Chapter 194 Jinjiang
When Yan Shixun arrived just now, large patches of brilliant sunshine were falling on the garden, illuminating the yellow and white chrysanthemums, making them bright and translucent, which was extremely beautiful.
But the sun sets early in winter. During lunch time, the sun, which had shifted its angle, was blocked by the mountain, and no longer a single ray of light fell into the courtyard.
The garden without sunlight became cold and desolate, and the white and yellow chrysanthemums blooming all over the yard seemed to have become gloomy along with it.
It was like a gloomy cemetery on a rainy day, with the wind howling and the chrysanthemums paying silent tribute.
Weird and creepy.
Yan Shixun stood outside the fenced yard, his attention still on the rocking chair behind the window, frowning as he tried to see clearly where the old woman was.
But the audience squatting in front of his split screen were already blown away.
Yan Shixun has been dealing with ghosts for many years. He can even walk through a mass grave in the middle of the night when no one is around without changing his expression. He is not afraid of ghosts at all.
But unlike Yan Shixun, the audience has always lived in a normal world. Even if they saw some horrific scenes after the show started, they are still afraid of ghosts in essence and cannot remain calm like Yan Shixun.
At this time, the gloomy courtyard full of chrysanthemums made many viewers feel that just by looking at it, a chill spread upwards along the soles of their feet.
[Just now, I didn’t feel it when the sun was shining, why does it look so scary now?]
[Oh my god! There’s a mossy well behind the flowers, which is even scarier! My mind starts to automatically think that there might be a dead body in the well that will crawl out the next moment…]
[Wow, I said chrysanthemums are scary, especially white chrysanthemums. I am really afraid of white chrysanthemums. They always remind me of the time when I went to visit graves with my mother when I was a child and saw ghosts.]
[Hiss… I was happily sitting in the living room watching it just now, but now I suddenly feel a little cold? No, I can’t hold on any longer, I have to get into bed first.]
[What is Brother Yan looking at? I feel like he is looking for someone.]
[I was busy and didn't watch the live broadcast before, so I just watched it. Excuse me, is the old lady that Brother Yan is looking for? She seems to be a bit disabled?]
[You didn’t watch the previous live broadcast, so how did you know? We don’t have any replays or recordings of this show.]
[I think I know why... You guys should get a bigger screen, turn up the brightness, and keep staring at the window. I'm freezing from head to toe, it's so scary, I don't dare look back at my window.]
Seeing someone say that there was something in the shadow behind the window, many viewers tried hard to open their eyes wide, but they just couldn’t see what was wrong, and there were suddenly a lot of “???” in the barrage.
Some people even questioned whether the previous comment was a trick to attract everyone's attention.
But such doubts soon disappeared behind a new barrage of comments.
[Oh shit, oh shit oh shit!!! My scalp is tingling and my whole body is cold! Seriously, everyone, believe me, don't switch to a computer or tablet and turn up the brightness to watch this, it's too scary, my God, I'm starting to wonder if there's someone standing behind me.]
It seems that this person believed the operating instructions in the previous barrage, so he saw the same thing as the previous person saw.
Many viewers immediately became interested, but some had a rebellious mentality, thinking, "If you don't let me do it, I won't do it? Am I so embarrassed? I'll do it anyway!"
For a moment, many people took out other electronic devices with larger screens at hand, adjusted the brightness to maximum according to the previous operating instructions, and then squinted their eyes to stare at it.
At first there was nothing, just a blur of black pixels.
The audience was still wondering, there was nothing, could they have been cheated? Could the person who came back to warn them be a shill?
But as they watched, many people began to notice something was wrong.
Normally, when the brightness outside is higher than that inside, the area behind the open window will become a shadow that makes it difficult to see the specific situation, and the light will no longer be reflected after falling in.
But such a shadow should appear flat to the naked eye, and it is impossible to determine the shape of the shadow.
But now many people have noticed that the shadows in the house captured by the camera do not seem to be flat, but have undulating shapes.
