Tomb Robbery: Successor to the King, starting in Yunnan Worm Valley

Chapter 335 Past events in the Northeast

That day it was Fatty Wang's turn to watch the show.

As a result, the person who was with Fatty Wang suddenly fell ill and had a fever.

Quite serious.

The village organized people to send him to another village to see a barefoot doctor.

The village party secretary was originally worried about Fatty Wang watching the show alone, but Fatty Wang was young and bold at the time.

In addition, he is tall and strong.

I just patted my chest and assured the village party secretary that there would be absolutely no problem.

The only condition is half a bottle of Shiju soju and an old shotgun.

Fatty Wang's marksmanship is well-known in the compound.

After I went to the countryside, I dreamed of touching a gun.

In addition, when watching the show at night, it is normal to occasionally fire a shot to strengthen the courage and chase wild animals.

The village party secretary agreed.

Fatty Wang entered the shack alone, carrying half a bottle of Shijiu soju and an old sleeve on his back.

That day was also strange.

Normally speaking, it is an exaggeration to say that it snows in late July on the lunar calendar in Northeast China.

But the temperature is definitely not like that in Guan Nei. In many places, summer is not over yet, and there is still a tail left. …

There was heavy dew at night, and frost started to fall in some places.

But on the day Fatty Wang went up the mountain, the weather was extremely hot.

The whole weather was foggy, like unboiled hot water, with an unpleasant suffocation.

When Fatty Wang arrived at the mountain, the first thing he did was not go to Baomi Field.

Instead, he first went to the woods where he had laid several traps before.

There are many wild animals in the northeastern mountains.

The educated youths who went to the countryside were all young men with huge appetites. They couldn't even eat enough rice porridge every day.

And there is no oil or water at all.

So Fatty Wang, a foodie, has developed a mastery of wild animals.

I learned it from an old local hunter.

After arriving in the woods, I found that I was pretty lucky.

Fatty Wang actually got caught in a trap.

Fatty Wang carried the pigeons and Shi's shochu, and arrived at the corn field triumphantly.

After entering the edge of the corn field, we immediately started to collect the seeds. After peeling them, we went to the small river ditch under the corn field to clean them.

After that, I got some firewood and lit a fire in the open space at the head of Cangmi Field.

While humming the model opera, he started roasting the rabbit.

Although there is no other seasoning, just some coarse salt hidden in the paper bag.

But even for Fatty Wang, who hasn’t seen any meaty food in many days, it’s a delicious dish.

The result was a delicious roasted rabbit.

Fatty Wang had a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine. Just as he was enjoying his meal, several thunder exploded from the sky.

It was already evening.

Almost instantly the sky was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Explosions of thunder followed one after another, illuminating the dark corn field and forest.

The wind was blowing with a fishy smell, and two small pieces the size of soybeans were smashed to the ground.

Fatty Wang quickly carried the rabbit and soju to the shack to take shelter from the rain.

The result was as frightening as a splash.

God poured the bath water down there.

The shacks at the site did not have plastic sheets back then, but were covered with two layers of reed mats.

Fatty Wang added a layer of thatch himself.

By now the thatch had been swept away by the strong wind.

The reed mat did little more than turn the waterfall into a shower.

Within a few minutes, the inside of the shack was flooded with water, and there was no way to protect it from the rain.

Fatty Wang suddenly remembered that when he went to wash rabbits in the ditch below, he seemed to see a small house not far downstream.

It should be a simple mill built by the local people by the river.

Although it is just a shabby house built with stone, wood and mud.

But having a roof is better than bathing in a shack.

Fatty Wang was tired, anxious and cold at the time, and felt sorry for the half rabbit in his arms.

I didn't even have time to think about that much in my mind.

He rushed directly to the lower reaches of the creek.

Finally, I found that little dilapidated house during my sophomore year.

After entering, it was dark and full of dust.

Can't see clearly.

Fortunately, Fatty Wang was brave and young, so he poured the remaining half bottle of local shochu directly into his stomach.

Encouraged by the wine, I lay down on the wooden box of the small mill and fell asleep.

As a result, I slept until half the night in one breath.

Fatty Wang was awakened by the cold wind and thunder.

Lightning flashes outside one after another, as if something ghost is going through a catastrophe.

When the lightning fell, the whole country in Zhou was gleaming white, and when it darkened, it turned into the darkest night, where you couldn't even see your fingers.

After Fatty Wang woke up, he felt cold and was about to find something to cover himself.

Suddenly, I heard a cry.

The sound was faintly choppy.

It sounds particularly miserable.

She seems to be a woman, not very old.

Fatty Wang was already very sleepy and his body was cold.

I get tired of listening to it.

Swear when you sit up.

"Why cry!"

"If you want to cry, go home and cry. Don't cry here, Fatty!"

I didn't expect to be scolded by Fatty Wang in such a few words.

The crying actually disappeared.

Fatty Wang is also ambitious and tired.

When he heard no movement, he lay back down and fell asleep again.

After a while, a cold voice sounded directly next to Fatty Wang's ear.

