"When we get here, you can see for yourself.
I can't tell you clearly anyway."
After the driver finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the mountain.
The mountain roads here are far less good than those on Ludao.
It is no exaggeration to say that in Ludao, even the remote mountain villages have cement roads.
But Mang Mountain obviously has the intention of protecting it, or it could be said that there are not many villages living on the mountain, because the roads up the mountain are all gravel roads.
It may also be due to the desertion.
With the existence of Fengmen Village, the nearby villages may have moved away.
Since they have all moved away, there will be no one on the mountain, and road construction will be a waste.
There are many tombs along the road, but they all have tombstones, and they all look relatively new.
It is said that there are tombs on Mang Mountain, tombs after tombs, and tombs after tombs.
It is really the case.
You can see the tombs if you turn your eyes casually.
Now Mang Mountain is indeed a geomantic treasure land, with the land high and the water low.
After walking for a long time and twisting and turning, I finally reached a village.
However, the village was quiet, but I could see an old man sitting on the threshold of some people's houses.
But most of the houses are said to be closed, and some even have locks on them.
"What's the matter with this village where there are no people, but there are people?"
I said, pointing to the village.
"Hey, let's not talk anymore."
The driver shook his head and said, "Cancer Village, many people died in this village, all because of cancer.
Almost every household has someone dying of terminal illness, so all the living people have gone out, especially It is those young people who have made money outside and bought a house and will not come back.
Even those who work outside would rather rent a house than come back.
The rest are the elderly and those who cannot afford to go out to make a living.
Almost There are no people left, and the remaining elderly people are basically receiving government subsidies.”
I frowned slightly and asked in disbelief: "Have you ever found out why it's so miserable?"
"No one has checked, but it is said that it is due to Feng Shui.
It is said that this village is in the tiger's mouth.
It belongs to the mouth of the eye-catching white tiger.
Think about it, what will happen to the village in the tiger's mouth."
The driver said casually, and there was also something in his words. have no choice.
It’s not that I don’t believe in Feng Shui, but it’s really unbelievable that Feng Shui will affect the entire village, especially since the village is still on the mountain and there is no industrial pollution such as factories around it.
Over the years, the environment has been polluted due to economic development, which has caused many people to suffer from terminal diseases due to the impact of the polluted environment.
However, this village is obviously not affected by industrial pollution.
Perhaps it is really a Feng Shui problem as the driver said.
Then the car continued to go around the mountain road with eighteen bends, and finally entered another village.
There are many cement bungalows in the village, but they are not very popular.
After all, they have all been moved away.
There was an old man standing there in a daze at the entrance of the village, looking at our car.
Maybe no one had come for a long time, but a car suddenly came, which was something new, so the old man stopped to watch.
"Uncle, long time no see, how are you?"
The driver stopped next to the old man, pressed down the glass, and greeted the old man.
"Oh, it's Yongsheng.
Oops, I made a lot of money outside and bought a car."
The old man looked at the driver in surprise, and the driver hurriedly handed over a cigarette.
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"Haha, it's okay.
I'm just trying to make a living.
I haven't been back for a long time, so I'll just come back and have a look."
The driver said casually.
If I hadn't forced him, he wouldn't have come back.
"What you want is what you want."
The old man clicked on his cigarette and said, "People, you can't forget your roots.
Even if you make a lot of money outside, you still have to remember that you came from us.
You can't forget your roots.
Your roots are here. of."
"Yes, you are right, I still have something to do, please slow down."
"Okay."
The old man waved to us.
The driver obviously didn't want to get ink anymore, so he walked forward.
The car drove to the creek in front of the village.
The creek was still a bit far away, because there was no way down, so we had to walk.
We walked down the path.
The whole village was really quiet.
Many vegetable gardens were abandoned.
Only a few fields not far away had vegetables.
The green of the vegetable fields was in sharp contrast with the surrounding brown soil.
It's clear at a glance.
We walked to the edge of the creek.
Anyway, the creek is not big, the water flow is not fast, and it is not clear, but it is full of green, which is comfortable for the eyes.
"What's so special about this stream?"
I looked at the driver in confusion.
The driver didn't look at me, then raised his hand and looked at his watch, and then said: "It's almost time, wait a minute."
I also checked the time.
It was almost nine o'clock in the morning.
I didn't know what riddle the driver was playing.
Ten minutes later, the sun came out.
The sun came out very late today.
It can usually be seen at seven o'clock in the morning.
I don't know if it is relatively late here.
Then after coming out, the originally cool stream suddenly became hot.
The driver was looking straight at the stream.
I was curious about what he was waiting for, so I also looked at the stream.
I thought there was some big fish or monster or floating corpse.
Suddenly, a little red suddenly appeared in the middle of the stream, and then the red slowly spread on the water at an extremely fast speed.
Within half an hour, the entire stream turned blood red.
The driver suddenly turned his head to look at me, and I gasped.
"What?"
I turned to look at the driver and asked, "How could this happen?"
"I didn't know that when we were young, or even in junior high school, this stream was always green.
We went to the stream to swim and fish.
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Every household carried water here to eat, and washed vegetables and clothes here.
But who knew A few years ago, not long after the incident in Fengmen Village, the stream became what it is now.
There are rumors that the blood in the stream belongs to the more than 300 people."
After the driver finished speaking, he couldn't help but slap.
Chills.
This was very strange, so I asked the driver: "When will the water turn green again?"
"It must be in the evening, sometimes around three o'clock, sometimes around four o'clock, sometimes around six o'clock."
The driver scratched his forehead and said.
"Do you come out every day?"
I continued to ask.
"That's not true.
It's just luck that I came across one today.
Sometimes there aren't any for several days, and sometimes there are for several days in a row."
The driver shrugged and said.
"Have there been any accidents since this situation occurred, such as death or something?"
I asked in a low voice.
"There are dead people, but they are all from diseases, and they are also cancers, but there are not as many as in cancer villages.
Also, there are often fish in the water with their belly turned white, and they die inexplicably.
The villagers say that they were killed by those three people.
The whole family was killed," the driver said with an ugly expression.
"Then we didn't find anyone to check the water quality, or take the dead fish for examination," I asked.
"Yes, the water quality was checked and it was normal.
The fish were not poisoned.
They said they were drowned."
The driver himself found it funny and said, "You said these experts really should have said that the fish were drowned.
Drowning from lack of oxygen":