Coffin, there really is a coffin?

Xie Jin carefully looked at the black lacquer coffin that was getting closer and closer to him, and his mind couldn't help recalling the story told by the middle-aged woman in the hotel. Although the coffins arranged in an octagonal shape can only be seen at present, it is enough to prove the authenticity of the story. .

After walking for nearly half a kilometer, they finally came to the front of the black lacquered coffin. Only at this time did they realize how huge the coffin was standing there.

The coffin must be at least two meters in length, and the moss-covered coffin lid is carved with lifelike reliefs. It is a strange-looking dragon, which is different from ordinary dragons. Yoyo's eyes glared ahead, as if he was about to rush out of the coffin lid at any time.

But if you look closely, you will find that the dragon on the lid of the coffin has several legs locked by iron chains, and the iron chains with the thick mouth of the bowl extend from there and hang down in the grass.

The villagers of Badong Village who were walking in front saw that there was no movement behind them. They turned around and saw that the three were parked in front of the black lacquer coffin, and He Nian was standing beside them and looked at them.

"From this coffin, it belongs to Badong Village." Zhao Guangsheng turned back and saw a few people were very interested in the coffin as a symbol, and explained with a smile, "A few of them are outside the mountains, no, they are all Coffins are not often seen in the city, this is the landmark coordinate of our village, and there are seven other coffins of the same coffin."

This seemed to be a piece of information that did not need to be avoided. The three of them looked at each other quickly, and did not ask about the chain and this strange hundred-footed dragon, but followed in the footsteps of Zhao Guangsheng and the others.

Stepping over the thick iron chain at the mouth of the bowl and continuing to walk in, it was all downhill all the way, and no one was seen.

It didn't look like the decay as imagined. Although it didn't look like the town was full of buildings, there were also many painted two-story buildings. There was even a base station not far from the building.

Judging from the buildings in front of you, this brand-new village seems to have been reborn. Compared with the stories heard by middle-aged women, it is basically two different villages, and even better than the development trend of Heavenly River Town, which develops tourism..

Xie Jin took a step forward and held Ji Duan's hand who was looking around. He whispered, "Don't go too fast, get closer to me."

"Well, I see." Ji Duan slowed down and walked side by side with Xie Jin. His eyes swept through every window of the building, and he always felt an illusion of being watched, "Uncle Xie."

Ji Duan pretended to be tired, he wrapped his arms around Xie Jin's neck, and put his face between the man's neck, "Something's wrong, it's daytime, how come no one is going out on the street here?"

He took out his mobile phone from Xie Jin's jacket pocket, looked at the time, and it was already ten o'clock.

"Indeed, why is there no one?" Xie Jin followed Ji Duan's line of sight. Although the small buildings were built beautifully, there was no sign of anyone moving, and the glass was all black. Standing alone or many people.

This village seems to be dead.

"I didn't pay attention to the time just now, have we been gone for so long?" Ji Duan was a little puzzled, looking at Wen Liang through the gap in Xie Jin's hair, Wen Liang also shook his head, pointed at his watch, and motioned him to check the time.

Yes, he still has a watch.

Before leaving, they went to buy equipment. Wen Liang's shopping list clearly requested to buy three waterproof watches with a compass function. Ji Duan almost forgot about it.

Rolling up his sleeves, he glanced at the watch on his wrist. Ji Duan was stunned by this sight. He checked the time with Xie Jin in the tent. The phone showed that today was August 15th, but the electronic watch On August 15th, the year has changed, and it shows that it is 1952, which means that if they are calculated according to the time of the electronic watch, they are seventy years ago.

Ji Duan couldn't act rashly. He raised his eyes and looked at the base stations around the village. Having a base station means there will be a mobile phone signal. He opened the WeChat address book and sent a message to Wen Liang: "What's going on? How could we be in seventy years? Could it be that the watch is broken?"

"There's something wrong with this village, whether it's magnetic or feng shui. I suspect that after the coffin, something affected the electronics on us, causing a time argument."

Wen Liang responded quickly, and Ji Duan could even hear the sound of his fingernails tapping rapidly on the phone screen.

"The watch is affected by that kind of thing, but I'm sure it's not broken. If you don't believe me, look at Xie Jin's watch. I guess the three of us have different times." Then Wen Liang sent a photo of his watch. In the photo, their three watches are of the same brand and the same style, but the display time is very different.

"Since just now, you guys have fallen behind a lot, what happened?" Zhao Guangsheng, who was leading the way, turned around and saw the four people who were left far behind, and asked, "Do you need help?"

"No, come right away." Wen Liang grinned and waved forward. He typed the last sentence and clicked send. He made a gesture when he passed Xie Jin and Ji Duan, and then walked towards Zhao Guangsheng's group.

Xie Jin understood Wen Liang's gesture, which was a signal similar to a warning. Now the two sides have their own thoughts, and their actions have been suspected, so they must be vigilant at all times.

"Uncle Xie, Wen Liang's watch was shown thirty years ago... I can't think about it anymore, we have to follow the past." Taking advantage of Xie Jin's inattentiveness, Ji Duan secretly deleted the last chat record sent by Wen Liang, and then Put the phone in his pocket.