"You're holding me down." 　　　 "You're holding me down."

"You're crushing my house, you're crushing my shoes."

"If you still hold me down, I will kill you."

Fatty Wang heard these words clearly.

More than ten years have passed.

Now when I talk about it on the minibus, I still have that resentful tone that I learned deeply.

Fatty Wang suddenly woke up completely.

People are no longer sleepy.

I felt a cool air rushing from the soles of my feet directly to the top of Tianling Gai.

A layer of white sweat broke out all over his body, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.

This time Fatty Wang said there was nothing he could do to continue sleeping.

You can't even pretend to sleep.

He sat up suddenly and picked up the old sleeve placed next to him.

No matter what, he shot directly at the roof of the mill.

The gunshots thundered.

The sound suddenly disappeared.

Fatty Wang described the feeling at that time, as if it was dawn all of a sudden from night.

When I looked outside again and opened the wooden door that was closed last night, it was already three o'clock in the morning and it was completely bright.

Fatty Wang looked back and found that there was no woman at all.

But last night, the box Fatty Wang lay sleeping on was not a wooden box at all.

Instead, it was a large red-painted wooden coffin.

A layer of gray dust fell on the coffin.

Only the place where Fatty Wang slept,

A particularly striking human shape.

Looking at the head of the coffin, there is actually a pair of old-fashioned embroidered shoes worn by women placed neatly.

These embroidered shoes are different from those in many places in the south. They are cotton shoes common in the Northeast, with two bright red peonies embroidered on the surface.

As a result, Fatty Wang actually used it as a pillow and pressed it beneath his head.

An ordinary person would have been frightened out of his wits by now.

Fatty Wang is different from ordinary people.

The more bizarre and terrifying things happen, the more outrageous they are.

Not only did he not run away or become paralyzed, but he came to support himself.

The fat man got angry, rushed back into the mill, took the pair of cotton shoes off the coffin board, threw them to the ground, and stepped on them hard.

The mud on the shoes on the ground soon made a pair of beautiful red embroidered shoes dirty.

Then I suddenly felt scared when I thought about it.

He quickly picked up the old muff, not forgetting the half of the cock he burned yesterday, and rushed back to the village.

People in the village thought that Fatty Wang was confused by the weasel and were confused.

As a result, Fatty Wang trembled and recounted his experience last night.

After drinking half a bowl of sorghum wine from the old branch secretary, Fatty Wang finally recovered.

The old party secretary said that the small house was an abandoned mill.

A tragedy did occur just after liberation.

A new daughter-in-law in the village, who had just passed away, hanged herself in the mill because she was so stimulated that she couldn't think about it.

It is said that the reason has something to do with the pair of embroidered shoes.

But I can’t remember if it was because my daughter-in-law wanted shoes, but her husband refused to buy them.

Because she was a young person and died unexpectedly, everyone felt that the things she left behind were particularly full of resentment and could easily turn into evil things.

So in the end I took away all the things left by my little wife, including the pair of embroidered shoes.

The coffin was also parked there in the beginning.

And because of the fight between her mother's family and her husband's family, no one took care of the coffin in the mill.

It was kept there for several years before it was taken away and buried.

Anyway, during those few years, no one in the village dared to go near the mill.

The mills built in the mountains are still crude after all. If they are not used for several years, the ground will be covered with thatch and air will leak everywhere.

It was eventually abandoned and a new mill was built further downstream.

Originally, no one in the village had paid attention to this mill for many years.

As a result, now that Fatty Wang mentioned it, they were all frightened.

All kinds of ideas.

The embroidered shoes from back then were definitely not thrown away.

The rope used for hanging must still be hanging from the rafters.

At that time, I had unruly thoughts about whether the coffin board fell down and was not carried away.

When the old party secretary saw that the team was distracted, he was about to become evil.

Make a decision immediately, don't make any guesses, take the shotgun and go up the mountain.

If you take a look inside the mill beside the creek, everything will become clear.

The results of it?
  The story is over.

Fatty Wang, the old party secretary and about a dozen others went to the mill in broad daylight.

What coffin board?

What hanging rope?

What embroidered shoes?

What female ghost?
  None of them.

There was only a circle of water stains on the ground, indicating that someone had slept here at night.

There are also taxi bottles of soju in the corner, indicating that the fool sleeping here is Fatty Wang.

The rest is gone.

Empty.

After the story was told, Wang Ye could clearly hear a dozen or so people in the car heaving a sigh of relief.

Including but not limited to Hu Bayi, Shirley, Yang Yaomeier and Professor Sun, as well as other passengers nearby who were listening with their ears pricked up.

Even the car was driving at full speed. It was obvious that the boss driver was so frightened by Fatty Wang that he became unsteady and lost his moral integrity.

Fatty Wang mixes Beijing movies with Mandarin from Dazhezi in Northeast China, which even the locals can understand.

Although the logic of the story is weird and confusing.

But the advantage is that you are immersed in the scene and have a strong sense of immersion. What Fatty Wang tells is also lifelike.

It actually frightened many people.

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