Chapter 44

In Amei's family, Lu Yingjiu had seen that there was a faint black trace on Feng Mao's neck.

It is exactly the same as Ye Deyong in the photo.

In addition, although Feng Mao looked healthy and rosy, Lu Yingjiu had a more heart, and then quietly asked God.

After God, the five senses were strengthened, and he smelled the bloody smell of Feng Mao.

Very light, almost covered by wet rain, but did exist.

He was calm at that time, no voice, and he didn't tell Ye Feng immediately -he knew that Ye Feng attached great importance to his family. At first glance, the second grandfather in the photo had something wrong. road.

Sometimes the care is chaotic, and the village's situation is not touched, so Yeye Feng and Xiao Li are still to appease everyone.

The room in front of me was brightly lit, illuminating the rainy night.

It should be

Warm

It feels a little weird now.

Lu Yingjiu wanted to knock on the door directly, and heard the sound of "Squeak -touch!"

It sounds like the movement of the opening door.

And it is not like the house comes from the house, more like outside the house.

Is it Feng Mao going out?

Lu Yingjiu stunned for a moment and walked to the window to see the house.

Just half a minute ago, there were still figures on the window. Now there are still lights in the house, but there is no one at all in the living room, empty and empty ... Except for a baby cradle, there is a pink hand in it grabbing a wave drum, up and down, up and down shake.

Child?

Lu Yingjiu thought, leaving such a small child at home, Feng Mao went out directly, and it was also big.

He watched silently for a few seconds, and said leisurely, "Go in, let me see if the window is locked."

As soon as he exported, he remembered what he remembered, and hurriedly stopped his leisure added: "Let me come, don't break the windows of others directly."

"Oh." Jing Xian's face was disappointed.

Lu Yingjiu reached out to pull the window.

Fortunately, Feng Mao didn't lock the window at all. As soon as he pulled it, the window opened silently.

He turned lightly, entering the house with a tide of rain, and was embraced by warm air. He followed him and came in.

The room was very quiet, except for the sound of the waves and drums, nothing. Lu Yingjiu probably looked at it, and confirmed that Feng Mao was really gone.

Since he was not there, he was not in a hurry to chase, just searching at his house.

Looking around, several wooden sofas also have scratches on the sofa, which are not deep nor shallow, similar to the AMEI home sofa.

Lu Yingjiu touched his hands and felt the uneven touch of his hands, thinking about it.

The child seemed to sense the movement, and made a series of babbles, not knowing what he was talking about, and continued to shake the rattle. Lu Yingjiu didn't get close, and looked at him from a distance——

It was just a casual glance.

It turned out that there were scratches on the inside of the baby's cradle.

... Human fingernails can't make such marks, let alone such a small child.

Lu Yingjiu thought about it for a while, and said to Jingxian, "I'll go upstairs, you stay downstairs and search for what's in his house."

Jing Xian nodded.

The two of them searched things quickly, one used talisman paper and the other used Yin Qi. Feng Mao's curtains, potted plants, and various small decorations were all automatically without wind. Affected, directly began to jump the snow screen. Anyone who came home suddenly would definitely feel haunted.

Lu Yingjiu put down a book in his hand, thinking that this is indeed a haunted, Jingxian trouble.

He glanced downstairs.

Just happened to meet Jingxian's eyes.

Jing Xian smiled at him.

Lu Yingjiu looked away awkwardly and continued to flip through the next book.

Hei Hair Balls came to play with him again. He was at his feet. Finally, he tried to go to the potted plant at the end of the corridor and was taken away by him.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor, Feng Mao's bedroom was locked. Lu Yingjiu used his excellent lockpicking skills, straightened a paper clip, turned it into the keyhole, and silently pried the door open.

——This time, he finally got something.

The wind brought by the talisman swept the whole room, opened a large book by the bed, and stayed on the middle page.

Inside is a photo.

