, swept into the house and knocked down the lanterns. The house was dark. The cool wind penetrated into the old woman's bedroom, and the sound of ghosts crying was faint.
"We'd better leave. The worst we can do is set up a tent outside the village and spend the night." He was still wearing wet and cold clothes.
"If I had known this, why bother?" I laughed with disdain in my heart, "I didn't expect you to be afraid sometimes, hahaha, Huo Xinlan, Huo Xinlan, just admit defeat."
Ouch...ow...ow, the wind howled and howled, and it chilled my ears. Not long after, the rain poured down again.
"It seems we won't be able to leave tonight. The tent is already wet before it's set up." I frowned.
The sound of wolves howling, the hungry wild wolves seemed to be waiting for us outside the courtyard gate.
"Here comes the rice..." The old woman brought out a black pot, which was filled with a sticky mess of unknown origin. The smell was very strange and disgusting, and there was no appetite left.
I looked at the pot of rice, my stomach churning, "Old man, we are not hungry, we have all... eaten."
"It's okay, I've been doing more cooking over the years. In the past, the people next door, Zhang Sanwa, Zhao Sanjie, and my old man, we had dinner together. Now, everyone is dead, and I'm the only old woman left, hehe.
I also hope that I can cook more food
I hope they will come and eat, keep it, maybe they are hungry and come to eat at night. Hey, come and eat at night..." The old woman put out four pairs of bowls and chopsticks, and the spoon scooped up the sticky stuff in the pot and put it into her mouth,
The mouth has no teeth, and the skin of the mouth is like an empty skin bag, sucking and sucking.
After hearing this, I already roughly understood what was going on, "This situation is somewhat similar to what the old monk said."
After the meal, the old woman stooped and held a lantern, and took us to a row of small wooden houses on the side of the courtyard. It was said to be a row of wooden houses, but in fact it was just one. However, this wooden house was a bit long, but the depth was narrow, like a row of walls.
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The old woman turned around, as if she had read my thoughts, and said: "No matter what noise you hear in the middle of the night, don't come out, don't come out!"
The old woman's voice became gloomy and sharp, and her eyes were filled with cold light under the pale light of the lantern.
The side room is in decay, and the heavy rain and strong wind are about to tear it apart. The room is dark and there is no light.
The old woman said angrily: "This room used to be lived in by Sun Wazi, but now someone else has gone and it is empty."
The old woman suddenly turned around and stared at us fiercely: "You are not allowed to go out at night, and you are not allowed to step out of this door!"
This sudden move made Huo Xinlan tremble.
Late at night, the sound of wind and rain echoed in this dark old courtyard. There were cold howls of wolves in the distance, and it was so dark that there was no trace of night light.
A tung oil lamp flickered on and off.
At three o'clock, the rain stopped, but the wind was still blowing softly.
I sat on the edge of the bed and Fu'er said to Cheng Yiyun, "Don't you think there's something wrong with this house?"
"It's the same as a lamasery." Cheng Yiyun's judgment agreed with mine.
"Except for this? For example, in this house, there are two doors in the main house. One leads to her bedroom, and the other has a talisman seal on it."
"Could it be that the Ancient Tibetan Cult is pretending to be a ghost?"
"The layout of this courtyard should be in the shape of '曰', with a wall dividing the old courtyard into two sides. You see, the old woman's main house is in the middle of the '曰' shape. Behind the old house, there should be
A hidden courtyard, the backyard cannot be seen from where we are because it is blocked by the old house and the wall."
Cheng Yiyun is well versed in the structure of tombs, so this is the same principle for house construction. “If there is a room behind the sealed door, it should have a roof and tile eaves. And the roof of the old house is sealed at the edge of the main hall, which means that
Behind the door is not a house, but the entrance to the backyard."
"That's right."
The wind cries sadly.
At this time, the sound of the walking stick "ta, tap, tap" was getting closer and closer. Judging from the sound, the old woman seemed to be circling around the old home.
We hold our breath and listen carefully.
"Shh, there's someone outside."
"Ta...ta..." The old lady returned to her room on crutches.
Not long after, a gloomy cry came from the old woman's house, "woo woo woo... woo woo... woo woo woo..."
"Why does she seem to be crying?" Fatty Guo asked.
The crying sound became more and more weird, and the old woman's throat became stuck from crying. She coughed violently several times, and then started crying heartbreakingly again.
"What the hell is she doing?"
I touched the wall and walked on tiptoe, slowly leaning towards the wooden window of the old house. The candlelight inside was weak, and the broken windows were full of holes.
Chapter completed!