Here Lies The Wicked

“Captain Zhang, did you spend the night in the village? ”

“Don't you worry… something strange has been spreading around the village lately? ”

Just asking curiosity.

Zhang Jianming took a steady look at the square: “Complement the ideal beliefs, there is no ghost in the heart. ”

“Fear of dying as a soldier. ”

The last five words were even more dramatic. It seemed to be a vow of vow with a certain faith in the chest. It was a heartbeat of a radiant redneck with a fiery fire on his body.

Zhang Jianming, Zhao Tai, and Chen Zhiyong, even veterans who have been discharged from the army, still have not forgotten their souls, straight forward. And that one, standing like a majesty, represents a uniform that won't pour down the Great Wall.

Fang respectfully saluted.

Zhang Jianming seemed to have an ordinary answer.

Instead of ordinary people, how many more people dare to risk their lives in strange mountain villages where everyone is endangered? The Grand Duke is selfless to save everyone?

Even Fang Zheng could not deny that he feared death.

At the same time, he was selfish.

But Zhang Jianming's seemingly ordinary answer, who can understand the risks and teeth bite?

There are no good years, but someone is carrying your weight forward!!

“Thank you.”

Fang's eyes are sincere. Thousands of words are no match for the most solemn words at this moment.

Chen Zhiyong, who was only in his twenties, laughed very sunny.

Always silent, Zhao Tai, slightly nodded in the direction.

Sergeant Zhang Jianming, still in such a strong position.

“Brother Fang Zheng, you look worse than yesterday, didn't you rest last night? Besides, why did you suddenly come to the pavilion so early today?” Zhang Jianming was both concerned and somewhat confused when he was waiting for people to gather.

Next, Fang was talking about last night and the disappearance of Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou.

Of course, he deliberately erased a lot of details.

At the same time, Fang Zheng also provided important clues about the shrine wither well. This time, the disappearance of Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou reminded him immediately of the mysterious wither well on the side of the shrine, intending to come here to look for clues.

Although there are some loopholes in Fang Zheng Zheng, Zhang Jianming several people did not point it out. Zhang Jianming solemnly said: “I can't imagine the direction of Fang Zheng's investigation, which is exactly what we investigated. It seems that 89 out of 10 this matter is true, this man on the ground did not lie to us. ”

“We were just about to bring everyone together to help us dig out that dead well and maybe solve all the mysteries of this chain of disappearances. ”

Fang Zheng was surprised. I didn't expect Zhang Jianming to have pursued them so deeply.

Without waiting long, a few people waited for the hasty arrival of the staying tourists, only to see that everyone was holding a thick dark circle, obviously, in fear of people, last night was another sleepless night.

When the numbers were counted, everyone was stunned to find that no one had disappeared last night, except for the girl who disappeared the night before.

When Zhang Jianming was about to explain his intentions, suddenly, there was a noise of cluttered footsteps outside the pavilion and shouting for anger and drinking. It seemed that a large group of people were approaching the pavilion quickly.

Zhang Jianming, Zhao Tai and Chen Zhiyong changed their faces and immediately rushed towards the entrance of the pavilion, but it was already late. The village chief took a large group of villagers with hoes, sickles and flat bearers, and the group surrounded the pavilion.

At this moment, these villagers are excited and angry.

“You broke the lock, broke into the village hall, tied it up, and killed these outsiders! ”

“Kill them! Kill them! ”

The shrine, a place where ancestors are served, where important sacrifices are made and family affairs are handled, such as some ancient footage, often brings the whole village together in the shrine to try a couple of men and women who cheat on each other, and then resort to brutal lynching with blood.

An outsider breaking into a monastery, if placed in the most traditional antiquity of the monastery concept, is no less than destroying the graves of other people's ancestors, disturbing the sleep of their ancestors, and is regarded as unfaithful and disrespectful. In the case of a conflict between the two villages, bloody clashes must erupt.

As a group of ordinary tourists, where have you seen such a big battle in front of you? Everyone is white, afraid to squeak, afraid of the villagers who are burning in anger, with their hands raised with hoes and sickles, and the crowd comes up.

At this critical juncture, the shadows of Zhang Jianming, Zhao Tai and Chen Zhiyong, such as the three walls of the city, died at the door, preventing angry villagers from rushing into the pavilion, causing harm to innocent tourists and causing further proliferation.

“What's the matter with you people?! ”

“Why break into the village's monastery?" ”

The village chief looked blue and his body was shaking. Ask Zhang Jianming three people.

“Mayor, I have a story here. Mayor, listen to what I'm telling you.” Zhang Jianming stepped aside.

Later, Zhang Jianming revealed a dark history of ancient feudal ignorance.

Once upon a time there was a small mountain village, not dedicated to the saints, but to a mountain idol in the temple of the mountain.