They squinted and moved closer, trying to see what it was.
Then, they realized belatedly that these ups and downs are exactly the curvature of the human body!
The black behind the window was not a shadow at all, it was clearly a person wearing black clothes!
That is to say, from the very beginning, they were staring at a person behind the window - even putting their faces close together trying to get a closer look.
Realizing this, many viewers gasped and almost threw away the tablets in their hands.
Some were so excited that they directly knocked the screen in front of them away, shouting "Ahhhhh" wildly.
[Who said I had to see it clearly? I almost vomited my heart out. I was so scared.]
[That's actually a person, a person! I was so scared that I flew away.]
[So, I told you not to watch it, curiosity kills the cat... My scalp is still numb, and I was so scared that I couldn't even lift my head. I wanted to go back to bed but I was afraid that there was someone standing behind me, so I didn't even dare to turn my head.]
[It would be fine if you didn’t say it, but we’ll want to watch it even more after you say it! ! ! ]
[When I saw it clearly, I was completely glued to the screen. I was so scared that I flipped the computer over. But I was watching the live broadcast at work... Now my colleagues are watching me. I am so depressed.]
[Wait, did you notice that the posture of the black figure is not right?]
[Does anyone remember that at the beginning, the man asked Brother Yan if he was looking at the old woman? He also described the image of the old woman. Look carefully at what the shadow looks like...]
The audience who were reminded swallowed their saliva, and tremblingly mustered up the courage to look at the shadow again.
Then they discovered…the shadow, which looked like an old woman in black clothes, was hanging behind the window and blending into the shadows.
It's like...
Hanged there.
[Ah ...
The moment they saw clearly, countless people felt a chilling chill that made their scalps tingle.
No matter how thick the clothes were, it felt like a cold air was blowing along my neck, slowly turning my originally warm body into a cold one.
They stood there frozen, their hands and feet so cold that they almost lost all feeling.
But Yan Shixun didn't know what was happening behind the screen.
He stood outside the fence for a moment with a frown on his face, then raised his hand and knocked on the fence politely: "Grandma, are you home?"
The yard was quiet and no one responded.
Yan Shixun waited for a few minutes, then decisively pushed open the gate and strode in.
Because the village is located in a remote mountain area with few outsiders, there is no need to lock the door. Yan Shixun easily passed through and entered the small building.
Unlike when I first arrived and the room was full of sunshine, now without the sunshine, the wooden building suddenly became dark and depressing, losing the leisurely feeling of the original wood that was close to nature.
The rocking chair had stopped rocking and had slowly come to a stop.
Yan Shixun looked around but didn't see the old woman.
It seemed like when he just arrived, the old woman had just left, so the rocking chair was rocking.
but……
Yan Shixun frowned and looked around the entire building, taking in the entire interior, but there was no sign of the old woman.
Where can the old woman go?
She is disabled in the lower body and has difficulty even walking in the room, and needs to hold on to the wall for support.
With such physical strength, why did she disappear while the rocking chair was still rocking? This speed should not be possible with her physical fitness.
Besides, the village is not like the city, there are many places for entertainment.
Although life here is leisurely, there is nothing to relieve boredom. From what Yan Shixun has seen along the way, the old people are either working early to feed themselves, or basking in the sun. There is no scene of them gathering together to chat.
Moreover, the old woman’s small wooden building is different from those of other villagers. This small wooden building is very far away from other villagers’ houses.
There are only two houses along the river, one is for the old lady and the other is for the guests of the program.
The rest of the people were on the other side of the large patch of chrysanthemums and trees planted in the center of the village.
With this question in mind, Yan Shixun searched for the old woman in the small building for a long time, but to no avail.
Seeing the sun moving further and further away, Yan Shixun had no choice but to give up temporarily and prepare to find a guide and come back to see if the old woman would come back by then.
But the moment he turned around, he suddenly smelled a whiff of blood.
The cold smell of blood was mixed with a hint of sweet water vapor, which melted and floated quietly in the air.