The feeling of being watched still didn't disappear, he pulled Xie Jin to catch up with Wen Liang, followed the group through the narrow street and turned into a dark alley.

In that dark alley, there is no more small building similar to people living in. There is a building that is obviously different from the small building standing in the shade. Judging from the building structure alone, it should be an ancestral hall.

Recalling the story of the grandfather of the middle-aged woman, it was after the group of wounded soldiers entered the ancestral hall that the grandfather heard someone suddenly call his name. Now that he is here in person, he can also feel his fear at that time.

"Brother Zhao, why did you directly lead us here?" Wen Liang stopped at the threshold that was about to arrive. He looked at the few people who had already entered the entrance with a half-smile, and then looked at the plaque of the ancestral hall, "...Badong Ancestral Hall, it's you guys. The ancestral hall? But as far as I know, you are not the same clan based on your surnames alone, so who is worshipped in this ancestral hall?"

There was only one door between the two groups of people. The ancestral hall was dark and no sunlight could be seen. It seemed that the faces of Zhao Guangsheng's group were a little blurry.

At this time, Li Yougui spoke, his tone was as bitter as before: "Why, are you afraid? Our Badong Village never accepts foreign guests, so naturally there is no place in the village that can accommodate you. This ancestral hall is ours. What we worship together is an auspicious place, can't we bring you here?"

"That's not true." Wen Liang stepped over the threshold with one foot, and his eyes quickly swept across the "great auspicious place" Li Yougui called. There are two statues on the left and the right at the entrance. The door gods who cried when the little ghost acted, these two were like evil ghosts with green faces and fangs.

Going around the stone screen, Wen Liang saw a scaffolding erected in the center of the ancestral hall, and some tools stained with soil were placed under the scaffolding, as if the repair work had just been completed, and the workers heard that someone was coming and fled in a hurry.

It was noon now. They were sweating profusely all the way into the village, but after entering the ancestral hall, they did not feel that the weather was hot at all. It seemed that there was a natural central air conditioner, and they even felt the coolness running up the back of the spine. .

Ji Duan took Xie Jin around the few people blocking the statue. He first pushed Xie Jin in the direction of Wen Liang, then turned his head and said to Zhao Guangsheng, "Why is there no activity in your village, did the other villagers see us coming? Did you just hide?"

"Look at what you said, I said that people in our village don't often see outsiders. Suddenly you come, they will naturally feel novel and shy, so they all hide."

A smile appeared on Zhao Guangsheng's rude face with wildly growing hair. He and the others were like statues of evil ghosts behind them, blocking them equally, neither the people inside nor the people outside came in.

While they were talking, Wen Liang had already led Xie Jin around the ancestral hall. There were no decorations that looked strange at first glance. There were five shrines dedicated to the wall at the end of the door. The building seems to be a place dedicated to the worship of the five immortals in Badong Village.

In addition, they also found a strange thing covered by a black cloth not far from the shrine. Xie Jin quietly turned the black cloth to a corner while those people were not paying attention, and what his fingertips touched was the cool texture of the stone , accompanied by an indescribable stench, he frowned and cast a suspicious look at Wen Liang.

"It should be something like a sacrificial platform. You can see that there are deep and long lines around it. This is a bloodletting tank." Wen Liang's fingertips gently pressed the stone platform, and he could feel it more clearly than Xie Jin. The smell, that indescribable stench, probably comes from the smell of blood.

"Is it sacrificing with living things in the ancestral hall..." Xie Jin shook Shitai's hand slightly, he turned his head cautiously to look at the door, and found that someone started to probe his head over Ji Duan, and he was busy putting the black cloth around Returning to his original position, he signaled that Wen Liang should go out.

In fact, on both sides of the scaffolding, there are still a lot of inscriptions hanging on the gray brick walls. Wen Liang glanced at it when he came in just now. He didn't know the font on it, and now to avoid those people at the door turning their faces, they decided to first Go out and talk.

When the two of them were about to reach the stone screen, there was a commotion at the door. They could hear the voices of those people and Ji Duan. Wen Liang and Xie Jin hurriedly ran towards the door. When they arrived, they found that there were not only the five people at the door, but also an unknown person standing at the door. The skinny old man of some origin was holding a basin of fishy liquid, swearing at the ancestral hall.

Ji Duan was surrounded by the five people. He seemed to be fighting for something with them, until the two walked in and saw that it was nothing else but the one who didn't follow up just now. He Nian.

Most of He Nian's body was splattered, and the sticky black-red liquid hung in his hair, dyeing half of his face red, but he didn't show any anger, just waved his arms with some effort. A monotonous ah-ah sound came out of his mouth.

"You still haven't let go?" Ji Duan's arms were pressed behind his back. He witnessed with his own eyes that the skinny old man poured a large pot of blood from an unknown animal on He Nian. He tried to grab He Nian to avoid it, but Helplessly, he was a little far away from himself, so he could only watch He Nian being poured out thoroughly.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Guangsheng was the one who got angry earlier than He Nian, who was splattered with blood.

They finally entered the village. The copy of Badong Village is a long story, and there is a climax behind it.