Chapter 97 Wedding and mourning (28) (1)
I don't know when the moonlight was covered by dark clouds.
There was only a faint light in the farmhouse yard, dimly illuminating the skeletons on the wall, as if the whole yard was surrounded by them. Behind the wall, there were overlapping sounds of tiny collisions, and I wonder how many dangers were hidden.
After a moment of shock, Yan Shixun quickly calmed down, his brows gloomy, and he calmly scanned the pale skeletons.
Unlike the previous skeleton that lurked silently behind Yan Shixun and stretched out its hand to ask for something, the skeleton that appeared on the wall just silently stared at Yan Shixun with its black eye sockets without eyeballs, but had no intention of climbing over the wall for the time being.
The two sides were almost in a standoff, with no one taking the initiative.
Yan Shixun frowned and glanced at the skeleton closest to him. While he was guarding against his attention being drawn to the newly appeared group of skeletons, doubts also emerged in his mind when this one suddenly attacked.
Since these things can appear behind me silently, without being noticed by me and are not afraid of the awe-inspiring Taoist aura on me, why do the newly appeared ones seem to have no plans to continue entering the farm house?
Waiting for something, or can't?
Yan Shixun deliberately slowed down his breathing, prepared to respond to all changes with the same attitude, and first figure out the purpose of these things.
Everyone from the program crew is here, he can't take a wrong step.
Besides——
Yang Tu was very concerned about his abnormal reaction to the corpse buried under the flowers, and the fear he had just shouted, "Yang Duo is here to claim my life."
But Yang Tu's reaction was particularly intense.
After the skeleton appeared, Yang Tu was already extremely frightened and staggered to run to the old house where Yang Yun lived. After the skeleton surrounded the entire yard, Yang Tu became visibly panicked.
"Aunt, Aunt, look carefully, I am not my second uncle! I was not even born when you died. I had no part in what happened back then. You have found the wrong person."
Yang Tu's voice was filled with tears, and he shouted at the skeletons outside in panic, but he did not dare to slow down at all. He was tripped by the cracks between bricks and stones in the yard several times, but he still staggered towards Yang Yun's room.
Damn it——!
Yan Shixun gritted his teeth and looked at Yang Tu's back with a terrifyingly sharp look.
Because he never gave up his attention on the skeleton in the yard, he almost immediately discovered that at the same moment Yang Tu started running, the skeleton, which seemed to be moving slowly just now, suddenly turned around and rushed towards Yang Tu.
The direction Yang Tu ran towards was also where the room of the program crew was located.
Yan Shixun did not wait any longer. He picked up the iron plow standing behind the door next to him, put all his strength into his hands, and threw it directly at the skeleton chasing Yang Tu.
A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.
Yang Tu turned around subconsciously and looked behind him with his eyes wide open in fear.
Then he saw that the skeleton's only remaining arm was stretched out towards him, but just when the sharp finger bones were about to touch his back, the iron tool flying from behind hit his skull accurately.
Suddenly, with a "clang" sound, the simplest skull in the human body was smashed into pieces by the iron tool, and the broken bones exploded like fireworks, and "crashed" all over the ground.
The broken bones that were scattered all over the ground did not stop moving. Instead, they kept squirming on the ground, and all the joints were still trying to move towards Yang Tu.
Yang Tu was stunned by the scene. He instinctively kept backing away. His brain had been numbed by the continuous shocks and he could no longer accurately control his limbs.
His legs were almost tied into a knot, and he tripped over himself and fell to the ground. The force of the collision with the ground was so great that it almost dislocated his internal organs and made him vomit his stomach out of his mouth.
But this fall brought Yang Tu closer to the dozens of bones scattered on the ground. Those bones were like ants smelling meat, and they immediately rushed towards Yang Tu.
"No, no..." Yang Tu kept shaking his head. He was so scared that his eyes were blurred by the tears. He could only keep using his hands to support himself on the ground and back away, trying his best to stay away from those bones.
However, when people are extremely frightened, adrenaline is secreted in large quantities, and they want to escape but their muscles become stiff, which in turn causes their speed to decrease and they are no longer under the control of their own will.
Yang Tu wanted to escape, but his trembling and stiff muscles made him watch helplessly as the bones got closer and closer to him, and the pale finger bones were about to grab his ankles...