If you don't pay close attention, you'll quickly miss it.
Yan Shixun only smelled it for a moment and soon lost its trace.
When his eyes flashed and he quickly turned around to look around vigilantly, the smell of blood had disappeared.
The entire small wooden building, which was gradually invaded by shadows, was like a monster with its bloody mouth quietly opened in the darkness, wanting to devour everyone who approached.
In the darkness and in the cracks, there were faint and fragmented sounds.
It sounded like a mouse running across the wooden boards, or like someone was walking on tiptoe, but it might just be an illusion caused by the sound of the wind.
The wooden wardrobe opened a crack, and something in the darkness looked out coldly, glaring at strangers.
A swollen, pale hand stretched out from under the bed, lifted the hanging sheets, and secretly revealed an eye.
On the wooden beam, a swollen person looked like a swollen white steamed bun, looking quietly downwards.
Yan Shixun stood at the door of the small wooden building, raised his eyes calmly and looked around the room, but he saw nothing.
It was still the old man's home, neatly filled with daily necessities, but with a hint of weirdness.
Yan Shixun stood there for a moment before he withdrew his gaze indifferently and turned to walk out of the small building.
He clenched his slender hands hanging at his sides, and his beautifully trimmed nails scratched marks on the palms with such force that blood lines almost appeared.
He kept repeating to himself in his mind, reminding himself of the abnormality he was feeling now. He must not forget it and must pay attention to finding out the truth behind the abnormality.
But as he took another step, those memories quietly receded like the tide. He tried to catch them but they slipped through his fingers in vain.
When Yan Shixun walked to the gate of the fenced courtyard, his vigilance in the small building had completely relaxed.
Instead, there is the happiness and relaxation that is like the bubbling hot milk in the winter. It seems that there is nothing to worry about, and I just want to ignore those things and keep my mind empty.
But...that's not right!
This is absolutely not his character!
Yan Shixun walked lightly and stopped at the gate of the courtyard. His slender body was facing the small wooden building. His back was slightly stiff, but it was impossible to tell what he was thinking about.
The body slid down the wooden stairs, leaving a trail of blood. It originally wanted to slide into the water through the window next to it, but it did not expect that the stranger would stay in the yard. It froze on the stairs for a moment and lowered its voice.
The figure hidden in the darkness slowly opened his eyes, and looked out of the small building with his swollen and rotten eyeballs, empty and stiff.
One gaze after another fell silently on Yan Shixun's back.
Yan Shixun could feel a slight tingling sensation in the palm of his hand.
He lowered his eyes and stretched out his palms, which were still covered with half-curved nail marks, with blood spots oozing out from the deepest parts.
Yan Shixun was very sure that he was not the kind of person who would hurt himself. If there was something he wanted to change, he would not clench his fists in anger, but would take decisive action.
That bloodstain...
He calmly put down his hand and covered the bloodstain on the palm of his hand so that others could not see the injury.
Then he calmly opened the door and left the yard as if nothing had happened.
Just as Yan Shixun stepped out of the courtyard, a figure suddenly hung down from the window, the rope stretched downward, and then swayed gently in place.
A pair of deformed legs were exposed by the window.
Wearing shoes inside out makes it difficult to tell which side is the front and which is the back.
But looking up along the shoe surface... the face looking down was actually the face of an old woman.
A hemp rope was tied around her neck, and the other end of the rope was tied firmly to the wooden beam, hanging her in the air, swinging gently back and forth like a pendulum.
The old woman closed her eyes tightly, her face looked peaceful and even relaxed, her body drooped naturally, she no longer struggled, her hands and feet were stiff, the skin exposed outside her clothes was swollen and pale, there were no skin lines anymore, her face was completely swollen, as if it had been soaked for a long time.
But even though the hemp rope had already cut into her skin, there were no blue or red marks on the old woman's neck. It was as if the hemp rope that was tightly around her neck had no effect on her.
The audience who followed Yan Shixun's camera perspective also did not see this scene.
