Just after walking a few steps, I suddenly saw a rotten and rotten corpse on the edge of the aquatic plants.

Looking at the decay of the body being hollowed out and torn, I finally couldn't help but turn around and retching, and cursed loudly in my heart: "You mom, fortunately I didn't drink water, you mom,."

How could there be a corpse here? Could it be that the person who was drowned by the water by passing by? If it were people from the village, they should be buried. How could they be soaked in the water?

It's so strange,

I thought about it and decided to go upstream along the river bank to see if the people from a village were lost and drowned accidentally, or were attacked by wild animals, which resulted in such a result. In short, I tried my best to help this person find his relatives and let him be buried in peace.

There is a canyon in front. I climbed up the hillside and still wandered upstream along the river. When I passed the canyon, there was an extremely vast flat area in front. Although I could still see the end at a glance, it was at least much larger than the basin I had seen along the way.

Of course, if there is a flat land, there must be people living there. Sure enough, before nightfall, I saw a village not far away. At this moment, something seemed to be drifting down the upstream. I quickly walked up to it and was stunned. It was actually a simple bamboo raft. There was a man in a mourning dress lying on the bamboo raft. Only when I walked closer did I see clearly that it was a pretty young man.

I couldn't help but be a little surprised. Why did I die at such a young age? And why would I rather spend time building a bamboo raft than bury it nearby?

Is it because water burial is popular here?

There are many types of burial methods in ancient and modern times. The ones that enter the human ear are sky burial, cremation, water burial, and earth burial. Of course, the most common one is water burial. It is rumored that Tibetans in Ganzi and some grassland areas in Sichuan lack fuel. In addition to the serf owners who implement cremation and sky burial, generally water burials are held in fixed places. Most of them are located in rapids in rivers. After a person dies, he will be parked at home for one day or three days, light a butter lamp, ask a lama to recite scriptures, and then transport the corpse to the water burial site. The corpse is bent and tied with a stone on his chest, or cut the corpse with an axe and thrown into the water. Half of the deceased's property is handed over to the local government and half of the temples.

In many myths, water and God, happiness, beauty and immortality are connected together, so when burying dead relatives, people naturally think of water burial.

But all kinds of explanations are not enough to be used on this young man, because a big stone was obviously pressed on his chest, and there were vermilion words on it. But I couldn't see clearly what was written on it. Even if I couldn't see clearly, I could still guess. Who should have put the corpse on the corpse curse before throwing it into the river. Prevent, what to prevent,

To prevent his soul from becoming a ghost, or to prevent his body from becoming a zombie or a zombie,

I couldn't figure it out for a moment, but this matter must not be that simple. By the way, is the burial method of the rotten corpse downstream also like this?

As night gradually fell, I came to a village nearby. Looking around, there seemed to be many families here, like several villages connected together. When I entered the village, I saw an old lady sitting on a big rock at the entrance of the village, wiping tears on her face and crying.

I hurried forward and asked, "Auntie, why are you crying? Is there something wrong with your family?"

The old lady wiped her tears and sighed deeply, saying, "Young man, you are from another place, you may not know that I also have a son, about the same age as you, but,,,,, he died before he even started a family, wuwu~~~"

My face tightened and I suddenly remembered the corpse drifting in the river just now. Could it be,,,,,,,,,,,,

The old lady cried for a while and then said, "Our family has been honest and honest for generations. I really don't know who committed the crime. His father left early, and we were the orphans and widows. Now we have finally raised our son with great hard work, and we are also sent to the black-haired man, wuwu~~~"

I couldn't help but persuade, "Auntie, please feel sorry for me. It's better to go home early if you're so late. I believe that if your son knew you were so sad, he would be sad."

The old lady suddenly raised her head and glared at the air in front of her. I shuddered and turned my head and looked along her gaze, but there was nothing in front of me. The old lady's actions below shocked me even more. To be precise, it should be shocked.

She gritted her teeth fiercely and shouted loudly at the night sky: "You killed my son. Now I have only one life left, so why are you afraid of? I am not afraid of you."

"Who." I asked anxiously: "Aunt, who do you mean? There is no one in front of you."

The old lady turned her head and looked at me. I was a little panicked by her cold eyes. She smacked her lips and asked softly: "Auntie, what's wrong with you."

She didn't say anything at first, but slowly looked me up and down, then sneered, saying, "Young man, don't walk at night at night, be careful not to know when your life will be gone."

"Uh,,." ​​I didn't know how to answer the old lady for a moment, so I had to stand there and smack my lips.

After saying that, the old lady stood up and turned around and pointed to the night sky in front of her and cursed: "Damn it, I'm not afraid of you. If you have the will of you, come to me, I'm not afraid of you," she said.

While cursing angrily, I walked back to the village. I watched the old lady's back disappear into the village in a daze. Then, I murmured to myself, "What's wrong with this aunt? Why did she curse at the air? Maybe my son just passed away and the mental blow was too great, alas,."

Since I came to this village, it was dark again, I decided to find a family here tonight to stay and ask about the aunt by the way. As well as the rotten corpse downstream, I always feel that this village is weird, maybe I have experienced too many things and I am a little sensitive.

I thought about it, I smiled bitterly,

When I walked into the village, I realized that my feeling was not wrong, at least, there was not much wrong. At least, I guessed it right, this village is indeed very strange. One by one, there was a red thread hanging on the door at the entrance of the courtyard. Moreover, the blade of the kitchen knife actually emitted a bloody smell.

There are several more families that left me speechless. They placed a statue of the god directly at the door, which is the statue of the god of the land. How can this be done? If you worship the god, you should choose a more suitable god position to place it. This, just headed straight to the gate, not only will it disrespect the gods, but it will also cause ominousness.

I was about to go forward and knock on the door, wanting to tell the family that they should not be so blasphemous. Inadvertently, I saw that there was nothing hanging at the gate of one of the courtyards, but just closed the door normally. This was strange. On the contrary, it was not surprising that many villagers hung things at the gate. I was curious and went forward and knocked on the gate of the family.
Chapter completed!