“Crack, snap—!”
A crisp breaking sound was heard.
The black Martin boots stepped mercilessly into the bones on the ground, accurately hitting the top of the head that flew to the side, and then suddenly exerted force with the feet, directly crushing the hardest top of the head into fragments that were almost powder.
I can't even piece it together.
The broken bones around stopped moving and fell to the ground, motionless.
It was as if it was originally just a pile of ordinary broken bones, and everything that just happened was just an illusion.
Yang Tu stared blankly at the finger bones that fell on the ground next to his ankle. He was sweating profusely. His neck was stiff and he raised his head, looking up along the Martin boots.
Yan Shixun was looking down at him.
From Yang Tu's perspective, this handsome young man who had been chatting and laughing with him casually for the past two days, and who looked lazy but had a good temper, now appeared so tall and majestic. His eyes were bright and intimidating. He was like a sword drawn from its sheath, and all the sharp blade light that had been hidden before suddenly burst out at this moment.
It was like a sleeping lion or tiger, slowly opening its eyes.
Yang Tu was so frightened by his own imagination that he trembled all over. He felt that he dared not even breathe under Yan Shixun's gaze.
"Why are you running?" Yan Shixun looked around at the broken bones on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Yang Tu again: "Where are you running to? Didn't I tell you to stop and don't move?"
He sneered, casually restraining his overly fierce aura, and slowly retracted his long legs that were stepping on the broken bones on my forehead: "You make me very sad. I'm almost crying because of the blow - do I look so unreliable?"
"Yan, Yan, Yan...Brother." Yang Tu's pupils shrank into a point. He had not yet recovered from the shock. He called out with a trembling voice for several times before he tremblingly called out Yan Shixun. He didn't know what he wanted to say.
Yan Shixun glanced coldly at the pale skeletons on the surrounding walls.
Because he smashed this skeleton, the skeletons that seemed to be its companions began to become agitated, constantly stretching out their hand bones to grab the bricks and tiles on the wall, as if they wanted to climb in from the top of the wall, but they were worried about something.
The sound of "click, click" came one after another, and the crackling sound of bones colliding echoed in the night, cold and empty.
Sure enough, is there something in the yard that makes them afraid to come in?
Yan Shixun calmly withdrew his gaze, without showing any doubt on his face.
He bent down slightly, stretched out his long arm, grabbed Yang Tu's wrist, and pulled Yang Tu up from the ground.
"When people are scared, their first reaction is to run to a place where they think they can get help or feel at ease." Yan Shixun glanced at Yang Tu with a half-smile and asked him softly: "So, where did you want to run to just now?"
"I..." Yang Tu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly changed expression and his eyes rolled around.
"Don't try to fool me, Yang Tu." Yan Shixun smiled without a trace of warmth: "Think about it, then tell me your answer."
Yan Shixun's hand was firmly clasped on Yang Tu's wrist, preventing him from breaking free.
Yang Tu tried it, but was twisted by Yan Shixun instead, and immediately even his skin, flesh and bones began to ache.
"No, not Brother Yan, I didn't mean to lie to you."
Yang Tu felt pain and with a start, he came out of his dazed state. He quickly said, "It's just that this matter is a family matter of the Yang clan. It's really not good to tell outsiders. My grandfather doesn't want others to know about these things."
"Hmm?" Yan Shixun laughed and asked, "So you think it would be better to be killed by those skeletons?"
"I forgot to tell you."
Yan Shixun spoke in a leisurely tone, as if casually saying, "I know a little bit about exorcism and ghost control. The person your grandfather hired to build the Soul-Calming Well was Mr. Li Yan, right? He and I are not only colleagues, but also good friends. I happen to have a way to solve the problem you are afraid of."
——In fact, he did not know the person who built the soul-calming well for the village party secretary's home.
However, after informing the official person in charge about the affairs of Jiazifen Village and Jia Village, he also asked them to help him check the masters that the Yang family might have invited that year.
After all, the official special department has to solve abnormal incidents all year round, and there are opportunities to interact with these truly powerful people from time to time, so they are considered to know the most people in this industry. Even many ancestors who have long retired to the mountains and forests have had contact and cooperation with the official special department. If you want to find someone in this circle, the official special department will definitely be the fastest and most extensive.