But they were very sure that they had clearly seen the old woman hanging in the air behind the window before. How come Yan Shixun didn't notice her after he went in?
Some people were so anxious that they wanted to follow the live broadcast and crawl out of the camera to find Yan Shixun to report the news.
[Ahhhhhh Brother Yan, Brother Yan, take a look behind the window! There is an old lady hanging there, help her!]
[That's not right. I remember Brother Yan looked in that direction. How come he didn't see it?]
[I remember it, and I looked in that direction at the time, but... there was really nothing. I remember clearly that there was an old lady in black clothes hanging there, but when Brother Yan entered the room and looked again, there was really nothing.]
[You, don’t you think it’s scary? That black outfit looks very familiar to me. I just remembered that it’s the shroud we wear here! It’s what people wear when they die!]
[Stop talking, I wasn't scared to begin with, but the more you talk, the more scared I get.]
[This is so weird, I swear I really saw it before... What did I see? Weird, what did I want to post just now? I can't remember it no matter how hard I try.]
[What are you discussing?]
[Huh? Weird, why do I feel like my memory is slipping away from my mind? I can't quite grasp it.]
What black clothes?
[Where is the old lady? You must have mixed it up. Aren’t all you’ve been seeing old men?]
[Wow, this village is really nice. I feel so happy just watching the live broadcast. It feels warm as if I am soaking in hot water.]
The audience soon forgot their previous surprises, the comments became harmonious again, and they happily discussed the scenery along the way in the village.
Only the old woman was gradually swallowed by the shadows and forgotten in the darkness.
She was hanging by the window of her own house, swaying gently as the cold wind blew through the hall, causing the wooden beams to make faint sounds.
“Squeak!”
“Squeak…”
…
When Yan Shixun found the guide, he was at the home of the old grandfather who had initially received the program team, squatting on the ground peeling the skin of a roasted sweet potato in his hand.
The baked golden orange sweet potatoes have accumulated a lot of sugar. When you peel off the skin, sticky sugar water will stick to your fingers. The sweet taste hits you in the face, bringing warm and beautiful memories, enough to dispel the cold of winter.
There was an unextinguished fire in front of the guide, with grey-black ashes scattered at his feet and even on his hands. It seemed that he was in a hurry and had just taken the roasted sweet potatoes out of the fire.
But looking at the guide's smiling face and his hands peeling the sweet potatoes leisurely and skillfully, he did not seem to be burned by the sweet potatoes and did not have the reaction that ordinary people would have when holding hot things.
Yan Shixun's eyes slid across the guide's hand and he frowned.
The old man who was chatting and laughing with the guide was sitting opposite the guide, facing the gate of the courtyard, so he saw Yan Shixun coming.
"Guest, why are you here?"
The old man looked up and asked with a smile, "Did you make too little lunch and there's not enough to eat?"
As he spoke, the old man stood up from his chair and walked swiftly towards the small wooden building behind him.
"Please wait a moment, my dear. I will ask my wife to make some more."
"No need." Yan Shixun stopped the old man and said, "The lunch is very sumptuous. Thank you for the hospitality."
He looked at the guide on the side: "I'm here to find him."
The guide raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he didn't expect that the purpose of Yan Shixun's trip was actually him.
He held the sweet potato in one hand, patted the dust off his legs with the other hand, stood up, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter, Mr. Yan?"
Yan Shixun stared at the guide, and suddenly many images rolled through his mind.
The strange and gorgeous chrysanthemum pattern under the bed, the strange noises coming from the old woman's house, the weirdness of the old people in the village, and the strange and brilliant smile of the guide...
Those images only flashed for a moment, and then suddenly disappeared from my mind, turning into a blank.
Soon, a warm feeling of happiness filled the air, making the brain instinctively not want to pursue anything and just want to stay in a warm and safe place.
Yan Shixun was distracted for a moment, but soon regained his composure.
"Are there any outsiders living in the village now? I wonder if they are. The program team wants to interview them."
