"He didn't come out again?"
Li Yunze's heart tightened a little with Zou Xiaotong's concise narration, and he looked at the child in front of him, imagining what his brother would look like when he looked at the light behind him for the last time.
He must have sensed something, that tunnel was eerie, what was waiting for him at the end of it?
Could it really be a brightly colored fox?
Zou Xiaotong nodded, "He didn't come out, those children waited outside for a long time, until the sun waned and the darkness covered the land, they cried and ran back to the village to tell the adults about their brother's disappearance." ” "And then?
Your dad didn't go to your brother?
” Zou Xiaotong sniffed again, "I found it, not only my father, but all the people in the village basically went out, but the group walked to the Lian Ti Tomb, only to find that the entrance of the tunnel had collapsed, and the entrance of the cave was filled by several big stones."
Dad and the others were so surprised that they were about to shovel open the hole with a shovel, but they found a small body resting on a stone tablet not far away.
My brother hung on the mottled stone tablet covered in blood, his two eyeballs were gouged out, and his black-red eyes looked helplessly at the twilight sky. ” Li Yunze felt a chill in his back, and involuntarily reached out to cover his mouth, and he slowly put his hand down, but in his heart he already understood the reason why Zou Min was reluctant to mention Lian Tizuka.
He looked at Zou Xiaotong, who was rubbing his fingers, and asked softly, "Later, your father didn't pursue it again?"
” Zou Xiaotong smiled self-deprecatingly, "He wanted to pursue it, I heard others say that my father was like crazy at the time, and he picked up a shovel and was about to smash the stele, but before others arrived in front of the stele, he saw two puffs of green smoke floating out of the cracks in the stele, winding upward, and turning into two looming shadows at the top of the stele.
When the two female ghosts saw their father holding a shovel, they did not say a word, but at the same time took out two folding fans from their sleeves and fanned them forward.
It didn't matter if it was this one, my dad just felt pain in his eyes, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to jump out of it.
He threw away the shovel and lay on the ground covering his face and howling miserably, but fortunately, the villagers arrived in time to save his father, which saved his eyes. ” Li Yunze's eyes rolled, "Female ghost?
Is there really a ghost there?
” Zou Xiaotong looked at him, "So many people have seen it, don't you still believe it?"
” Li Yunze smiled faintly, "How come, although seeing is not necessarily believing, but this is something that happened under the noses of your whole village, so naturally there will be no fake."
It's just that since then, there hasn't been any strange thing happening near this even Tizuka?
” Zou Xiaotong shook his head, "No, if something like that happens, the people in the village don't allow the children to get half a step closer to there, even the adults, and avoid passing by there at night, so the ancient mound is becoming more and more desolate, and the wild grass around it is frighteningly high. ” As he was talking, there was a sudden knock on the door of the house, seeing this, Zou Xiaotong hurriedly got up from the bed to open the door, and saw his mother standing by the door with a medicine bottle in her hand, he stuck out his tongue, got past her and ran into the yard.
Aunt Zou glanced back at her son, and smiled apologetically at Li Yunze, "This kid, he was excited when he saw someone coming, and he didn't disturb his son, right?"
” Li Yunze smiled, "This kid doesn't recognize life, but he's cheerful." ” Aunt Zou smiled reluctantly, "He's different from his brother."
At this, the smile on her face disappeared halfway, and she put the vial on the edge of the bed, hung her head and turned away.
Li Yunze looked at her rickety back that did not match her age, and silently read three words in his mouth: "Lian Ti Mound." ” The rain stopped, and a full moon rose in the light cloud-covered sky, and the moonlight was indifferent, spreading the gray of the ground.
A black shadow came from a distance towards the mound of Liantizuka, and instead of taking the right path, he sneaked through the wild grass one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked to the stele, the soles of which were already covered with mud, so he had to lean beside the stele, and picked up a root of grass to scrape the mud off.
When he had done it properly, he straightened up and scrutinized the dilapidated but still tall stone tablet in front of him, his withered fingers brushing over the stele.
After groping like this for a while, he grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, "It's really a good thing, it looks like it must be at least a hundred years old, and the stele is so tall that it can't be the tomb of a down-and-out nobleman." ” Thinking of this, he did not dare to delay for a moment, took out a shovel from the cloth bag on the ground, poked and pounded around the stone stele, and finally, he found the right place, the shovel touched a hard stone wall, making a "clang" sound, which sounded crisp and hollow.
He was overjoyed, took the shovel aside, walked to the cloth bag in three or two steps, grabbed out a sharp and thin iron chisel, and quickly turned back to the stone stele, aimed at the deep pit on the ground, and plunged down.
"Boom."
There seemed to be the sound of falling stones inside, smashing into an unknown place, making a crisp and moving sound.
His lips trembled slightly, and he grabbed the shovel again and smashed it down, poking the small hole into a waist-thick hole, and he put down the shovel in his hand, pulled out a bundle of hemp rope from the cuff, tied one end to the stele, and slowly stretched the other end into the hole.
The hemp rope was put more and more, but strangely, the bundle of rope was about to be put away, and the port had not yet touched the bottom of the burial chamber.
He felt that something was wrong in his heart, he had not gone down to a much larger tomb than this, but at most the rope only fell halfway down before it could land on the ground, how could such a small tomb be built so deeply, could it really be related to some special customs?
Thinking of this, he shuddered, and for no reason remembered the words that his companion had warned him when he came, he said: "Don't touch it, that thing is very evil, be careful that you don't catch anything, but you will lose your life." ” A gust of wind hit his back without a head, and his body tensed all of a sudden, but the hemp rope on the ground turned faster, spinning rapidly in a circle, a little abnormally fast, as if someone was desperately pulling the other end of the rope.
Finally, all the ropes were put away, and the hemp rope was stretched straight, and it was motionless between the stele and the hole.
It was only then that he finally realized that something was wrong, but he woke up too late, because there was a slight "click" sound suddenly from the cave, and the hemp rope also vibrated gently with the sound, as if someone was pulling the rope and climbing up.
He stared at the entrance of the cave, watching the dirt tumble out of the hole one by one, and his body seemed to be pressed to the ground, unable to move.