Here Lies The Wicked

Stand by the embankment.

Watching the surface.

Misunderstood by the fishing enthusiast and turned to the nearby villager.

That was a boat worker villager, who should have been eating on the river for generations, bending over to the ship's cable, shouting in the direction.

Fang Zheng first moved, so he asked politely: "Uncle, why say that this river is not peaceful at night? ”

Summer by the river, the wind is a little cool.

Cool wind habit.

There are rivers and waters flowing around the mountains. Feng shui is good according to Xuan Xuan. It is much cooler than the muggy hot city, which is heavily polluted by glass curtain wall.

When the villagers had finished the rope, they got up and were ready to go home, and the heavy-handed dynasty was saying: “Wherever there is water, there must be a lot of people drowning, and there is still something to be feared. ”

“According to those who have listened to the old life, the water is very gloomy, but those who drown in it, their souls and grievances are trapped by the gloomy water, unable to reincarnate. And those who drown will either die unjustly or unjustly, and their grievances will be even greater after death. So since ancient times, it's been a saying that this drowned person, because of his anger, would drag people into the water as scapegoats to reincarnate the baby. ”

Fang was standing on the banks of the river, blowing the dusk cold wind of the river, laughing: “If there is a reincarnation after people die, I think these water ghosts will certainly not reincarnate even if they really pull people into the water as replacements for the dead, so this folklore must be false. ”

The villagers were approaching, curious, "Why would you say that, young man? ”

“Because there are Yan Wang, Birth and Death Book, Sin Mirror Station, and Nai He Bridge in the local government, the evil people can't even cross the Nai He Bridge, let alone the second trial of the Birth and Death Book in the back, and the Yan Wang finally tried. So, you can't even get past the first instance. Don't say you're tired. The centuries-old Knife Mountain oil pan package is waiting for him.” The sunset is oblique, the square cheeks are in the sunset, rendering a golden glassy glow, and the figure is false and unreal to the race.

Uncle: “…”

“You young man are kind of funny. Even the second trial, the final trial is out. ”

“Young man, why don't you go home early? It's not peaceful in this river at night. ”

“Uncle, you keep saying it's not peaceful, isn't it what happened in this river? Or, uncle, have you encountered anything on this river for a living? ”

The uncle waved his hand and continued to go home. Obviously, he did not want to talk to Fangzheng, a foreigner.

But I don't know.

At this time, a crying noise came, and a middle-aged rural woman was seen, with the help of several relatives, wearing a white hair on the edge of the river embankment, sad to cry.

“The Guo family, afraid of breaking, died in 72 ghost gates, how can they retrieve the body?” The villagers' uncle looked at the rural woman who was crying so sadly by the river, shook her head and said with some regret.

The biggest sting of my life is the white hair giving away the dark hair.

Just listen.

Feels like there's a play in here.

The uncle knew the rural woman, apparently from the same village nearby.

“Uncle, listen to you. Do you know that poor mother? Is 72 ghost doors closed to the river in front of us? Why is it that people who drown in water won't get their bodies back? ”

Fang Zheng, half true and half false asked, tried to ask more information from the villagers' uncle.

“Poor thing? Oh, Guo Chengzhi's mother is really pathetic, the white hair man sent the black hair, but Guo Chengzhi's death is not worth sympathy at all. If he doesn't greed, he won't be gone, and he won't involve anyone else. ”

Uncle Villager's tone suddenly changed and became a bit of a grudge.

Perhaps because of the long time of repression, I can't talk to the same villagers, afraid to destroy the neighborhood relations, the villagers uncle said this, and then began to tell Fang Zheng this expatriate the rough cause and consequences.

It turns out that the white woman who gave the black hair to the villagers was indeed from the same village as the village uncle.

That Guo Chengzhi did not drown for no reason.

He died of greed.

Some time ago, there was an entrepreneur's son, who went upstream on a boat trip, and the boat touched the reef, or hit something in the river, accidentally turning over the boat, many people died, some of the bodies were salvaged, and some of the bodies could not be found.

If the body is not found upstream, it must have been washed downstream.

These include the entrepreneur's son.

The entrepreneur had a lot of assets. Later, he put out a lot of human and material resources, spent a few days and nights, but he couldn't find the body downstream, so someone speculated that the body would drift upstream into the complex seventy-two ghost gates of the mountain belly waterway, stuck in a stone seam in the water hole, didn't rush downstream?

Seventy-two ghost doors closed. What is that place?

Local villagers know best!

It was a forbidden place where no one could set foot since childhood. It was too dangerous. It was said that ancient tombs had been buried, and only three results existed for those who entered.

Either get lost or get confused.

The most tragic end is that it will never come out. This person will naturally know if he is alive or dead.

For all these reasons, the villagers who have lived in this riverside for generations never enter 72 ghost gates, that place is too evil.

According to Uncle Villagers, during the war years, a large number of bodies floated upstream, all of them shattered in curved and complex waterholes. None of the bodies floated out, and the filthy things were particularly violent.

The entrepreneur did not heed the advice of the villagers and insisted on sending professional divers into the seventy-two ghost gates to collect the bodies.

Several times before and after the result, it was futile.

According to the divers who came back, they had to close 72 ghost doors once they dived. As a result, the terrain of the caves in the mountain's belly was complicated, the environment was harsh, the water flow was rushing, and there were many dark swirls. People could not see anything at all and quickly lost their way.

Without the rope on board, I'm afraid they won't even be able to find their way back.

Underwater is no good, entrepreneurs find a lot of nearby boats, they go in and close 72 ghost doors together, and as soon as these boats go in, they get lost. The intricate water holes in the mountain belly and the rapid flow of water quickly dissipated the fleet, each of which was carried into different fork water holes by sudden dark flow.

The boats didn't come out until a few days later, after suffering a lot.

Ask them how they got out.

It's all a question.

All they knew was that they had been advancing in the mountain belly cave, the cave twisted eighteen times, the field of vision was dark, so they couldn't find a sense of direction at all, and finally they came out somehow.

“Young man, tell me, are these 72 ghost doors closed? In that connected water hole, the sun could not shine for many years, the shame was heavy. Whether entering by day or night, man was as obsessed as a ghost, hit a wall by a ghost, quickly lost his way, and finally came out confused.” Uncle Villager said with some palpitations.

Fang nodded thoughtfully.

“There are indeed some evil doors. ”

He looked up to the far side of the river, where the mountains rose, and the mountains bent like snakes, or high or low, and the mountains were bush and lush and the trees crowned.

And in that hillside, there are countless water holes, and the terrain is complex.

“Has the entrepreneur since recovered his son's body? ”

“Uncle, is the death of Guo Chengzhi related to salvaging the corpse of the entrepreneur's son? ”

Fang retracted his gaze and looked at the villagers' uncle beside him, more curious to ask.