Yan Shixun remained calm and said, "After all, this is for publicity, and it would be more convincing if there were people who had settled here before."
Hearing this question, the guide looked embarrassed.
He scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "To be honest, Mr. Yan, there are no outsiders in the village now, only you."
The old man nodded and continued, "Winter is coming. Many people can't stand the cold in the mountains, so they go out to spend the winter. When spring comes, they will come back again."
"Guest, you have never stayed in our mountain for a long time, so you don't know."
The old man pointed in the direction of the river and said, "In other seasons, the river makes everyone happy, but in winter, the moisture from the river makes this place cold and humid. If you are not used to living here, it is difficult to adapt to this environment."
"Those children only say they are here to settle down, but in fact many of them have already left, or have left temporarily."
The old man sighed regretfully: "If you are a guest and you want to see them, it's really unfortunate."
Is it just a coincidence? No one is here?
Yan Shixun frowned calmly.
Even if some people are indeed unable to adapt to life in the mountains, among those who come here to settle down there are quite a few backpackers who hike in the wild all year round. They have already adapted to the wild environment, so why aren't they here either?
Did you really leave because of the weather?
But why has the outside world never heard of this? No one has ever posted a status or photo saying that they will leave in winter, or have already left the longevity village.
Yan Shixun opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but the guide smiled and stuffed a roasted sweet potato in his hand.
"What else do you want to ask, Mr. Yan?"
The guide smiled and asked, "We are so tired today. We have all crossed mountains and hills to get to the village. Why don't we take a rest first? We can talk tomorrow if there is anything."
"Anyway, it's impossible to leave the mountain now."
The guide spread his hands helplessly and said, "The river water here will gradually rise over time. The water level is normal only before noon. After noon, the rising water will submerge the road and road signs out of the mountain. If you rashly leave the mountain, you will probably get lost."
"After all, the geographical conditions here are quite special. According to you cultured people, the magnetic field is chaotic, and all traditional methods will be ineffective. Once you get lost in the mountains, you may not be able to get out."
The guide looked honest and sincere, and it seemed that everything he said was true.
The words that Yan Shixun was about to ask were stuck in his throat.
He looked at the guide quietly twice. The guide was not afraid at all and allowed him to look at him openly, looking sincere and unafraid of being checked.
The scorching heat in his hand drew Yan Shixun's attention back.
He lowered his eyes and saw that the roasted sweet potato that was wrapped in paper and handed to him was still hot from the fire, burning his palms red.
But the guide in front of him was also holding a roasted sweet potato, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it and was insensitive to the scorching temperature.
Your hands are covered with calluses from years of hard work, so aren't you afraid of the heat?
A doubt flashed through Yan Shixun's mind.
Yan Shixun nodded, but did not express his doubts. Instead, he made a regretful expression and said, "That's really unfortunate. It seems that I can only interview them next time I have the chance."
The old man smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you will meet soon."
The guide also smiled and prepared to send Yan Shixun out: "It gets dark very quickly here. Even though there is still sunshine now, it will probably be dark by the time Mr. Yan walks back. Take advantage of this time, Mr. Yan, to take another look at the scenery of the village, otherwise you won't be able to see it."
"Take care, Mr. Yan."
The guide stood at the gate of the yard and waved at Yan Shixun with a normal expression.
However, after watching Yan Shixun's figure disappear from his sight, the smile on the guide's face slowly disappeared.
When he turned around and looked at the old man in the yard, his expression was cold and ferocious.
"Really don't worry about it?"
The guide's voice was cold: "So I said, don't agree to cooperate with any of that bullshit official. If there are strange people among those people, we will be in danger."
"I was always worried when officials came to fool them the first few times."
The guide sneered: "You guys still haven't learned your lesson and come back again this time."
The old man waved his hand nonchalantly, his expression still kind: "Don't worry, he's here, nothing will happen."
“He will protect us from the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death, and from the sorrows and troubles of the world.”
The old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, it will be soon anyway."
The guide paused after hearing this, and then asked, "Is it these days?"
