Longshan Village is what it is called now.
Three hundred years ago, there was no one here at all.
It was just a deserted meadow.
The village was only gathered together when the Qing Dynasty invaded Guandong in the late Qing Dynasty.
According to information on the Internet, when Longshan Village had the most people, there were only more than 200 households, and now it is the time when the people are the least.
The land is barren and there are no special products.
If you want to support your family, you must go out.
This is the case in Longshan Village.
The population was originally small, but many people have moved out over the years.
There are less than thirty households still in the village.
Among these thirty households, there are no young people.
The only ones left behind are the elderly and children.
It happened to be evening when we arrived.
As soon as we arrived at the entrance of the village, we saw a man leaning on an old tree at the end of the village.
His posture was very strange.
His head and shoulders were pressed against the tree, and the back half of his body was exposed, as if he were uprooting the tree.
"fellow fellow countryman" Dachun slowed down the car, drove slowly to the side of the tree, rolled down the window and shouted twice, and the man turned his head following the sound.
This is an old man.
The furrows on his face were deep, his hair was shaved, and the gray stubble could be faintly seen.
A black rope as thick as a thumb was hung on a branch as thick as an arm, just close to the old man's neck.
His eyes were wide open and bloodshot inside.
The corners of his mouth were blue, and it could be seen that he was dead.
"Hey, I came here to meet a man who died violently."
Dachun scratched his head and kept pressing the horn.
Someone was hanged here.
We can't be allowed to come forward to solve the problem.
We have to notify the village.
After honking the horn for nearly five minutes, only two people came out of the village.
After looking at it from a distance, one walked over and the other went back to call someone.
The person who came over was an old lady in her sixties, with strong legs.
She came over and took a look at the corpse on the tree.
She sighed, then turned her gaze to us and asked, "What do you do?"
"alice friend" Dachun jumped out to two words.
Seeing the confusion on the old lady's face, he added: "He just travels around."
"It doesn't matter what we are doing.
What is important is that someone has hanged himself.
Don't you need to call the police or something?"
Dachun asked pretending to be panicked.
"Need not" The old lady looked like she was used to it, pointed to the corpse and said: "Seven people have died this year.
They are all left-behind elderly people.
Living is also a suffering, but death is more enjoyable."
Dachun and I looked at each other and understood what was going on.
The person who died was an empty-nest old man.
He died in the village on purpose, so that someone could find it and bury the body in time.
If he had died at home, he would have died.
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No one knows that it will rot easily over time.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, we struck up a conversation with the old lady and learned about the situation in the village.
The old lady's surname was Liu.
She said that there were less than thirty people alive in the village.
None of the young people, the youngest is fifty-eight and the oldest is eighty-three, are all empty nesters.
"It's so late, can we stay overnight in the village?"
Seeing people coming from the village to collect the bodies, Dachun asked quickly.
Old Mrs.
Liu raised her head, glanced at us in surprise, and then nodded: "It's up to you.
There aren't many other things in the village, but a lot of empty houses.
If you're not afraid, just live here."
“What’s so scary”
Dachun wanted to get some more information, but more than a dozen old men and women came forward.
Old Mrs.
Liu pointed to the body on the tree and began to deal with it.
These old men and women seemed to be very experienced.
They first covered the corpse's eyes with a piece of white cloth, then stuffed a copper coin into each of the two clenched fists, and stuffed two cotton plugs into the old man's ears.
Then the body was taken off the rope.
The rope was not cut, but was taken off intact, wrapped around the old man's neck again, and finally burned a few pieces of paper money under the tree.
Everything was done in an orderly manner, even if Dachun and I came, that would be it.
Blindfolded.
The purpose of plugging the ears is to seal the sight and hearing of the corpse.
For someone like him who died violently, the soul has not left the body for twelve hours after death and can still feel the outside world, so it must be sealed.
The money was stuffed in his hand to make his departure easier.
As the saying goes, if you have money in your pocket, you don't have to worry.
This saying is useful even if you don't put some money in it, especially for empty-nesters like this.
There will be no peace of mind.
