Don't touch anything in this village...
Don't touch it!
I was praying almost all the way, and rushed to the ancestral temple of Baiyangyu along the road I came from.
The atmosphere in the temple was very strange. The villagers with pale faces and bloodshot eyes were silent and just ate. Only the old village chief and Zhang Zhenlin were chatting lively on the side.
Watching the villagers constantly taking out pieces of meat from the big iron pot and eating them enthusiastically and fragrantly, I felt a little nauseous and wanted to vomit.
In fact, I was very hungry. I have been running around since last night. My nerves were tense. Where did I have time to eat? I didn't even take a bite of the dry food in my backpack. I was so hungry that my chest was sticking to my back. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so salivating when I smelled the aroma of cooking meat at the beginning. But after really understanding everything, I now only have a feeling of nausea and a deep hatred for human nature.
Humans and ghosts are demons, and their nature is evil. Moral education is not as good as fighting violence with violence. Kill! Kill! Kill!
I thought of the quote from the book on cultivating murderous aura. Perhaps, what the book said was right. Everything in the world can be killed, and everything should be killed, especially... those damned people in Baiyangyu Village!
I took a deep breath and forced myself to suppress the discomfort in my heart. Then I looked at Zhang Zhenlin and the old village chief. In the blink of an eye, they seemed to have finished their conversation. Then the old village chief distributed a large bowl to each of them, and asked the villagers next to them to make a large bowl of meat for each of them.
It seemed that the conversation was quite pleasant, so Zhang Zhenlin and the others had smiles on their faces. As soon as the old village chief served them meat, they picked up chopsticks and prepared to eat.
They were willing to eat, because they didn't know what was in their bowls! But I know!! Can I make them eat?
Without thinking, I rushed forward and kicked all the bowls in Zhang Zhenlin and Lin Qing's hands. The soup spilled all over the floor, and the bowls were broken. The noise was quite loud, and it attracted the attention of the surrounding villagers. However, these people just looked at me, and then stared at the meat spilled on the floor, with a look of desire!
The bowls were kicked away by me. Lin Qing and Zhou Jing were fine. They knew me and knew that I would not go crazy for no reason, so they just looked at me in confusion. However, Zhang Zhenlin was not so good-tempered. He jumped up in anger at that time: "Ge Tianzhong, what are you doing!!"
Usually he calls me nephew, but this time he even called out my name, which obviously shows that he is angry.
But I understand that he is angry. If I were hungry, I would be angry if someone kicked my bowl away for no reason. So I patiently said to him with a smile: "Uncle, let's eat our own food. We brought our own dry food!"
I didn't tell them what the meat in the bowl was. These villagers even ate dead meat. They are fucking perverted. If I tell them, they will be angry. What can't a desperate dog do? So it's better not to tell them clearly!
But, is the hint in my words enough? I almost told them directly that the meat in the bowl can't be eaten!
As a result, Zhang Zhenlin didn't appreciate it. He glared at me and yelled, "What's wrong with you? The old village chief meant well. You're being ungrateful!"
This idiot...
I was annoyed by his endless talk, so I lost my patience with him. I couldn't help but sneer, "I don't know what's good for me? Okay, you know what's good for me. If you want to eat, go eat it yourself! Zhou Jing, sister, you and I will eat dry food!"
Zhou Jing and Lin Qing were definitely on my side. They naturally wouldn't question my words. We went through life and death together. They would never suspect that I was cheating them. Let alone not letting them eat, I guess they wouldn't frown even if they were asked to kill Zhang Zhenlin. So they stood up and walked towards me at that time.
"Hey..."
Zhang Zhenlin snorted in dissatisfaction, "You are the same as your father."
Mentioning my father?
I was immediately upset. I couldn't help but stop and turn my head to look at Zhang Zhenlin, and said to him: "I tell you, I respect you purely for my dad. If it weren't for my dad, I wouldn't care about your life or death. When it comes to benevolence, I'm not afraid to brag. You are not as good as me. You really haven't done what an uncle should do! Damn, my dad has a lot of friends. Which one doesn't take care of me? Even if they don't take care of me, they won't take advantage of me. But what about you? Are you afraid that our Ge family will never have descendants?"
I have been holding this breath in my chest for a while. I can't refuse the people from the country who came to me to ask for help. Even if I don't want to, I can't offend those people. But the person who came is my dad's former good friend, so I feel a little uncomfortable. Especially since this person pushed me to the forefront, I am even more unhappy. Now I vented it all at once, and then sat at the door of the ancestral hall with Lin Qing and Zhou Jing and ate dry food.
After such a commotion, Zhang Zhenlin couldn't continue to eat, so he could only eat dry food with his two apprentices in silence.
Lin Qing and Zhou Jing also asked me in a low voice why I couldn't eat. I looked at the villagers and didn't say anything. They understood what I meant and knew that it was inconvenient for me to say it now, so they didn't ask.
I ate half of my dry food with water in one breath, and then I leaned against the door of the ancestral temple to rest and sort out my chaotic thoughts.
I didn't want to care about the life and death of these villagers after walking all the way here, but I had come here and I couldn't get away without solving the problem, which made me quite depressed.
I waited until the villagers finished eating before I finally found the old village chief and asked him if he knew about their ancestors.
Hanging coffin burial, Kanfang Road, totem ghost temple...
All these things told me that this village had a big secret in the past. Such a big thing here can be traced back to the past of this village!
After hearing my question, the old village chief was stunned and said with a puzzled look: "Why is this young man interested in the affairs of our ancestors? However, the people of Baiyangyu have been farming here for generations, so our ancestors should be the same, right?"
From beginning to end, I have been staring at the eyes of the old patriarch. Seeing that he did not seem to be lying, I was also a little puzzled, so I asked again: "What about the hanging coffin burial and the temple outside your village?"
"That temple has been abandoned for a long time. When I was a child, I heard from my grandfather that it seemed that the villagers used to pray for some things but it was useless, so they just ignored it later!"
The old village chief said: "As for the coffin hanging on the cliff, we have always buried the dead like this, what's the matter?"
I was disappointed, but still asked with some reluctance: "Then your Didn't our ancestors leave any documents or something?"
"Documents? Are you talking about books? In our place, the common people are destined to work in the fields, and there won't be a scholar in several lifetimes, so how can they understand those things!"
The old village chief smiled and waved his hand, but then he seemed to remember something, and suddenly said: "It would be better if you didn't say it, but now I really remember it! As for the characters, it seems that there is a stone tablet with characters in the ancestral hall, but the scholars in our village before couldn't recognize those characters, and didn't know what they were..."
I hurriedly said: "Take me to see it!"
"Come with me!"
The old village chief waved his hand, then turned around and walked into the ancestral hall. I followed closely behind him. Zhang Zhenlin and others might also be curious about what I was doing, so they followed me.
After going around the ancestral temple for more than a dozen times, we finally arrived at the place where the ancestral tablets were enshrined in Baiyangyu. It was a gloomy big house. In the northeast corner of the big house, I finally saw the stone tablet that the old village chief mentioned.
This stone tablet is about two meters high, not small. When I turned on the flashlight, I saw some very strange scratches on it, which were very scattered, as if they were carved casually.
But... I have seen this kind of text on the ancient book at home! !
If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the Miao language that has been lost for many years.