Sure enough, the official person in charge quickly sent the identity and information of the master to Yan Shixun, and also sent Yan Shixun the master's contact information for his other needs.
However, Yang Tu did not know the stories behind these. In his opinion, Yan Shixun, who could easily talk about things that happened several years ago, was undoubtedly a friend of the master back then.
Then, the rest of what Yan Shixun said was naturally true.
Yang Tu froze.
He hesitated for a moment, then carefully glanced at the pale skeletons that were constantly stirring on the wall. He shuddered and whispered tremblingly, "Yang Yun, I want to go to Yang Yun's place."
Yang Tu gritted his teeth and explained everything to Yan Shixun.
It turned out that the soul-calming well in the backyard of the village party secretary's house was built because Yang Duo's ghost often haunted the village party secretary's house, disrupting his normal life, so he was forced to ask someone to build it.
And in the seventh lunar month every year, when the ghost aura is at its strongest, not only the village party secretary's family, but almost all members of the Yang family can feel a gaze following them like a shadow, as if Yang Duo is hiding in the dark, staring at them with a cold gaze.
This situation happened every year, and there was no exception even when Yang Tu crossed the mountain to Jiazifen Village.
Until today during the day.
As soon as he stepped into the door of the farm house, Yang Tu was surprised to find that the gloomy feeling had disappeared, as if Yang Duo had not come to the farm house with him.
With doubts, Yang Tu told this matter to Yang Yun, but got a mysterious smile from Yang Yun.
"Yang Yun told me that as long as they are in the farmhouse, Yang Duo will not come in. He has found a way to live in peace with Yang Duo."
Yang Tu was originally much shorter than the tall and slender Yan Shixun, and now being carried by Yan Shixun, he looked even smaller, like a poor little kid being bullied by a bully.
"Although he didn't tell me what the method was, he said something very strange, 'Don't get caught up in her world, and I will protect you.' That's why I wanted to find Yang Yun just now."
Yan Shixun frowned and silently repeated what Yang Yun said in his heart.
What is "her world"?
However, Yang Tu's words confirmed his guess. Those skeletons really did not dare to enter the farm house.
But why was it that only the skeleton could suddenly appear behind him? How could Yang Yun and Nong Jiale have such a deterrent effect on these skeletons? What was the method of peaceful coexistence that Yang Yun mentioned?
He had observed Yang Yun during the day and realized that Yang Yun should not be capable of these things at all.
"Brother Yan." Yang Tu sniffed and looked up at Yan Shixun pitifully: "My hand hurts."
Yan Shixun blinked, came out of his thoughts, and sneered, "Let you go, and then let you continue running?"
He pointed to a row of houses not far ahead and said, "Zhang Wubing and the others live over there. When you ran towards Yang Yun, did you ever think that you were actually leading that thing towards them?"
Yang Tu, who was so shocked that he didn't realize what happened, knew he had done something wrong and shrunk his shoulders: "I'm sorry."
Since the skeleton cannot enter the farmhouse, it does not pose a threat to the program team for the time being. The most urgent task is to remind the program team that there is danger outside and not to leave the room.
Yan Shixun was ready to give up sleep tonight and stay with the program crew until dawn.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Zhang Wubing.
However, after clicking Send, a bright red exclamation mark appeared on the interface.
No signal?
Yan Shixun frowned, only to find that the signal bar above the phone had turned completely gray, and there was no signal at all.
He tried other methods again, but no matter he was calling, sending messages, or using his personal account, there was no signal. However, the phone interface remained on the previous page, and he could view the previously loaded pictures and message records at will.
It’s as if the time on the phone is frozen at a certain moment.
Yan Shixun glanced at the time on his phone, it was just a few minutes past midnight.
He casually threw the phone into his pocket, then held Yang Tu's hand and walked towards the room of the program crew, ready to instruct Zhang Wubing in person.
As Yan Shixun walked away, he calmly said to Yang Tu, who was still twisting in his hands, "You live alone, right? If you are so scared, then you should leave. Stay in the same room with me for now, so that if something happens to you again, I won't have to come and save you."
Yang Tu subconsciously wanted to refuse.
"Yang Duo's hatred towards your uncle seems to have never diminished. As his nephew, you must be familiar to Yang Duo."