In the photo, the sun is shining brightly, and Feng Mao and Ye Deyong are standing side by side by the lake in the village.

Feng Mao smiled brightly, and the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, but Ye Deyong still kept his expression neither salty nor light, and could not see his emotions.

These two people actually knew each other.

In addition to the accident, there was something in the photo that made Lu Yingjiu feel strange.

That is Feng Mao's age.

Lu Yingjiu turned over the photos, but couldn't find the time.

However, Ye Feng said that the sanatorium closed in 2002, and Ye Deyong came back one after another in the next one or two years, and finally died of lung cancer in 2007.

That is to say, this photo was probably taken before 2003, and Ye Deyong in the photo looks very young and energetic. Combined with his appearance, Lu Yingjiu guessed that it should be at least before 1995.

Taking a step back, it should be 2007 at the latest, which is 14 years ago.

Feng Mao's appearance in the photo has not changed at all.

A person has been known for ten or twenty years, and his appearance has not changed at all?

Feng Mao is in his 40s or 50s in the photo. From the age of forty or fifty to sixty or seventy years old, whether it is wrinkles, mental state, gray hair... The changes of most people should be very big.

Feng Mao in the photo already has a little gray hair.

Today, more than ten years later, not only the wrinkles and gray hair have not increased significantly, but even the length of the hair has not changed, just like the 20 years of stagnation, he just walked out of the photo.

Lu Yingjiu took this photo, took a few steps back and went out, and said to Jingxian downstairs, "Can you find his ID card? Or anything related to age."

"There is one." Jingxian replied immediately.

With a slight hook of his fingers, Yin Feng immediately rolled up a photo frame and flew over, landing firmly in his hand.

The baby next to him witnessed the whole process with a face (⊙⊙).

Then went on to rattle wildly, giggling, meaning one more!

Lu Yingjiu went downstairs and watched with him.

On the photo frame is a huge birthday cake. Feng Mao is sitting at the dining table next to a seven or eight-year-old boy who is cutting the cake.

Next to it, there are words written by a child with a water pen, crookedly: [I wish grandpa a happy 50th birthday! Longevity! ! 】

The signing time is【2000.1.8】

In other words, Feng Mao should be 71 years old this year.

But the man who appeared in front of them was not related to 70 no matter what.

Lu Yingjiu looked at the two photos silently, and said, "We haven't seen his backyard yet."

After 10 minutes, they came to the backyard from the back door.

The backyard is overgrown with weeds, and it is not taken care of normally. It is messy, and there are all kinds of wild flowers and weeds. At first glance, it is a good place for breeding mosquitoes. In the mud, a new line of footprints led into the depths of the grass.

It seems that Feng Mao left behind.

Lu Yingjiu followed the footprints, and in the layers of weeds, he saw something unusual.

He put down Hair Balls, and HAIR Balls immediately splashed on the soil and grass, and suddenly the mud covered all over it.

The handle and the iron door were exposed below.

It turned out to be a door leading to the underground!

The door was engraved with a very complicated pattern, which seemed to be some kind of rune, which Lu Yingjiu had never seen before.

Just as he was thinking about how to break it open, he saw Jing Xian put his hand on the door lightly.

Jingxian's hand has distinct joints and slender fingers, which is full of strength at first glance. A few seconds after putting it on, the sound of "zizizi" came, and the lines on the door started from the middle and disappeared one by one, as if they were erased by a strange force.

The surrounding gloomy wind made the rain biting, and Lu Yingjiu exhaled white breath.

As long as Jingxian makes a move, there must be a scene of encountering big ghosts and monsters around.

After all the runes disappeared, Jing Xian pulled the handle again—he was so strong that he opened the door without much effort.

"Squeak - touch!"

A familiar voice came.

The two of them looked at each other and both understood that it was the sound they heard before entering the door.

It seems that Feng Mao really went to the basement.

Lu Yingjiu's probe looked down, and the black paint underneath was a circle of spider silk floating at the door. The white was floating in the wind, and it was wet from the rain.