The old man nodded: "Today."
For a moment, the guide looked a little dazed.
But he quickly retracted his expression and snorted, "You are so greedy. You want two of each. Sooner or later, you will get into trouble."
The old man was helpless: "Aye."
The guide snorted and turned to leave the yard.
He didn't pay attention to his feet and kicked over the fire that had just been lit for roasting sweet potatoes.
From the gray-black ashes, a few teeth that had not been burned through rolled out, already turned yellow and black by the fire.
The old man calmly picked up the broom beside him and walked over. He bent down slowly and cleaned the ashes on the ground into one place.
"Winter is coming, we need to prepare firewood for the winter."
The old man said to himself, "There is not much firewood left at home... Where can I find new firewood?"
While muttering to himself, the old man walked steadily to the back of the small wooden building and skillfully poured the ashes into the corner.
The door of the woodshed next door was half open, and a piece of white hand bone rolled out from the gap.
The old man saw it, bent down, grabbed the hand bone, and then pulled up the entire skeleton that was lying on the ground.
He opened the door of the woodshed and calmly threw the bones in his hand inside.
In the woodshed, there was a sudden sound of bones colliding.
The pale skeleton smashed onto other skeletons. The skeletons that were originally neatly arranged like bundles of firewood suddenly fell down, one after another, and fell to the ground from their original standing positions.
Some of the bones seemed to have been weathered due to their age. The moment they fell to the ground, they shattered into white bone residue and scattered everywhere.
"Squeak--Gah!"
The door of the woodshed opened and closed, and the sound of locking was heard from outside.
The footsteps gradually faded away.
In the woodshed, which had returned to peace, the faint sounds suddenly began to be heard again.
The skeleton twisted its cervical spine with difficulty and aimed its dark eye sockets at the door of the woodshed.
Even though it has lost its eyes and flesh, one can still feel its despair.
It stretched out its hand bones from among the messy joints on the ground, trying to reach the door of the woodshed, open the door, and leave...
…
Yan Shixun remembered very clearly that when he went out to find a guide, although the temperature of the sun had decreased, it still shone brightly on the village, and the yellow chrysanthemums were waving in the sun, which was a beautiful sight.
But when he left the old man in the village and walked in the village, he found that the sunlight was becoming dim and darker.
And it was only three o'clock in the afternoon.
It gets dark so early?
Yan Shixun frowned, remembering what the guide had just said to him.
The river was swollen, so it was impossible to get in or out of the mountains in the afternoon.
Yan Shixun had heard about this from the guide before he came here.
During the early preparations for the filming, the guide communicated with the director team about the progress of the filming and made it clear that they must enter the mountain before noon.
Because once dark falls, danger begins for these underdeveloped mountains.
Without the sun to guide the way, you will most likely get lost in the mountains, and the darkness will also blind people to the terrain. There are many pits and cliffs in the mountains, and you never know if you can step into danger if you make a wrong move.
Yan Shixun and the director team both agreed with this statement.
Especially Yan Shixun, who often goes into the mountains to look for those hermits. He knows very well that the more primitive and natural the mountains and rivers are, the more beautiful they are, but they also contain more hidden dangers.
If someone without wilderness experience rushes in, they may be injured and die of shock, or get lost and end up starving or freezing to death.
However, even though he was mentally prepared, Yan Shixun still felt a little strange when he saw that the daylight hours in Changshou Village were so short, and he also began to doubt other things the guide said.
So he took a long step and walked towards the river.
Flowing downstream along the river, Yan Shixun noticed that the huge rocks in the river that he had seen when he first arrived were now submerged. He could only see the huge rocks submerged at the bottom of the river through the clear river water.
The soil on the shore became moist due to the rising water level, and the river was much wider than Yan Shixun had first noticed.
Moreover, this upward trend has not stopped, but is still spreading rapidly.
It seemed that the guide had not lied to him, the water level was indeed continuing to rise.