Yan Shixun directly blocked Yang Tu's words: "Yang Duo is from Jiazifen Village, and because the people of Jiazifen Village died here, even their bodies were buried here. Since you know that Yang Duo turned into a ghost and came back to find you, you should have heard that ghosts are particularly ferocious in the place where they died and were buried."
"Boy, you dare to be so casual after entering Yang Duo's base camp, do you want to die?" Yan Shixun said half-truthfully: "Although carrying a corpse is very heavy, you look like you weigh dozens of kilograms. But considering that the meal the village secretary cooked yesterday was delicious, I will carry you back with reluctance. I hope the village secretary and your second uncle won't cry too miserably."
Yang Tu froze, then stopped struggling dejectedly and obediently let Yan Shixun drag him away.
A faint smile appeared in Yan Shixun's eyes and he nodded with satisfaction.
But as soon as he approached the room, Yan Shixun suddenly felt something was wrong.
It's too quiet.
Although the night in the mountains was not like in the city, where there was still noise from the streets and neighbors' homes, it was exceptionally quiet. But this kind of silence still seemed extremely abnormal.
With Yan Shixun's good hearing, he couldn't hear any slight noise coming from the room. Even the sounds of insects chirping, wind blowing plants, and leaves shaking in the courtyard disappeared.
You have to know that variety show stars snore when they sleep. If he slept in the room, Yan Shixun should have heard his snoring.
The rooms in the farmhouse all have large French windows facing south, which are convenient for getting full sunlight during the day. However, some guests and staff were not so considerate. Before going to find Yang Tu, Yan Shixun took a glance and saw that many people did not draw the curtains.
So Yan Shixun did not rush forward and knock on the door, but pulled Yang Tu and walked along the side path to the front yard of the farmhouse facing the floor-to-ceiling window.
“Crack, crack…”
The heavy rubber soles of the Martin boots fell on the wooden board in front of the French windows, making a slight sound that made your teeth ache.
Yan Shixun tried to walk as lightly as possible, frowned and looked towards the floor-to-ceiling window next to him. His figure was reflected in the glass.
Then, he suddenly froze in place.
Yang Tu, who was behind, didn't expect Yan Shixun to stop suddenly. He failed to stop his foot and hit Yan Shixun's back directly. His nose hurt from the impact of his strong back muscles and he almost cried.
"Brother Yan?" In the quiet environment, Yang Tu did not dare to make too much noise and could only ask Yan Shixun cautiously in a whisper.
But Yan Shixun no longer has the energy to devote to Yang Tu.
——There was no figure in the room behind the French window.
Even the bedding on the two beds was neatly made, and there was no extra luggage or other belongings in the room, as if no one had ever stayed in this room.
But Yan Shixun remembered very clearly that this should have been the room for variety show hosts and male celebrities.
He walked quickly towards the next room.
No one, no one, no one...
Still no one!
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the last room, at this moment, Yan Shixun felt that his blood had almost stopped flowing, and the chill spread up his spine.
All the rooms were empty. Not only did none of the rooms have curtains drawn, but every room was also tidy, with no signs that anyone had ever lived there.
Even the one that was supposed to be Yeli was like this.
Even on the rattan chairs and low tables near the floor-to-ceiling windows in several rooms, Yan Shixun saw a thick layer of dust accumulated on the glass tables, which obviously had not been cleaned for a long time.
What's going on?
Yan Shixun frowned and wanted to send a message to Zhang Wubing to ask.
However, the phone's interface remained the same as before, messages could not be sent, and there was still no signal.
He immediately stretched out his arm and opened the French window.
With a "swish", the glass door opened and fresh air rushed into the room from the courtyard.
A stale and dusty smell also hit him in the face, choking Yan Shixun so much that he quickly leaned back to avoid it.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Yang Tu was unable to avoid it and was hit directly by the dust, and started coughing.
He fanned the dust in front of himself with his hands, looked into the room with half-opened eyes, and then he almost fainted.
"Eh? Where's Brother Zhang? Where's Brother An? Why aren't they here?" Yang Tu's eyes were wide open, confused by the situation in front of him.
Yan Shixun stretched out his long legs and stepped lightly into the room.
The originally pure white bedding was covered with a thick layer of dust, turning black and yellow. When he stretched out his slender fingers and scraped across the glass low table, the marks left by his fingertips were a centimeter thick.
