smuggler

I followed from a distance, trying to keep my footsteps light, and followed the figure not far away along the river, but Wang Xiulian didn't notice me.

She followed the river down until there was a path leading up the hill.

Borrowing the sound of the night wind, I followed behind. After walking in the woods for a while, she stopped suddenly, and I quickly hid behind a dense bush.

Soon, a figure came out from the darkness at the other end, but the distance was too far to see that face clearly.

"No one noticed, right?" The man's voice suddenly sounded.

When I heard the voice, I was a little surprised, because it was the young man who had quarreled with the village chief.

How could he appear here so late, and why did Wang Xiulian meet this man?

"I had already seen it when I came here, and no one knew about it." Wang Xiulian's voice was a little hoarse.

"That's good!" he said.

It was only then that I realized that the man's speech was deliberately low or something, which made it a bit confusing for men and women.

The mysterious person who came to the door last night, could it be him?

"Stop standing here, let's go!"

The two walked in along the path, and the man following was very vigilant. I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't follow.

I waited on the spot for about ten, twenty or ten minutes before I heard a slight sound of footsteps, and two people came out of it.

When they parted, Wang Xiulian grabbed him, seeming a little worried.

Her tone was full of guilt and reluctance: "Xiaohao, let mom get to know him about this matter, and you can leave it alone."

Hearing this, I was very surprised, I didn't expect that he was Wang Xiulian's son!

But thinking about the age gap between the two, a mother and child would also be suitable, but thinking about Wang Xiulian's indifferent look when she quarreled with the village chief, what secret does this family have?
"I said, I must make the whole thing public."

Yan Hao shook his head, turned around and walked into the dark path without saying anything.

Wang Xiulian stared blankly at Yan Hao's leaving back for a while, then raised her hand and caressed her face, as if wiping away tears.

After a while, it turned back from the path.It wasn't until I was sure that the two of them had left that I curiously walked to the place where the two of them had just gone.

Under the brightest moonlight, under the luxuriant grass, I saw a tomb with a very simple stone tablet.

A few words were crookedly written on the stele.

"Yan Ping's tomb."

Pushing aside the grass in front of the tombstone, I could see the writing on it clearly.

I already vaguely know who is on this tombstone. Since I came here, I feel that there are many strange things in the village, which makes me physically and mentally tired.

I went back to the house and slept again, and heard someone knocking on the door early in the morning.

After opening the door, the face of the village chief came into view, with a smile on his face: "I also watched the sacrifice to the mountain god yesterday, and it's time to talk about something serious today."

business?

The words of the village chief made me suspicious. I remained vigilant, but I didn't ask any more questions.

In fact, I am also very curious about what exists in the village of mourning souls.

The rules here include offering sacrifices to the mountain gods, including picking goods and everything after entering.

When I first came in, the enthusiasm of the village chief made me feel like it was too much from the beginning to the end.

The village head took me to the school in Mourning Soul Village. As soon as get out of class was about to end, I saw a group of children bouncing around the woman in the black dress yesterday.

"Teacher Zhao is our support teacher here! He has been here for two years!" the village chief introduced with a smile.

She looks young.Although Sanghun Village has beautiful mountains and clear waters, this place is remote after all, and life is definitely not as convenient as in big cities.

I am surprised that such a young girl is willing to stay here for so long.

How did you say a few words in a suitable manner, and smiled and nodded to Teacher Zhao. At this time, the village head suddenly asked: "Do you like boys more or girls?"

"Ah?" I thought the village head said it casually, so I responded casually: "Girl!"

I suddenly thought of last night, when I saw Yan Ping’s grave, I turned to ask the village chief: “Village chief, do you like boys or girls?”

The smile on the village chief's face froze, his expression was a little unnatural, and he hurriedly changed the subject: "In this day and age, there is not much difference between boys and girls..."

Standing by the door of a classroom, the village chief opened the door and said to me, "Look, which one do you like?"

The classroom is full of girls, many of whom are wearing suspender skirts. The moment they open the classroom door, they stare straight at them with innocent and immature eyes.

Being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, I felt an inexplicable chill in my heart: "Who are they?"

The village chief smiled and said, "Anyone can say what they like."

I frowned and asked in confusion, "What... does this mean?"

The village chief's expression changed, showing a different expression: "What do you mean? Don't you understand?"

"Village head." A male voice suddenly appeared and interrupted the village head. I looked over and saw a tall man exuding a capable temperament.

He stepped forward and said, "I will sacrifice five grains to the mountain god at night. Just now I saw a few villagers sewing flags being lazy. If it can't be finished at night, whose responsibility do you think it is?"

The village head turned pale, and hurriedly left: "I'll go and have a look!"

After the village chief left, he walked over and glanced at the group of girls inside, but he didn't speak, and just closed the door.

"Follow me." He hurriedly walked to the other end.

this voice! ?
My heart trembled suddenly, and I quickly followed.

Followed him to a place where no one was around, and after making sure there was no one around, he frowned directly: "Why don't you leave?"

"It's you!" I asked him in surprise, "Who are you?"

"My name is Qin Heng!" He looked at me and said in a deep voice, "I can tell you right now that your reaction just now has been suspected by Yan Changshui. Be careful when you go back, and don't eat food of unknown origin."

"There will be another sacrifice in Shanshen Cave, and all the villagers will participate. You can take this opportunity to leave here."

"Hi!" Seeing that he was about to leave, I quickly asked, "Do you know where the old people's home in this village is?"

"Nursing home?" He was puzzled for a moment, then sneered, "What kind of nursing home do you think there is in this village?"

Before I could speak, he added: "Don't ask such a boring question, you have been here for two days, and you didn't find that there is not even an old man in the village? Do you think there will be a nursing home in the village?"

"A village without old people?"

After Qin Heng finished speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for me to ask any more questions. He walked very fast, taking steady steps on the ground, his body was already wet with sweat, and the half sleeves attached to his body showed his strong muscles.

I tried to chase him and he was walking very fast and didn't give me any chance to talk much, I got dumped a lot and had to go back to my room first.

On the way, I pondered over what Qin Heng said just now.Although he didn't say it clearly, I still heard what he meant.

I took a closer look at the villagers in the village, and I didn't really notice until now that there are indeed no elderly people in this village.

How is this going?

Aren't the people in this village old?

No, such a ridiculous thing cannot happen.

Since it is a living person, it cannot escape the cycle of birth, old age, sickness, and death.

Could it be that all the old people in the village have been sent out?

But Qin Heng's sneer just now was clearly mocking.

I don't know why, but my back is covered with fine cold sweat.