He took a piece of rune paper and ignited it.

The fire of this rune is weak, and it will go out soon. Even if it is thrown in dry grass, it will not cause a fire. It is very safe, just to explore the road.

As the runes fell, the fire light illuminated the layers of spider silk, and the white was wrapped around, covered with the entire passage, and it seemed like a weird curtain when it fell down ... The face itching, as if the touch of the spider web floating onto the face, it reminds people of the sound of spiders and their furry feet.

In this scale of spider webs, there are fewer thousand spiders, which can be settled.

And the spider web is full of yin.

Lu Yingjiu frowned and threw a few more runes.

This time, the light of the launder below melted it with yin.

Gong leisurely jumped down and reached out to him.

Time is urgent, and Lu Yingjiu did not hesitate and pretty this time. He jumped down and was firmly caught by his idle arms.

——He faintly felt that he was leisurely on his waist.

But he had no evidence, so he glared at his leisure.

Black hair balls firmly follow them.

Lu Yingjiu again ignited the paper lighting.

The light is close, and Lu Yingjiu can clearly see the spectacular cobweb. The road in front of them is about four or five, and they have been stretching to the end of the unknown, and the cobweb is located in every corner.

The large and small spiders are climbing, and the body is looming in the white silk. There are not many types of spiders that Lu Yingjiu know. These two days have made some information, and saw that spiders such as wolf spider and white tall spiders were lying on the Internet, which was weird.

There is also a strange taste in the air, mixed with the breath of soil and rain, making people not comfortable.

Fortunately, the soil of the passage is simply paved with wooden boards, dirty, and it is convenient to walk.

Lu Yingjiu went forward, and couldn't help feeling: "It's the same as a plate of holes."

Don't answer leisurely.

Lu Yingjiu waited for a few seconds before he heard him confused: "What is Panshid Cave?"

Lu Yingjiu was stunned, and then remembered that had not read the four masterpieces. couldn't help laughing with him the story of the silk holes, telling how the seven spiders abducted the Tang monk, and how to do it in the spring water. Take a bath.

Unexpectedly, after listening to leisure, he came over and put on his waist again.

Lu Yingjiu:?

Lu Yingjiu asked: "What are you doing?"

"This is not afraid of a female spider to come over to grab you, and pull you to take a bath together." Said him leisurely.

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He had a new understanding of the excuses he was looking for. He gave him the hand on his waist and threw it aside. He took the lead.

Following him behind him, he regretted it.

The underground passage is not the end. The more you go, the darker the surroundings, the more mad spiders.

The spider I saw earlier was still very afraid of people. After walking for ten minutes, a spider dared to approach the two of them, and it seemed that they wanted to talk.

The spiders weren't a threat at this point, and Lu Yingjiu easily drove them back with the light of the rune paper.

After walking a distance, he found that he didn't seem to hear the footsteps of hair Balls, and he hadn't heard his leisure speech for a long time.

He turned back.

He almost suffocated when he turned around...

Jingxian was holding the hairball in his hand and was pushing it towards a big spider on the wall!

Hair Balls spit his tongue and was eager to try, and his saliva was almost dripping to the ground.

Lu Yingjiu: ? !

Seeing that hair balls are about to bite in one bite, he quickly stops: "Say!"

He was found by him, and he shook his hand and quickly shrank back with Hair Balls, looking at him innocently.

Lu Yingjiu: "Don't feed it strange things anymore!"

Jingxian: "Mmmmmmm."

Lu Yingjiu didn't feel relieved, he grabbed the hair ball from his hand and held it by himself.

hair balls: "嗷 呜 —" Expressing dissatisfaction.

Lu Yingjiu flicked its forehead.

And so on for another ten minutes.

The cobwebs around were really thick as a curtain, and a light finally appeared at the end of the passage.

Not a firelight, but a light bulb.