This is... Has no one lived here and hasn't been cleaned for half a year to a year?
Yan Shixun’s eyes darkened.
Yang Tu was still looking around in confusion, while Yan Shixun had already turned around and walked out with big strides.
"Brother Yan, where are you going?" Yang Tu was dumbfounded.
"Yang Yun's room."
Yan Shixun remembered very clearly that the house Yang Yun lived in was different from that of all the others.
Even though the farm stay made money, Yang Yun still lived in the dilapidated house where he and his mother had lived for more than 20 years because he missed his mother.
Yan Shixun bent his slender fingers and knocked on the ramshackle door of the old house.
"Yang Yun, are you asleep? I am Yan Shixun, and I have something to ask you." He called Yang Yun's name softly.
However, there was no sound in the house.
A bad guess emerged in Yan Shixun's mind.
He applied a little force with his palm, and the door slowly slid back with an unpleasant sound of door hinges rubbing against each other.
The door was not locked at all.
There was no light on in the house, and the already simple room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.
However, on the eight-immortals table facing the door, there were several wine bottles and plates placed upside down in a mess.
It was as if there were people partying and drinking in the house just before the door opened.
But the plate was filled with things that had rotted and dried to black, and it was hard to tell what vegetables they were. The upside-down wine bottle was also covered with a thick layer of dust.
On the corner of the worn-out eight-immortals table, there was a little blood that had oxidized into black and red. The stool where he tripped and the concrete floor were also covered with large patches of oxidized blood.
But there was no sign of Yang Yun.
The smell of rot and rust mixed with dust was so unpleasant that it made one feel depressed.
Yan Shixun's pupils shrank.
He remembered clearly that he had just been to Yang Yun's house a few hours ago, and it was here that Yang Yun told him about the past with his mother. At that time, although the house was shabby and simple, everything was neat and clean, and it looked like someone was living there. There was nothing on the table, not to mention blood.
But this place has been left untouched for half a year with no one cleaning it or living in it.
The party was interrupted midway, and the wine bottles smashed on the ground, leaving ugly wine stains. Blood spilled all over the floor and the table as he stumbled, tripping over the stools. The hastily ended party ended without a follow-up, and no one even came to clean up the leftovers on the table. They just sat there until they rotted and dried, and were covered with thick dust and sealed behind the door.
No one has discovered this place, and no one alive knows what happened here.
Even Yang Yun, one of the parties involved, has disappeared.
Yan Shixun had no idea what was going on here. His mind, which had been running at a rapid speed, was like a spinning locomotive that had gotten stuck, with the hemp thread tangled into a tangled mess, and he couldn't tell cause and effect.
A huge part of the clue was missing, so much so that Yan Shixun couldn't even guess.
"Brother Yan? Didn't you tell me not to come to see Yang Yun? Why are you here again? The lights in his room are off, so I'm afraid he's already asleep."
Yang Tu, who was several steps behind in catching up, trotted to Yan Shixun's side, still muttering in confusion.
But when he raised his head, and had to squint because of the darkness, and stretched his head to look into the room, he was suddenly startled when he saw clearly what was on the Eight Immortals Table.
“Ah?” Yang Tu felt that his eyes must be going blind, otherwise how could he even have hallucinations: “What’s going on with Yang Yun? He wasn’t like this before?”
Yan Shixun slowly turned his head and looked at Yang Tu with a heavy gaze: "You don't know either?"
Yang Tu was completely confused and shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't been to Jiazifen Village for half a year. How can I know what happened to Yang Yun? I wanted to ask him at night, but he just drove me away and said it was for my own good. But Yang Yun is a very clean person, with a similar personality to his mother. He shouldn't have made things so dirty."
Yang Tu was choked by the smell in the room, and quickly pinched his nose, and said in a muffled voice: "What's that smell? Why does it smell like the warehouse where pork was stored when I was a child?"
Of course it is similar.
Yan Shixun paused for a moment, but did not say anything because he did not want Yang Tu to be too scared and cause him to do trouble again.
Because they are essentially the same smell.
—The stale smell of decay and dust produced when meat and blood are piled up in a closed space for a long time.
