"You saved me," I asked, gasping.
"Then you still use the rope nickname, you shouldn't touch that Bensu."
The old lady said.
"Ahh I asked the old lady why she couldn't touch the book, and what was going on in the room.
The old lady said slowly, in a very incomprehensible dialect, that the book was a spirit flag, which could awaken something evil.
Thinking back to what I had just seen, the corpse was supposed to be sealed in the wall, but when I came across the book, I was about to turn the pages when the corpse moved.
"Isn't it like breaking the seal of the corpse when you touch that book?"
"You can also ask for it."
The same can be said The old lady stood up after speaking, patted the dirt on her body, and she was leaving.
I hurriedly stopped her and asked again what was going on in this house, who was that corpse, and whether it was Lao Potou.
The old lady was silent.
It seemed that she wasn't going to tell me, and it seemed that she had to ask someone else, so I said thank you to her.
The old lady turned around, smiled at me and nodded, her face wrinkled like dry bark.
Inadvertently, I glanced at her basket.
Underneath the small thin red mattress was covered like a baby On such a cold day, the child was naked, covered by a small thin mattress, and it really wouldn't freeze "Is this child your grandson or granddaughter?"
The old lady stopped, and this time when she looked at me again, there was a clear ferocity in her eyes.
I was so frightened that I closed my mouth and didn't dare to make any more noise.
She said it was her granddaughter.
I nodded hurriedly, thinking that since the old lady was willing to tell me about the child, I would not be so afraid of her, so I asked the old lady again, is the child not cold like this Two lines of old tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, she let out a long sigh, said a word of not being cold, and then staggered away.
Looking at the heavy basket and the frightened deserted house behind me, I couldn't help but shudder.
I ran away from here and ran to the house of the peasant woman whom I had first seen, and she made a good impression on me, and I felt that if I went to her for help, she might help me, so I knocked at her door.
It was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy who opened the door, and he turned around and called his mother, saying that there was a man he didn't know.
I could see that he was very nervous, and after a while, the peasant woman herself came out, and when she saw that it was me, she was stunned for two seconds, and let me in.
At this time, a middle-aged man also came out, he was dark-skinned, not tall, and looked to be in his fifties, but I guess he was only about forty years old, but he looked old.
"Whom is it mediated?"
the man asked.
The peasant woman whispered a few quick words to her man in dialect, who looked at me with a frown and finally agreed to let me in.
They took me inside, and the boy poured me a cup of hot water, and I said that I had come back because I had asked them for help.
One is that I don't have a car to take so late, and I need to spend the night, but I can pay the rent, according to the price of the city's general hotel, 300 yuan a night, and I will leave early tomorrow morning.
The man was very simple and said that I gave too much.
I told him that three hundred was not too much to disturb them so presumptuously.
Then I made a second request, I wanted to ask them about the village.
The woman must have immediately understood that what I was going to ask had something to do with Lao Potou, so she let the child go to the back room to read first, and she and her husband stayed with me.
After the child left, the woman asked me if I had already been to the old house.
I nodded, and the man frowned and asked me if I had ever smelled that stench.
"Yes, not only did I smell it, but I heard it."
I said, I didn't dare tell them what I saw, because I don't think they really knew what was in the house.
The two of them gasped at the same time, "Scattering movement" "Like the sound of a mouse.
By the way, did the old slope head hang himself" I stared straight into the woman's eyes.
She hesitated, before she told me that no one knew how Lao Potou died, and when I found the body was soft, I didn't suspect it, but after seeing the living dead in the house, I suspected that the woman was hiding it from me.
The woman nodded.
This time it was my turn to gasp.
I asked her why she hadn't told me that Lao Potou had hanged herself.
She said that she didn't want to talk so much at the time, and that the people in the village didn't want to talk too much about it, so she thought she could just send me away.
I asked again where the village chief took the lead in burying the old Potou after he died.
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The man said that a bachelor like Lao Potou was already good if someone collected the body, but at that time he was wrapped in a broken straw mat and buried in a mountain col, where children who died young, single old people who died of illness, etc.
These people are either unrelated and unlucky, or they are unlucky to enter the ancestral grave, so they will be buried in the mountain col.
I asked him where the col was, it wasn't far from here.
The man looked at me suspiciously, and I quickly explained that I just asked casually, so tell me.
Then the woman spoke, and she said that the col was not close to the village, and that it was a five-mile walk along the winding road, but few people went there, and that there were vultures eating the dead, and that some had heard children crying or something.
There were also frequent traffic accidents on that stretch of the road, but only the people in the village knew what was going on.
The peasant woman's words made my back break out in a cold sweat, so I continued to ask, "What the hell is going on?"
She licked her lips, as if she was very nervous, and then the man spoke for her.
The man told me that some of the people who survived the traffic accident were shocked when they saw someone waving on the side of the road when they told about the accident, but they rushed down the hill just in time to catch up with the sharp bend that was about to pass.
Others said that they saw ghost babies, which were the souls of those dead children, and those ghost babies tricked them and made them think that the col was a flat avenue and drove it directly.
I guess there are some exaggerated stories from the villagers in this part, but I believe that there must be some kind of evil force in that mountain col.
"By the way, why did the old slope head hang himself?"
I asked.
The woman said, didn't you tell me during the day, the child adopted by Lao Potou was a broom star, and after leaving, he killed Lao Potou, and Lao Potou was actually cursed by the child and hanged after falling into the devil.
Hearing this, I suddenly thought of a very terrifying possibility.
"Where did you pick up that kid?"
I asked.
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