Here Lies The Wicked

"Class monitor zhang, did you squat in the village all night last night?"

"Aren't you worried... That you will meet with something strange that has been spreading in the village recently?"

Fang Zheng asked out of curiosity.

Zhang Jianming took a steady look at Fang Zheng, "Replenish your ideals and beliefs. There are no ghosts in your heart."

"I don't want to be a soldier if I'm afraid of death."

The last five words fell to the ground with a thud, as if they had been sworn with a certain faith in their hearts. It was a heart of Hao Ran, and his masculinity was as strong as a furnace.

Zhang Jianming, Zhao Tai and Chen Zhiyong, even the veterans who had retired from the army, still did not forget the tall and straight spirit. It was a uniform that stood like a towering figure, representing the great wall.

Fang Zheng stood in awe.

Zhang Jianming's seemingly ordinary answer.

But how many people would dare to risk their lives if they were ordinary people and were trapped in a strange mountain village where everyone was in danger? Selfless to save everyone?

Even Fang Zheng could not deny that he was afraid of death.

At the same time, he was selfish.

But with zhang jianming's seemingly ordinary answer, who knew the risks and gritted his teeth?

There is no time for peace, but someone is carrying the weight for you!

"Thank you."

Fang Zheng's eyes were sincere, and thousands of words could not be compared to the most solemn word at this moment.

Chen Zhiyong, who was only in his twenties, smiled brightly.

Zhao Tai, who had been silent and composed, nodded slightly at Fang Zheng.

Class monitor zhang, Zhang Jianming, was still as straight as ever.

"Brother Fang Zheng, you look even worse than yesterday. Did you not rest well last night? Besides, why did you suddenly come to the ancestral temple so early today?" While waiting for the gathering, Zhang Jianming spoke with concern and doubt.

Next, Fang Zheng outlined what happened last night and the disappearance of Li uncle and Aunt zhou.

Of course, he deliberately erased many details.

At the same time, Fang Zheng also provided important clues about the dry well of the ancestral temple. The disappearance of Li uncle and Aunt zhou immediately reminded him of the mysterious dry well of the ancestral temple and planned to come here to find clues.

Although there were some loopholes in Fang Zheng's words, Zhang Jianming and the others did not point it out. Zhang Jianming said solemnly, "I didn't expect that the investigation direction of the Fang Zheng brothers is exactly the result of our investigation. It seems that this matter is most likely true. This person on the ground did not lie to us."

"Just now, we were planning to get everyone together to help dig out that dry well, and perhaps we could uncover all the mysteries of this string of disappearances."

Fang Zheng was shocked. She didn't expect Zhang Jianming and the others to have followed up so deeply.

The few of them did not wait long before they arrived at the stranded tourists who rushed in. They saw that everyone was wearing thick dark circles under their eyes. Obviously, under the panic, it was another sleepless night last night.

When the count was completed, everyone was shocked to find that no one was missing last night, except the girl who disappeared the night before yesterday.

Just as Zhang Jianming was about to explain his intentions, suddenly, there was a flurry of footsteps and shouts outside the ancestral hall, as if a large group of people were rapidly approaching the ancestral hall.

Zhang Jianming, Zhao Tai and Chen Zhiyong's faces changed, and they immediately ran towards the entrance of the ancestral hall. But it was too late. The village head surrounded the ancestral hall with a large group of villagers with hoes, sickles and shoulder poles.

At this moment, the villagers were excited and angry.

"He actually broke the lock on the door, trespassed on the forbidden land of the village ancestral temple, tied it up, and killed these outsiders!"

"Kill them! Kill them!"

The ancestral hall was a place where ancestors were worshipped, important sacrifices were made, and family affairs were handled. For example, in some ancient scenes, the whole village would often gather in the ancestral hall to judge a couple who had cheated on each other, and then use bloody and cruel torture.

Outsiders trespass on ancestral halls. If placed in the most traditional ancient times, it is no less than destroying others' ancestral graves and disturbing their ancestors'sleep. It is considered unfilial and disrespectful. If it was a conflict between the two villages, there would definitely be a bloody conflict.

As a group of ordinary tourists, who had never seen such a big battle before, everyone turned pale and did not dare to make a sound, afraid that the villagers, who were raging in the fire, would rush up with hoes and sickles in their hands.

At this critical moment, the figures of Zhang Jianming, Zhao Tai and Chen Zhiyong, such as three city walls, stood dead at the entrance to prevent angry villagers from rushing into the ancestral temple, causing harm to innocent tourists and further spreading the situation.

"What's going on with you guys?"

"Why did you trespass on the ancestral temple in the village?"

The village head's face turned green and his body trembled with anger. He asked Zhang Jianming and the others.

"Village head, I have a story here. The village head will listen to this story first." Zhang Jianming did not budge.

Then, Zhang Jianming revealed a dark history of ancient feudalism and stupidity.