He raised his leg and stepped over the threshold of the house, nimbly avoiding the blood that had already dried and coagulated on the ground, and walked towards the depths of the house shrouded in darkness.
When Yan Shixun came to visit Yang Yun during the day, he noticed that the house was bare. Apart from an octagonal table for dining, the only piece of furniture was a rattan cabinet that was half a person's height. It was so old and so shaky that it could only be placed against the wall.
Yan Shixun's footsteps were very light. His muscles were strong and not as light as feathers, and the soles of his Martin boots were thick, but when he walked across the rough concrete floor of the house, he made almost no sound.
As his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, the outlines of the objects in the house slowly appeared in his field of vision. He scanned the room vigilantly and carefully, not missing any possibility.
The darkness blurred all the details. The shadows in the corners and cracks were like ghosts. Danger lurked in the unknown.
In the dead silence, his eyes looked at the person who came.
Yan Shixun saw that there were offerings placed on the rattan cabinet against the wall.
There was a funeral couplet with black characters on a white background pasted on the wall, but the incense in the incense burner was two short and one long, and the white candles were tilted to this and that. The steamed buns piled high on the plate had long since dried up and shrunk, becoming ugly, and the fruit had rotted into smelly water, with yellow and white maggots wriggling their bodies.
No one has taken care of this temporary altar for a long time.
And most importantly—
Since there is a elegiac couplet, and the words reveal that the person being mourned is a mother, combined with Yang Yun's experience, this should be where Yang Yun used to offer sacrifices and worship his mother.
However, considering the close relationship between Yang Yun and his mother, who had depended on each other for more than twenty years, why could he allow his mother's altar to become so dirty and messy, without even sweeping the dust, as if he had never been back?
Especially...
Where did the portrait that should have been hung in the middle go?
Yan Shixun looked at the empty wall in the middle of the elegiac couplet and frowned.
He wanted to go closer to see what was going on. He wanted to find clues about Yang Yun's whereabouts from the objects left behind in the room, and find out what happened in the house half a year ago.
But just as he raised his long legs, he suddenly heard the sound of suona coming faintly from a distance.
The suona's sound was extremely high-pitched, like a sharp sword that broke through the dead silence of the night, penetrated the heavy and depressing atmosphere of the village, and pierced straight into people's souls.
It's like an unwilling cry and angry questioning, poking people's spine and questioning the good and evil in their lives.
Yan Shixun paused.
He turned his head expressionlessly, calmed down and carefully identified the source of the sound.
The suona sounded higher and higher, rising again and again, like anger and resentment that had never subsided. However, in such a high pitch, there was actually a hint of joy from the gongs and drums.
It doesn't seem like mourning for someone's departure, but rather like musicians playing music to celebrate the upcoming new life.
The suona is played from birth to death, and no matter whether it is red or white, it is the tune of farewell and opening the way.
Sending someone to marry, or...
Send someone to a funeral.
Yan Shixun has traveled to many relatively traditional or backward areas, and has witnessed more than once happy weddings and sad funerals, so he is no stranger to the sound of suona.
However, although he did not know how to play the suona and was not well versed in music, he could tell from the somewhat familiar tune that it was not a funeral song.
It's about celebrating the joy of getting married.
"What's that sound?" Yang Tu shuddered and felt every hair on his body stand up. A tingling sensation spread from his back across his skin, and even his muscles became stiff.
"This, this sounds creepy." Yang Tu, who was originally scared, suddenly felt that he was making too much of a fuss and was a little embarrassed when he saw Yan Shixun's expressionless face.
So he forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and tried to ease the weird atmosphere by laughing.
Yan Shixun remembered the strange vision he had seen in the village during the day.
There is also the girl with a bright smile named Jiang Yanran.
Jiang Yanran had clearly taken him to see Yang Duo's daughter's wedding, and he saw with his own eyes the village mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law coming to see Yang Duo off and celebrate. But when Jiang Yanran pushed him out of Yang Duo's yard, all he saw was a field of weeds and abandoned village houses.
Even the villagers said that no one was left in Yang Duo's family.
Is there any connection between the suona used in wedding ceremonies nowadays and the scene of Yang Duo’s wedding at that time?
Besides, Jiang Yanran also said that they had to prepare for their daughter's marriage.