After approaching, they saw that there was an iron door embedded in the mud and rock wall. An incandescent lamp is lit on the left and right of the iron gate.

The iron door was locked.

Lu Yingjiu looked at Jingxian and poked him.

Jing Xian got the order, and immediately took down the entire iron gate with violence. The metal of the entire door was almost crumpled, and he was aggrieved and left aside.

The stale air in the house was blowing.

It was clean inside, with no spiders and cobwebs to be seen, nor Feng Mao's figure.

Lu Yingjiu stepped in and saw a simple single bed, a TV and a player, and the bookshelf beside it was full of black video tapes.

He raised the talisman paper and looked closer.

The tapes are divided into six piles, ranging from the first to the last, in varying numbers, some very high and some not at all.

A wooden frame is embedded on the top of each pile, and the wooden frame is a gray-black slate, about 15 inches in size, with a pattern engraved.

Lu Yingjiu looked at the first slate first.

The patterns are very simple lines, as if some cultural relics left by primitive people.

The painting is of a huge spider entrenched in the mountains, its body almost submerged in the clouds. A man knelt in front of it on one knee and stretched out his left hand to get the silk from its front legs.

There were already quite a few people behind him, all with spider silk wrapped around their left hands.

At this moment, Lu Yingjiu understood: the spider really had something to do with the villagers being left-handed.

I am afraid that in the legend, the ancestors took the spider silk with their left hand, so they believed that the left hand was sacred.

Below this painting, the title "Spider Mother" is written

On the second slate, there is a picture of a bunch of villains dancing around the fire, the name is "Sacrificial Ceremony".

There are a lot of videotapes under this slate, Lu Yingjiu picked one up, turned on the TV and stuffed it into the machine.

After a flickering snowflake screen, the picture appeared on the TV:

The bonfire was burning, and a bunch of villagers danced and sang around it.

This was supposed to be a warm and lively scene, but both their actions and their singing were completely bizarre.

The song was whimpering, like a baby crying, and like a sharp wind screeching across the valley. And their dance movements are extremely rigid, every inch of joints are twisting abnormally, like a group of marionettes... or they seem to be imitating some kind of arthropod, such as spiders.

Lu Yingjiu fast-forwarded and finished watching with an expressionless face, and then put in other videotapes.

The picture is the same, they all dance and sing around the fire, but the time and place are different. Looking at the number of videotapes, it is estimated that it has been recorded for decades.

During the fast-forwarding process, Lu Yingjiu pressed the pause button from time to time, and then carefully looked at the appearance of the villagers.

Sure enough, he found a few familiar faces.

Those few people, he has seen in the past few days.

These people who danced more than ten years ago still live in the village with their unchanging appearance. The girl is still as beautiful as a flower, the young man is still young and handsome, and the years will always freeze them in a moment and never pass.

Lu Yingjiu said, "Everyone in this village has problems..." He pondered for a moment, then smiled helplessly, "My peace charms are considered to be white hair for them."

He continued to look at the next slate called "Grace".

On the slate is a picture of a man with eight legs of a spider growing on his back. There is a large pool of vomit on the ground. If you look closely, it is all internal organs, and the liver and gallbladder are flowing.

He was spitting out his guts desperately.

The more he vomited, the more spider-like he became.

The two people in front of him—to be precise, are no longer human, and two spiders are crawling happily.

Jingxian touched the slate with his hand and said, "The anchor who plays the pen fairy is called Zhao Ziming, right?"

"Yes," Lu Yingjiu closed his eyes, "it seems that he went to the bathroom to vomit, that is, he vomited all his internal organs. He turned into a human-faced spider."

Then, without his friend Aaron's knowledge, he was trampled to death.

Lu Yingjiu has seen many tragedies and heard many tragic stories.

His thoughts would not be affected by this, but he still sighed and sighed softly.

Open the videotape, and sure enough, all the images displayed are people spitting out their internal organs.