There is a deep well in the mountain temple for many years. The old people in the village say that the ancient well leads directly to the mountain god sleeping palace. Therefore, every five years, they offer sacrifices to the mountain god, praying for a smooth breeze and a good annual harvest.

These selfish villagers, every five years, are going to go out of the mountains to abduct and sell a couple of children back, until one day, they encounter a pair of mothers and children fleeing the war, fleeing to the nearby area… Later, the national reform and opening up, the country is broken, the feudal superstition, the demolition of the temple of the mountain, the ghost god, even if this mountain village is hidden in the old forest of the deep mountains, encountering fierce resistance, they are still pushed down the temple of the mountain, and all the cow ghost snake gods are abolished.

But this small mountain village, stupidly feudal and hidden from outsiders, rebuilt a monastery on the original site of the temple to cover people's eyes and ears, and did all the good things in the back. Only with the reform and opening up, the fierce fight against all trafficking in women and children, like the devil's mad villagers, began to target children in the village, but they did not expect that the mountain god had been pushed down, for some reason, that deep well in the temple had dried up overnight and turned into a common abandoned well, when another pair of poor innocent children had been killed.

The ancient well has been abandoned. Later, the villagers completely sealed the dead well, and thus buried this darkest and bloodiest history forever. One of the poor children is the son of the villager Li Dashan; the other girl is the daughter of the villager Guo Ligan, and the story ends...

“The name of this mountain village is Gui Village. I wonder if the village chief has ever heard of this village? ”

Zhang Jianming gazed at the village chief and the villagers who surrounded the pavilion. In those eyes, anger was repressing.

The mayor's face changed.

Even the visitors in the pavilion were pale and afraid to believe everything they heard.

I just feel cold all over.

The ancient people of the past could not have imagined that feudal superstition would have been the end of Heaven's good life.

Fang is silent, that's the answer he doesn't want to see.

However, when he overheard the words Li Dashan, Fang was stunned slightly by mistake. Li Dashan was the home of the missing Uncle Li and Aunt Zhou...

The other person named Guo Ligan, later also learned that it was the name of the villager who was kidnapped by Zhang Jianming's three men, Wuhua.

As to why he had to let the roosters out of the villagers' doorstep go, perhaps out of revenge.

Listen to the story of Zhang Jianming, the villagers blocked outside the pavilion, most people are blind, some overwhelmed. Only a small fraction of the aged seventy or eighty have changed their faces, there is a panic of lies being stabbed in the face, and there is a sense of remorse to be ashamed to bow their heads.

“Blood-spraying. ”

“Who dares to tarnish my reputation in the village of Gui, and there is no such thing as Tianli Wang. ”

An old voice, angry and unstoppable, saw only a few elderly people in the village, carried by a strong villager, his face arrived.

The elderly man who spoke was the most virtuous and honorable elderly man who had lived the day before yesterday in the temple with justice.

On that day, he did not slander the good man one by one, but people were watching as if they were still there.

At this moment, however, Zhang Jianming did not look at the old man with a sharp eye: “When I questioned Guo Ligan, he mentioned that the last time he secretly sacrificed, killing his daughter, the murderer was you, President Li! ”

“I've reported everything that happened in this village to the outside world, and if you want proof, digging a dead well in the pavilion is proof! ”

Chang Li weighed down his crutches and was furious: “I see who of you dares to destroy my ancient well village pavilion today! ”

All of a sudden, bang, a muffled noise like a heavy object landed, coming out of the pavilion.

A dead well buried underground by bluestone slabs in the pavilion was dug out.

“Found it. ”

Yet!

The image in front of them was instantly shattered like a mirror, and everyone was horrified to discover that it was night over their heads and that they were standing in a dark palace with no light. In the pavilion, a mouthful of coffins is being filled.

What day, the villagers, the village chief, Li Zongchang, all of them, are gone.

Aah!

Sharp, creepy screams, tearing the night apart.

Soon it was discovered that self-driving tourists who later entered the village disappeared.

“Ah, why so many coffins, what the hell is going on here! ”

“Everybody, look at the phone, the hands, the cell phone shows the day before yesterday, the day we hit the village with the storm! ”

“The group... the group we created is gone...”

Panic, fear, fear, someone has been afraid to cry out.

Ghosts on the wall!

Dreams in dreams?

Fang Zheng's face changed, but he didn't wait for him to think about it. All of a sudden, there was movement in the dead well, as if something was going along the wall of the dead well, about to come out...

Hair!

A woman's long black hair!

Like the tide, it grew wildly from the dead well, along the well head, and started spreading wildly towards the surrounding area. This strange and horrible scene, the surrounding people were scared on the spot, their legs softened, and for a moment forgot to turn around and flee.

“What are you still standing there for? Run! Run! ”

“Something is coming out of the well!! ”

Fang Zheng roared and finally woke up the foolish people as if they were dreaming. Everyone panicked and fled.