Once upon a time, there was a small mountain village that did not worship sages and sages, but a mountain god statue in Mountain temple.

In Mountain temple, there was a deep well that had existed for many years. The village elders said that the ancient well went straight to the dragon king's sleeping palace, so they offered sacrifices to the dragon king every five years to pray for good weather and good harvest every year.

These selfish villagers had to go out of the mountains every five years to kidnap a pair of children until one day, they met a pair of mother and son who fled to avoid the war. After that, the whole country was reformed and opened to the outside world. The country broke through the four old traditions and feudal superstitions. Mountain temple was torn down and ghosts and gods were discarded. Even if this mountain village was hidden in the deep mountains and forests and encountered fierce resistance, it was still pushed down Mountain temple and all ghosts and gods were abolished.

However, this small mountain village, ignorant and feudal, and secretly hidden from outsiders, built a new ancestral temple on the original site of Mountain temple to hide the people's eyes and ears, and secretly did something unscrupulous. However, with the reform and opening up, all the kidnapping and trafficking of women and children were severely punished. The villagers, who were as crazy as ghosts, began to pay attention to the children in the village. However, they did not expect that the god of mountains was abandoned, the deep well in Mountain temple dried up overnight and became an ordinary abandoned well. At this time, another pair of innocent and poor children were killed.

The old well had been abandoned, and later, the villagers completely sealed the dry well to bury the darkest and bloodiest history forever. The poor children, one of whom was the son of li dashan, the villager. The other girl was the daughter of guo ligan, the villager. The story ends here...

"The name of this small mountain village is Gujing village. I wonder if the village head has heard of the name of this village?"

Zhang Jianming stared at the village head and the villagers who surrounded the ancestral temple. Anger was suppressed in his eyes.

The village head's face changed.

Even the tourists in the ancestral temple turned pale and could not believe what they had heard.

He only felt cold all over his body.

In the past, the ancients did not expect the feudal superstition to reach this point. This was simply the loss of conscience and reckless disregard for human life.

Fang Zheng fell silent, which was the last answer he wanted to see.

And the other person named guo ligan, later Fang Zheng also learned that it was the name of the villager who was kidnapped by the three of Zhang Jianming.

As for why he let go of the rooster in front of the villagers' houses, perhaps it was out of revenge.

Listening to Zhang Jianming's story, most of the villagers outside the ancestral temple were at a loss. Only a small number of people in their 70s and 80s had a big change in their faces. There was panic when the lie was exposed in front of them, and there was regret when they bowed their heads in shame.

"Spitting blood."

"Who dares to tarnish my reputation in Gujing village like this? Is there any justice or law?"

An aged voice came from the village in a rage that could not be contained. Several long-lived old people were carried by the strong villagers and rushed to the village with livid faces.

The old man who spoke was actually the most respectable, long-lived man who held justice in the ancestral temple the day before yesterday.

That day, he did not slander the good people one by one. People were doing their jobs and looking at them, as if they were still vividly remembered.

However, at this moment, Zhang Jianming was not afraid of the old man at all. His eyes were sharp and he looked at him, "When I interrogated guo ligan, he mentioned that the last time he secretly offered sacrifices to his daughter, the murderer was li zong chang, you!"

"I have reported everything that happened in this village to the outside world. If I want evidence, digging a dry well in the ancestral temple is evidence!"

Li zongchang leaned heavily on his crutches and said angrily, "I see who dares to destroy my ancestral temple in Gujing village today!"

All of a sudden, a heavy, dull sound came from the ancestral hall.

In the ancestral hall, a dry well buried in slate was dug up by Fang Zheng.

"Found it."

However!

The scene in front of them was like a broken mirror, and everyone was shocked to find that it was actually night above their heads, and they were standing in a dark and unlit ancestral hall. The ancestral hall was filled with coffins.

During the day, the villagers, the village head, and li zongchang were all gone.

Ah!

A shrill scream tore through the night.

Soon, it was discovered that those self-driving tourists who later entered the village had also disappeared from their side.

"Ah, why are there so many coffins? What's going on here?"

"Look at your phones, hands. The time on your phones is the day before yesterday, the day we met the storm!"

"The group... The group disappeared, the group we built disappeared..."

Panic, fear, fear, someone was already afraid to cry.

Ghost hitting the wall!

A dream in a dream?!

Fang Zheng's face changed. It was... But before he could think about it, all of a sudden, he heard all the ropes, and there was a noise coming from the dry well, as if something was coming out along the stone wall of the dry well...

Hair!

A woman's long black hair!

Like the tide, it grew out of the dry well and began to spread out crazily along the mouth of the well. This strange and terrifying scene made everyone around them stupefied. Their legs were weak and they forgot to turn around and run away for a moment.

"Damn it! Run, run! Why are you still standing there?"

"Something is coming out of the well!"

Fang Zheng's roar finally woke the frightened people up like a dream, and everyone fled in panic.

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