As for the rope, it was all about sealing the old man's ghost in his body.
As long as the rope was there, there was no need to worry about the old man rising from the dead.
"It's a decent job, but it's a bit sinister," Dachun muttered in a low voice.
What the Chinese people value is that when a person dies, he will be at peace.
There are three souls: heaven, earth, and humans.
The heavenly soul ascends to heaven, the earthly soul enters the earth, and the human soul, commonly known as ghost, enters the underworld.
What a hanged person fears most is the hanging rope.
If the rope is wrapped around the neck, the three souls will not be able to take it off.
After being trapped in the body, unable to go to heaven or enter the earth, he could only watch his body rotting, and finally dissipated into this world with the body.
I nodded, wondering why they did this.
Logically speaking, even if he died violently, as long as he found a good place to bury the body, it would not affect them at all.
They did this because they planned to imprison the soul in the corpse, as long as the rope was okay and tied around the corpse's neck.
Then even if the ghost wants to dissipate, it will be impossible, and it will be imprisoned in that small tomb forever.
The body was carried to the village committee compound.
The memorial shed had been set up a long time ago.
I looked carefully and found that it was not set up long ago, but that it had not been dismantled since it was set up.
"Always keep the lights on.
The candles are all ready, and the body is placed in the coffin.
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If anyone is willing to keep a vigil, we will keep a watch.
If not, we will nail the coffin."
Old Mrs.
Liu quickly directed the old men and women.
One look at her and she knew that this was not the first time she had done this.
Especially the coffins in the village committee compound.
I counted eighteen coffins.
They are basically the same style, but the materials are good and bad.
No one wanted to keep vigil, so the two old men hammered the nails into the coffin, sealing the old man who had just committed suicide in the coffin.
After finishing the work, Mrs.
Liu shouted, "Let's call it a day."
The old men and women who were working went home.
Old Mrs.
Liu ran directly to us, pointed to the coffins and rain shelters all over the yard, and asked with a smile: "Is this the first time you have seen such a scene?"
“Definitely the first time” We nodded at the same time and looked at these coffins.
We could also see that this was obviously the rhythm of preparing to die.
It was impossible to say which one would live enough.
Just like the old man just now, he would find a place to commit suicide.
"In a small place, if there is no cremation, no one will take care of it.
I will take care of it.
I am the village chief."
Old Mrs.
Liu said with a smile, not shying away from the issue of burial.
"That's the nail in the coffin.
His family won't cause trouble when they come back," Dachun asked again.
Old Mrs.
Liu pouted and said whether she could come back was another matter.
The old man's two sons took their wives to work outside.
They haven't come back for two years.
In the past, they would send some money if they didn't come back.
But they haven't even sent any money for more than a year.
If they weren't forced to a certain point, who would want to die?
As for the coffin in the yard.
Most of the time, this is the case.
Living is boring, and you don’t want to die for a while, so you prepare a coffin in advance.
When you have lived enough, you can find a rope to hang it up.
If the person dies, the village will put the person in a coffin in the compound and end everything.
If you don't prepare a coffin and no one comes home, it's easy to just wrap it up in a mat and bury it in the back hill.
There is a mass grave in the village, where the dead are buried.
Old Mrs.
Liu's words made me feel cold.
This village is the most normal and saddest village where Dragon Vein is located.
According to what Old Mrs.
Liu said, more than one person was hanged on the old poplar tree at the head of the village.
I somewhat understand why so many people were hanged there.
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There is no Yin Qi, and there are no soul-locking ghosts.
According to It's strange that they handle it like this "You can live here if you want, for as long as you want, it's all empty anyway."
Old Mrs.
Liu talked for a long time, glanced at the sky that was about to get dark, and lost interest in chatting.
She waved her hands and asked us to follow, "But one thing I want to tell you is that the village is not peaceful.
Don't come out and cause trouble at night if you have nothing to do."
Go, or else you’ll be captured by ghosts.”
These words made us stunned.
I didn't feel any yin energy here, not even in the village committee compound full of coffins.
Is there anything else in the village that said: