Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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The entire Sanshui Village was shrouded in black mist, and only the vague black outlines of the groves that they walked through during the day were left, full of shadows, making it even more eerie.
Xue Meng followed Jiang Lan step by step.
Jiang Lan had given him his mobile phone. The flashlight on the mobile phone had a limited illumination range and could only illuminate the road under his feet. Xue Meng had to always pay attention to his steps in order to keep up with Jiang Lan. He noticed that Jiang Lan didn’t need any light and could walk on the ground in the dark.
With his curiosity aroused, he couldn’t control his mouth and started babbling again: “Why do we have to walk there? Can’t we fly?”
Human beings always seemed to have omnipotent understanding of monsters, especially when Xue Meng watched Jiang Lan bite off the head of a strange bird. Jiang Lan was more powerful than the strange bird, so he should be able to fly… right?
Jiang Lan glanced at him sideways: “Do you want to fly?”
Xue Meng said: “Think about it, who didn’t have a dream of going to heaven when they were young?”
Jiang Lan said slowly, asking for his opinion: “Then I will take you flying?”
He thought walking slowly was a waste of time. If it weren’t for taking care of Xue Meng’s fragile mind, he wouldn’t have walked on two legs.
“Good–“
Before Xue Meng could finish the good word, it turned into a scream.
The giant black beast held him in its mouth, grabbed the tree with its limbs and quickly climbed to the top of the tree. Then it jumped and moved quickly between the tree crowns as if it were walking on flat ground. The surging black mist and blurry tree shadows were stepped on under his feet, and the sound of the wind whistling past his ears became clearer.
“…”
Xue Meng couldn’t scream anymore. He took a deep breath, and his weak protest was blown away by the wind: “What I wanted was not this kind of flying!”
It was really different from what it looked like on TV.
Jiang Lan’s ears twitched, but he pretended not to hear his protest.
The two of them reached the end of the woods in the blink of an eye. Jiang Lan stopped at the treetops and looked down. At the end of the woods was a continuous hillside. At the foot of the hillside, there were stone tombs placed close together in a semicircular shape. Because of the passage of time, the gaps between the bricks and stones had become filled with dust, and weeds and withered vines grew again. The few trees with crooked branches in the cemetery were all wrapped up in vines, leaving only twisted dead branches stretching toward the sky.
The cylindrical black building seen during the day stood behind these stone tombs, backed by a hillside that was not too high. When he looked closer, he realized that it was actually a tower. It had three floors and was about five or six meters high. The top of the tower was in the shape of a drum. The body of the tower was made of dark gray bricks. It was completely sealed on all sides. The only passage was at the top of the tower. There was a rectangular hole on one side and several small holes distributed around the tower.
The black mist was constantly escaping from these stone tombs and towers.
Xue Meng originally wanted to count how many stone tombs there were, but he was dazzled while counting. He murmured in a low voice: “Why are there so many stone tombs?”
These stone tombs had no tombstones, and the tombs protruded high from the ground, like cages. After looking at them for a long time, they seemed to become more and more gloomy and terrifying.
Jiang Lan’s red vertical pupils narrowed and he jumped down from the treetop.
Xue Meng didn’t dare to scream this time. He clutched his heart that was about to jump out of his throat and said to Jiang Lan sincerely: “Let’s walk next time. I think walking is good. It’s healthy and I can also exercise.”
Jiang Lan blinked and nudged him with the horn on his head.
Xue Meng was forced to sit on the ground by him, his eyes still a little dazed: “I feel that there is no sense of reality at all now.”
Then he pushed Jiang Lan’s big head to the side: “Don’t point your mouth at me first, otherwise I always feel that you are going to bite my head off in the next second.”
The scene where the strange bird’s head was bitten off was probably the biggest psychological shadow of his life.
Jiang Lan no longer deliberately frightened him. He turned into a human form and squatted down to stare at Xue Meng’s right hand: “What is under your hand?”
Xue Meng suddenly looked back and saw a gray hand bone scattered among the matted hay. Half of the hand bone was still stuck in the cracks in the bricks of the stone grave, as if it was protruding from the grave.
And his hand was just pressing on the hand bone.
Xue Meng: !!!
He rolled up to the ground, bowed respectfully to the grave three times, and muttered words of apology such as “I didn’t mean it, you don’t remember the faults of villains.”
Jiang Lan squatted down and opened a gap in the grave along the cracks in the bricks where the hand bone was exposed, revealing what was inside.
Xue Meng paused in his confession and looked at the dead bones in the grave in surprise: “How come this grave is hollow…”
Then he thought of something, and his face suddenly turned pale.
“This is… a living grave?”
Among the posts about Sanshui Village that he read before coming in, one of them talked about living graves.
Jiang Lan hummed, pointed to the dead bones in the grave and said, “All the old people over sixty years old in Sanshui Village should be here.”
Living graves, as the name suggested, were graves where living people were buried.
In the early days, people in some places believed that old people should die after they were sixty years old. If they did not die, they would damage the happiness and longevity of their descendants, which was called “living descendants’ longevity”. Old people who were still healthy after sixty years old were not welcomed by their descendants. The descendants would thus use bricks and stones to build a tomb that could accommodate one person, place the old man in the tomb, and add a brick once a day while delivering meals. After 360 days, the gap in the tomb would be completely closed. Even if the old man was buried alive.
Some old people who were lucky enough to survive three hundred and sixty-five days would be sealed alive in the grave.
Jiang Lan had seen living graves before, but they were far less numerous than those in Sanshui Village.
These graves were densely packed together, some were new and some were old, and it was not clear when they started.
Xue Meng’s whole body was filled with chills. These graves were like human lives.
He looked around, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became. He even saw a new grave with wreaths not far away. He remembered that the village had just held a funeral and the deceased man happened to be sixty years old… His heart sank and he strode to the new grave. He wanted to confirm if the old man in the grave was dead or alive, but when he saw the scene in the grave, he was nailed to the spot.
“Jiang Lan…”
His voice was shaking violently, and his body was stiff as if he did not dare to move.
Jiang Lan heard the sound and went over and saw that the new tomb was not completely sealed. There was a fresh corpse lying in the tomb that had been eaten clean. Next to the bones, there was an immature Gu Diao. It was only half the size of a human, but its beak and claws were sharp enough.
Jiang Lan loved cubs, but he had no love for these Gu Diao cubs.
He grabbed the Gu Diao that was about to attack with his bare hands and frowned while enduring its harsh cry. He asked Xue Meng to take out the rope from the bag and tie its wings, and then broke its beak and sharp claws to prevent it from escaping, and then hung the Gu Diao with its shrill scream upside down on a dead tree.
The shrill cry of the baby suddenly echoed over the cemetery.
Xue Meng was a little flustered by his operation: “Are we just waiting here?”
“I’m waiting here.”
Jiang Lan looked around, then pointing at a coffin thrown behind him, he said to Xue Meng: “You go and hide in the coffin, as I won’t be able to take care of you later.”
Xue Meng was a little scared, but he also knew that if he stayed, he would only hold him back. He could only go to the coffin and move the lid of the coffin, praying that there would be no dead people inside. Fortunately, this was really an empty coffin. He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly hid in it, and then closed the coffin lid.
Several screams getting closer and closer could be heard outside, like a demonic sound piercing the ears. Xue Meng almost wanted to bang his head against the coffin board.
Fortunately, soon there was another low and majestic roar that disrupted the shrill screams. Xue Meng, who came back to his senses, rubbed his sore ears and continued to listen to the movement outside.
What was attracted back by the cry of the little Gu Diao were two larger Gu Diaos. They were bigger than the five that he had eaten before. Jiang Lan guessed that they should be the parents of this little Gu Diao.
The two Gu Diaos circled him, making angry cries, and dived towards Jiang Lan from the air, one from the left and the other from the right.
Jiang Lan became more and more courageous as he fought. He raised his head and roared again, baring his sharp fangs, and charged forward…
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Outside Sanshui Village.
Under the silent night, a dragon with golden scales moved from far to near. His figure was vigorous and his wings were powerful. Every time he flapped his wings, the dark clouds gathering above his head became darker. Electric light swam in the thick clouds, brewing with thunderstorms and heavy rain, which could fall at any time.
Ying Qiao was worried about Jiang Lan, so instead of joining Chen Hua and others, he rushed to Sanshui Village first.
When he arrived, Sanshui Village, including the surrounding hills and woods, had been shrouded in ghost miasma, and the surging ghost miasma was still expanding outwards.
He lowered his head and looked down, his golden dragon eyes narrowed dangerously, and with a low dragon roar, a dazzling lightning struck the Ghost Miasma quickly——
The dazzling electric light tore a gap in the thick black ghost miasma. Ying Qiao looked in the direction of the ghost miasma, flicked his tail, and rushed in.
After passing through the ghost miasma, Ying Qiao saw Sanshui Village. The dilapidated village stood quietly in the black mist, as if it had merged with the ghost miasma. The big tree at the entrance of the village only had dead branches, the weeds on the roadside were withered, and the moss on the wall was an unknown black and red…
Ying Qiao fell to the ground and walked quickly into the village.
After walking forward for a while, the smell of blood in the air became stronger. From a distance, you could see scattered feathers and blood all over the ground, as well as a motionless person.
The worry in his heart became more and more intense, and his handsome face tensed up as he almost flew closer.
The man on the ground was tied into a rice dumpling with a rope and had completely passed out. The smell of urine and blood mixed with his body’s odor made Ying Qiao frown in discomfort.
He took a step back in disgust, looked at the door behind him that was wide open and seemed to have experienced a struggle, and decisively turned around and walked into the house.
The author has something to say:
Chen Hua: You are anxious, you are anxious, you are anxious, you are anxious, you are anxious
Longlong: You are dead 🙂
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