The river water he could see now was like this. In other places, the water flow was fast but the riverbed was narrow. I'm afraid the water level in those places was even higher.
After noon, it is indeed dangerous to enter or exit the mountain.
Yan Shixun stood quietly by the river. In a deserted place, he had the opportunity to sort out his thoughts.
He lowered his eyes to think, but always felt as if he had forgotten something.
But... he forgot what he had forgotten.
He could only vaguely remember that it must be something very important that required him to investigate again, so he kept it in mind and wanted to go there again when there was no one around.
But this impression is as faint as words written on the beach. Each time the tide washes over it, it becomes fainter and fainter, and finally turns into nothingness.
Yan Shixun realized that the harder he tried to recall, the faster those memories disappeared, disappearing from his mind in an instant.
But the pain in his palm still reminded him...something was wrong.
I must have forgotten something important.
But, what is that?
Yan Shixun frowned tightly, and his originally thin red lips were pursed so tightly that they turned pale and formed a straight line.
His teeth bit the soft flesh in his mouth, using the pain to remind himself not to get distracted and to focus on recalling.
Ordinary people control themselves through willpower.
But at this moment, Yan Shixun seemed to be trapped in a state of confusion while being awake, so he manipulated himself to fight against his own willpower.
Is there something you want him to forget?
Then he must remember it!
Yan Shixun stood there for a long time, until the chill of early winter and the coldness of the waterside spread upwards through his Martin boots and his entire calves were so cold that he was almost losing feeling, then he suddenly came to his senses.
But this time, he remembered clearly that something was wrong in Changshou Village and he had to leave as soon as possible.
Although Yan Shixun couldn't find anything wrong yet, he believed in the intuition brought by his long-term struggle with ghosts.
And the fact that he had forgotten what was wrong made Yan Shixun notice something strange.
Even if the water level is rising and we can't leave now, that doesn't matter. We can set off early tomorrow morning.
Yan Shixun made a decision quickly.
After sending all the members of the program team out of Changshou Village, he returned alone to find out whether he had wronged Changshou Village out of suspicion, or whether Changshou Village... really had some secrets that it didn't want others to know, and was full of weirdness.
…
Outside the mountain, B&B.
The proprietress was watching over the stove and adding firewood into the furnace while listening to the sound of chopping wood coming from the backyard.
The crackling sound of burning firewood and the sound of chopping wood in the backyard gave her a sense of gentle happiness from the passing of time, as if living a peaceful and leisurely life like this was the happiest thing she could find.
Feeling the warmth in front of her, the proprietress rubbed her hands and sighed comfortably.
It's so cold outside the mountain, I don't know how cold it is inside the mountain. Next time when my husband goes into the mountain to fetch water or buy crops from Changshou Village, give him a few more clothes to prevent him from catching a cold.
"I don't know how those who settled there endured it. They didn't even leave the mountains in such a cold season."
The proprietress muttered quietly.
She looked up and suddenly found that the sky outside the house had darkened. She was immediately puzzled: "It's not even three o'clock yet, why is it getting dark so early? Is the weather going to change?"
The proprietress has been running this B&B for more than ten years, but this is the first time she has seen it get dark so early, and she can't help but feel a little surprised.
The sound of chopping wood in the backyard stopped.
A teeth-grinding sound rang out.
It sounded like the axe was being dragged by someone, the blade sliding across the ground, pressing over stones and wood, making an unpleasant sound.
But the crackling sound of the fire covered up these slight noises, so the landlady did not notice them.
The proprietress noticed something was wrong because she was in a daze and suddenly found a shadow that was stretched very long and projected on the wall in front of her.
The shadow danced with the flames, flickering and looking as ferocious as a ghost.
The proprietress was startled and looked back quickly, but she only saw her husband standing at the door.
Her original fear immediately subsided, and she smiled and said, "How come you walk without making any sound? You scared me to death."
The man held the axe in his hand and said nothing.
He licked his dry and cracked lips, his eyes reflected by the flames, turning blood red.
"you?"
“Aaaaaaah!!”
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