"Open the coffin!" Yang Ling said lightly, not loudly, but with an unquestionable tone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hurry up~ Hurry up and open the coffin and let the immortal master take a look~!"

An old man in his sixties and seventies suddenly came to his senses and shouted excitedly.

Yang Ling pretended to knock on the wooden fish, not only the residents of these towns had never seen it, but Dou Yuntao had not seen it either, this thing shook his head and ran over and snatched the wooden fish in Yang Ling's hand.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

The thing knocked a few times, and found that there was no reaction at all, so he immediately grabbed Yang Ling's arm, "Second brother, come again, come again, perform again!"

Yang Ling couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Lao Tzu is now an immortal master, and he is not a wild Taoist priest in a fortune-telling show on the street, so he disdainfully knocked his hand off.

With the sound of crackling and prying coffins, after a while, the lids of more than a dozen coffins were lifted down.

"Immortal Master, please take a look at my old man!" said to Yang Ling tremblingly, the person who surrounded Yang Ling just now and was eager to eat him.

"Hmm!"

Yang Ling raised his feet and walked to the front of the coffin, and then looked at it a few times.

The one lying inside was the old man from yesterday, but at this time, his face was pale, his lips were blue, and he was exposed under the skin outside, and the blue-black veins bulged high, like earthworms drilling into his body, but Yang Ling knew that this old man should not be dead, and there was still the sound of blood flowing in his heart, but it was extremely weak, Yang Ling guessed, even if he used an instrument, he might not be able to measure it.

Yang Ling stretched out a finger and pressed it on the old man's eyebrows, and then the vitality poured in, and sure enough, a thin black line in his mind gathered together like a hemp rope, almost occupying most of his head, and a strange aura continued to emanate.

Yang Ling couldn't help frowning, this black qi was countless times larger than the one in the child's head, which showed that it was already very powerful, so he carefully wrapped it with the vitality qi, and then slammed it, and it seemed to hear a terrible scream in his mind, and this black line disappeared immediately.

"Poof~!"

The old man, who was already dead, suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and a two-centimeter-long flattened insect with a feathered tail hook was wrapped in it and spit out, and then spread its wings and prepared to fly away.

Yang Ling's hand was sick, and with a flick of his fingers, the insect was bounced off and fell outside the coffin, and then died after a few kicks.

All this was clearly seen by the old man's family and the people around him, and they suddenly panicked and retreated one after another, for fear of being touched by this bug.

Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the old man's chest a few times and said, "Help him up, feed him some water first." ”

So a few people jumped up and took the old man out of the coffin, and someone hurried into the house to bring a glass of water to pour the old man down.

After a while, the old man opened his eyes in a daze.

"Wow~~"

"Alive, really alive!"

All the people were excited, and the people around them became more and more agitated.

Yang Ling had already walked to the front of the second coffin at this time, and after a while, a young woman inside spit out a worm and sat up quickly.

Suddenly, the whole town went crazy, and they followed Yang Ling and squeezed towards the third coffin.

Ten minutes later, the town was jubilant, although there were still coffins with white flags, but it was as lively as a festival, everyone surrounded Yang Ling and a group of people in the middle, some kowtowed, some talked, some cried and some laughed, anyway, Yang Ling felt that his head was going to explode.

When these people were almost making a fuss, Yang Ling asked the reason.

has seen Yang Ling's vast magical powers, and the people in the town have become bolder, no longer taboo about the affairs of the ghost village, and almost rush to talk about the situation of the ghost village.

It turns out that this Balang Village was not like this before, and the name Balang was also later, it turned out to be a name with a distinctly Chinese style called Xihe Village.

It goes back to the outbreak of World War II in the last century, when Japan launched the Pacific War in 1942, and in order to quickly attack India, it decided to build a railway connecting the Thai-Burmese border.

At that time, the western part of Kanchanaburi Province in Thailand was a barren and populated mountainous area, with a hot climate, a miasma, an epidemic of malaria, and extremely harsh construction conditions, and the planning and design construction time provided by the Japanese Railway Design Institute for this railway was six years, but heheda, Japan's domestic economy at that time was about to collapse, and the Japanese military department asked the Burma-Thailand campaign to be quickly resolved, and strive to prepare everything within a year to start attacking India, so as to cut off the military supplies of the Allies in the Far East, so the railway accelerated the process.

Under the oppression of the railway, which was originally designed for six years, to be completed within a year, Allied prisoners of war from China, Britain, the United States, the Netherlands, Australia, and a large number of civilians from Southeast Asian countries were forcibly dragged to the Thai-Burmese border to work as laborers.

Hundreds of thousands of laborers worked day and night under the pressure of the Japanese army's bayonets, and the heavy labor and poor conditions caused 16,000 prisoners of war and 100,000 civilians to die of hunger and disease under the whip of the Japanese army.

This flesh-and-blood railway is also known as the "Death Railway".

And on this death railway, there is also a bridge of death, now known as the World War II Bridge, which is on the way from Chiang Mai to Pai.

And this World War II bridge is only two kilometers away from Xihe Village, in order to repair the bridge, the Japanese army in addition to the use of Allied prisoners of war, but also a large number of arrests and drive nearby residents, after the completion of the bridge construction, a radius of dozens of kilometers ten rooms and nine empty, and even the whole village of people are not left, either tired to death or starvation to death, children are no exception.

Xihe Village, the closest village to the World War II Bridge, was used as a temporary base, but they soon moved out, and the neighborhood was turned into a no-go area, and no one was allowed to approach it.

Later, it was the wagons and wagons that killed the people on the railway construction site who were pulled to Xihe Village, and it is said that the Japanese buried the dead people in the valley behind Xihe Village.

After the end of World War II, some people who fled returned to Xihe Village to continue their lives, although they heard that countless dead people were buried here, but the villagers were still reluctant to leave this place.

Forty years have passed in a flash, generation after generation of people have multiplied, and there are already twenty or thirty families in Xihe Village, and everyone has almost completely forgotten the crimes committed by the Japanese army.

But by the early eighties of the last century, a lot of strange things began to happen in Xihe Village. (To be continued.) )