But if we calculate the time, if it was really a wedding ceremony of "sun sets, moon rises", then the wedding should have been over several hours ago.
Yan Shixun had never seen any normal family marrying off their daughter in the middle of the night.
However, judging from the direction from which the suona sound came, it was in the village.
Yan Shixun remembered that the villagers told him that no girls had been born in Jiazifen Village for a long time and the village was full of boys.
——Since all people of marriageable age are men, then who is getting married in today's wedding?
Yan Shixun turned around and quickly walked out of Yang Yun's dilapidated house and stood in the courtyard of the farmhouse, trying to distinguish the sound carefully again.
But he discovered something unexpectedly.
——After the suona sounded, the pale skeletons that had climbed up the wall but stopped before, not daring to enter the farmhouse yard, all seemed to have received some kind of instructions. They scrambled to stretch out their arm bones to grab the cracks in the brick and stone walls, and climbed into the farmhouse yard one after another.
The moon, which was originally covered by dark clouds, reappeared at some point.
But the moonlight is like blood, no longer bright.
The blood-red light spread all over the earth, like a river of blood that flooded the entire village.
The Moon Mountain that surrounds the village is tall and silent. The leaves on the mountain are as red as blood, casting heavy shadows on the earth. The shadows float and sway, like dancing and roaring ghosts.
And Moon Creek is blood red, and the blood hits the land.
The sound of the suona continued, but the sound, which was originally vague and empty, as if coming from a very far distance, became louder and higher.
It seems to be getting closer and closer from far away.
The sound of gongs and drums mixed with the voices of people celebrating and cheering, the giggles of girls, the blessings from the mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, and the cheers of the villagers.
These sounds mixed together, seeming extremely festive and lively.
It seemed like someone was really marrying off their daughter in the middle of the night. The scene was grand and lively, and the entire village participated in it.
The entire Jiazifen Village, which had been silent in the quiet of the night, suddenly came alive.
Yan Shixun remembered that Jiang Yanran had repeatedly told him during the day not to go out after dark no matter what noise he heard.
So Jiang Yanran knew that the village would marry off girls at night? Then why did she remind him of the time of the wedding ceremony?
However, apart from the distant sound, the most important thing at the moment is——
However, in just a few minutes, the skeletons that were previously blocked outside the wall had flipped over the top of the wall one after another.
They fell to the ground, then stood up unsteadily and walked slowly towards the only living person left in the yard.
Even the soil not far away made a slight sound.
The soil was dug up, and the gorgeous flowers were stepped on, their roots broken. A pale and stiff corpse slowly crawled out from the burial ground. Its rotten body stood up again, pausing after each step, and staggered towards Yan Shixun.
Those corpses died with their eyes open and covered in dried and oxidized blood. Their appearance of death was horrifying, and they stared at Yan Shixun with a pair of turbid and lifeless eyeballs.
They raised their stiff arms and stretched out their cold, pale palms towards Yan Shixun, as if asking for something.
Yan Shixun's gaze swept across the yard in front of him, taking in the dead bodies surrounding him from all directions. There was no trace of fear on his expressionless face, only his thoughts were working rapidly.
He didn't know what the skeletons were afraid of in the farmhouse and stopped moving forward. He also didn't know why the sound of the suona made them suddenly stop being afraid and rush into the yard frantically.
But the yard was no longer safe.
Yan Shixun quickly came to his senses, turned around, pulled up Yang Tu, who was still in a daze in the house, and walked away with his long legs.
"Brother Yan, what are we going to do?"
Yang Tu was dragged away unexpectedly. He was still asking questions to Yan Shixun in a daze, but when he walked into the yard, he heard the complicated sounds of bone joints colliding and looked in the direction of the sound, and he took a breath.
He couldn't help but swear: "Fuck! So many!"
Yan Shixun didn't have time to say anything else. His eyes quickly swept across the room not far away, still thinking about the people in the program crew.
The program crew is not here.
Right under his nose, everyone in the program crew disappeared without a trace, and even the room was covered with dust.
If we continue to stay here and suppress and kill these dead bodies and skeletons, I'm afraid we won't be able to guarantee the safety of everyone in the program crew.
Or leave the farm house to find out the truth and find the members of the program crew.
Yan Shixun made a prompt decision. He decisively pulled Yang Tu and cautiously walked towards them.
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