"Post red paper, ghosts scream."
Lao Man came over mysteriously, grinned his yellow teeth and spit out six words, then stared at us without saying a word.
"Don't say half-hearted words.
If you have any questions, hurry up and let it go," Dachun glared and said impatiently.
Old Man shrank his neck, smiled awkwardly, and told the news he had found out during the day.
The so-called red paper and ghosts started twenty years ago, and it was the same at that time.
Whoever has a red paper posted on his door will die the next day.
At that time, people were panicking, and seven or eight people died.
In the end, the current head of the ancient village found the murderer and put the matter to rest.
"No, no" Dachun shook his head and said: "According to you, this matter was a big deal at the beginning, right?"
"That's right" Lao Man nodded, "Everyone who is older knows about this.
Otherwise, if they hear about it during the day, they will be as scared as if their biological father died."
"Let me ask you, how old is the breakfast shop owner today?"
Dachun asked with his lips raised.
"Nearly, almost forty," Old Man said with a frown.
After saying this, he was stunned.
The shop owner was nearly forty years old.
He was a great young man twenty years ago, that is to say, twenty years ago.
He knows it very well.
In this case, why didn't he feel anything strange after seeing the red paper today, and he was still selling breakfast happily.
Something was obviously wrong, and Lao Man now realized that something was wrong.
"What's going on?"
Lao Man scratched his head.
He squatted on the ground and smoked a dry pipe.
"There must be something inside here" I said in a deep voice, regardless of what happened back then, the snack bar owner must have taken notice, otherwise he would not have put the red paper behind the counter.
Now that he was interested, he could happily make breakfast as if nothing had happened.
There was only one possibility.
Someone had given him a guarantee that he would not die.
"Yes, that's what happened."
After the analysis, Lao Man took a puff of his pipe, slapped his hand and said.
The only difficulty now is what happened back then Those villagers either kept silent or didn't know anything.
They only knew one thing, and that was that if a red paper was posted on the door of a house, it was equivalent to a death sentence.
"How many people died that year?"
I asked.
Lao Man was stunned for a moment, counted his fingers, made a sign of seven, and then put it down after thinking about it.
Compared an eight.
"How many died?"
Dachun asked angrily.
"Seven died and one was stupid."
Lao Man was a little afraid of Dachun, so he shrank his neck and said.
"Where is the stupid one, take us there?"
Dachun's eyes lit up and he grabbed Lao Man's neck.
"Let go and I will take you there," Lao Man said with a sad face.
I didn't say anything and followed them with a sullen face.
I couldn't see through Lao Man.
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He was sometimes yin and sometimes yang.
I'm not sure whether there is anything else in his body.
When I was in Manbangzhai, I remember him saying that only the clan leader and priest could speak Mandarin.
He was the clan leader and priest, and the only one in the clan who could speak Mandarin.
Moreover, he rarely went out of the mountains.
He went out to the mountains three times since he was a child.
It was enforced by the government to move them out of the mountains.
The time each time was short and they were still in the county.
In other words, Lao Man was also unfamiliar with the people in Manru Village.
There were only two or three people he was familiar with, and they were all guides.
During the day.
It's not like we haven't tried asking the villagers, but the results are the same.
Whenever the matter of posting red paper is mentioned, they are all afraid of us and refuse to say a word.
In this case.
How did Lao Man ask and how did he get this information.
No matter what his plans are, at least for now, we can't touch him.
Follow the bluestone path in the village, all the way down.
When we arrived at the end of the village, this area was almost separated from Manru Village.
Going further into the mountains, there were only two broken bamboo buildings standing here.
"Is there anyone?"
Dachun held the flashlight for a long time but couldn't find the door.
Half of the two bamboo buildings collapsed, covering the door.
The bottom was hollow, and most of the steps leading up were rotten, making it impossible to climb up.
After asking for a long time, no one responded.
I was about to turn around and leave.
Lao Man approached me and shouted in a high voice: "Is there anyone there?"
"Fuck, I've been shouting for so long and no one answered.
If you shout, someone will be there."
Dachun curled his lips disdainfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a click from inside.
Dachun suddenly opened his mouth wide and stared at the two dilapidated bamboo buildings with a pair of bull's eyes.
Lao Man didn't reveal Dachun's shortcomings, he just took a sip of his pipe pot.
The noise inside became louder and louder.
Someone was moving.
After waiting for nearly a minute, the rotten bamboo window was smashed, and a disheveled head stuck out, looking at us coldly.
"Are you Dao Meihua?"
When Lao Man saw the person, he immediately approached him and asked with a smile.
The man lifted his hair, revealing a pitch-black face, but his cold eyes disappeared and turned into a look of stupidity.
"Hehe, hehe"
She tilted her head, making a meaningless giggle, and her body swayed accordingly.
"Are you Dao Meihua?"
Lao Man took a handful of Yahuazi, leaned over and asked again.
"Smash you to death, crush you to death" Her eyes suddenly changed, she yelled through gritted teeth, and several fist-sized stones were thrown out, hitting Old Man.
"Ouch" Lao Man screamed in pain and staggered back.
On the bamboo building, the woman whom Lao Man called Dao Meihua was still going crazy.
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She was still shouting that I would smash you to death, but her voice gradually became smaller and she shrank back.
I squinted at the rotten bamboo window.
The woman's surname was Dao, which is a common surname among the Dai people.
It is also very rare in Manru Village, there seems to be only one like this.
What surprised me was how she survived.
You can tell by the look on her face that she had been in the bamboo house for who knows how long, what she ate and what she drank.
"Let's go, this is a lunatic" Dachun pinched my shoulder and said helplessly.
I nodded.
I didn’t realize it when I came here for the first time, but now it seems that this small Manru Village has quite a lot of hidden things.
"Post red paper, ghosts scream, haha" Just after taking a few steps, a shrill scream came from the two bamboo buildings, followed at any time by a burst of sad laughter.
I paused.
Whether this woman is pretending to be crazy or really crazy, I have no idea.
After returning to his residence, Lao Man stopped complaining.
He covered his head and groaned for a long time without even analyzing it.
He turned around and went back.
Before leaving, he specifically told us that we had better not run around at night.
"Xiao Ming, what do you mean by this shitty night?"
Dachun stood at the window, looking at Lao Man's back and asked.
"It's not interesting.
His current identity is suspicious.
We can't tell which of his words are true and which of them are false."
I thought about it and said, the most critical issue is that these people who died recently are very weird, their souls are gone.
Whether it is natural death or violent death, at least the soul is still there after death.
In Lubei Village, the soul was gone after death.
That is Huangpizi's seduction, which can be seen and touched.
But now this time, whether it was the watchman or the breakfast shop owner, they all died in front of me.
If there was something unusual, I couldn't possibly not know it, but I just didn't feel anything.
They were dead and their souls were gone, leaving no trace.
"What do you think they want to do this time?"
Dachun turned around and asked again.
"Who knows, but judging from the current situation, their target may not be just us," I replied. bang bang
As soon as he finished answering, there was a banging sound.
There are two watchmen in Manru Village.
One of them died yesterday.
Today, the watchman has started to watch.
I took a look at the time.
It was already past twelve o'clock.
This watchman was just like the one yesterday, he was late again.
According to normal rules, the watchman starts knocking on his bangle to tell the time at ten o'clock in the evening and ends at four o'clock in the morning.
It's two hours late again today, and I have an ominous feeling that something might happen again tonight.
Dachun and I stood at the window and looked out.
Listening to the sound, the watchman was about to come here
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