Some vomited while leaning on the toilet, some vomited against the sink, and some vomited directly on the ground, a bloody mess. There was no sound in the video, but Lu Yingjiu could almost imagine their piercing voices.

Then, the spider's feet grew on the back, and the shape gradually shrunk.

They became spiders.

The fourth slate is called "Transformation".

There are no video tapes, villages are painted on the slate, and dozens of spiders.

The whole village has become a spider.

The fifth slate is called "Rain Rain".

There are still villages on the slate, but this time a spider is gone, and it becomes a humble matchman.

The match was greeted, and a car was driving outside the village.

Lu Yingjiu frowned and put in the video tape.

Then breathe a stagnation

Those anchors appeared on the screen!

The lens is very shaking, like the effect of the pinhole camera in the news.

He browsed every video tape quickly, and saw the familiar red clothes, Aaron, zhao Ziming, and even the figures of Ye FENG and Little Li ... Some of them talked in the hotel, some were climbing to the nursing home, and some were in the car. And pass by.

Looking at the angle and time, like different people recorded, such as hotel waiters, such as village doctors at the village entrance, or the old man who feeds the chicken by the lake. They patiently and quietly recorded the daily life of foreigners.

Starting from the first batch of anchors to the village, the entire village has begun to monitor them!

Lu Yingjiu looked at the last slate subconsciously.

There is nothing on the slate, as if not finished.

There is only an empty title next to it: "Feast".

It is already creepy enough.

Back to the first slate again.

"Mother's ..." Lu Yingjiu murmured, "I haven't heard this name. Well, what do you know?"

"She has never been to the ghost world, I have just heard a little rumor, and I don't know if she really exists. If she really exists, then she must stay in the sun."

He continued: "In the legend, the spider mother is a huge spider as mountains. She will turn the person who follows her into a spider.

"Of course, if those people face eternal life and human appearance, they must constantly turn new people into spiders and provide new followers for spider mother."

Lu Yingjiu asked: "It's a bit like the feeling of making a tiger?"

——The legend that the person who was killed by a tiger became a ghost after his death, which would seduce other passers -by to the tiger.

"Yes," nodded, "The spider mother is very greedy and never satisfied. These anchors have been her prey from the beginning."

Lu Yingjiu groaned for a moment.

The situation is very tricky.

He walked slowly in the house, thinking while walking, and then said, "I originally wanted to wait for the typhoon, the mudslides were cleaned up, and then went out with others, but now it seems that it is not good."

He pointed to "Grace" and said, "Since someone has begun to transform into a spider, we don't know the means of infection, and it is too dangerous to wait."

"So?" Jing Xian looked at him -at this time, his tone was relaxed and full of carelessness, but he would be serious when he asked Lu Yingjiu, "What do you plan to do?"

Lu Yingjiu said: "Ye Feng said that Ye's family would go to Visit the Mountain, that is, along the pavilion along the mountain, along the route that was blessed from the snake."

"The place of blessing from ghosts and gods may be a lot safer, which can delay or suppress their transformation to spiders. Of course, this is just my guess. No matter how we can't stay here, we must find a way out."

He took a deep breath: "Although it is a bad decision to say that the typhoon climbing mountain climbing mountains ... but now it seems that we have to take the more than a dozen people and take the VISIT The MOUNTAIN road. ","

As soon as the words fell, Lu Yingjiu heard a burst of loud sound.

It comes from the end of the outside and the passage, and is approaching quickly!

Lu Yingjiu looked like four or five runes on his hand.

Then there was a glory to your arms.

Lu Yingjiu:?

He was almost buried in his arms, and when he looked up, he almost hit his face and hit his face directly with his leisure.

Looking at him seriously: "Look, the female spider you can take a bath is here!"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

I still remember this stubble.

The author has something to say: respect: I want to wash it anyway, you might as well take a bath with me!

Lu yingjiu: Don't feed hair balls strange things first