On July 31, 2010, I went to the Bonia Church.

The video begins with the inside of the car, filming the road outside the window. The road is lined with stout trees on both sides. In the shade of greenery, dappled sunlight falls on the ground and on the front cover of the car. The vehicle turned along the road and drove some distance before a small fork in the road appeared.

The fork in the road was bare, as if it had been stepped on, and could accommodate a car, but the edge of the path was full of weeds and plants.

The vehicle slowed down and pulled into the path. After driving for a while, the road slowly widened, and the flat land and abandoned houses came into view. The dense vegetation has faded, revealing an abandoned and deserted village. The wooden houses are decaying and aging, and there are buildings such as wells and mills that are not very common in modern rural areas. The dust was flying all over the sky, and the chirping of birds was crisp and pleasant, but it came from a far, far away.

After half a circle, the car arrived at the deserted village, walked on the dirt road for a while, crossed a gentle slope, and saw some plants again.

Plants are not luxuriant. On the lawn, instead of wildflowers, there are tombstones scattered one after another.

The car drove here, and the video footage was already clouded. That ominous aura makes people feel creepy.

The tombstones were blurred and the handwriting on them was unclear, and some of them were mutilated.

There are no crows resting here. There's nothing alive here.

The grass on the land is very green, and the trees that can be seen occasionally are also hanging with green leaves, but it gives people a sense of disobedience.

The car moved to a church.

It is not a typical church building in the West, there is no dome, and it is not majestic and magnificent enough. The church is just a two-story building, like a child's painting, with a triangular roof, boxy walls, and doors and windows. But compared to the deserted village, the building is at least made of brick and stone, and it looks very solid.

The vehicle stopped, someone got out.

The camera moves from the cramped inside the car to the empty outside, and that sense of foreboding becomes even stronger.

"What's going on in this place?" Liu Miao's voice sounded.

"The Evil Lands." Wu Ling said calmly.

"Haunted?" Liu Miao was a little surprised.

"No, it's not just haunted." Wu Ling said.

Ye Qing had already walked into the camera, and instead of looking at the tombstones, he walked to the wooden door of the church.

There is no decoration on the wooden door. The place just didn't seem to be very rich, and it was probably poor before it was deserted.

When the wooden door was pushed open, there was an intermittent creaking sound. The door panel swayed, and there was no spider silk wrapped around it, only dust falling like snow.

Ye Qing raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and waved his other hand, taking a step back slightly.

As soon as the door opens, the inside of the door is in the shot.

The usual seats in the church are gone, and it's empty, there's nothing. There were scraps of glass and wood on the ground. That's all there is to it.

Ye Qing walked in, stepping on the wooden floor, and could hear the floor constantly rattling.

One step or two steps, Ye Qing's every step could bring out a series of sounds.

The sunlight outside shines through the broken glass windows, which does not give people a warm feeling, and some, it is a kind of coldness.

Dust floats in the light, like plankton in the sea.

No whales eat them, and they float freely like this for a long time.

Smack!

Ye Qing's footsteps stopped, raised one foot, and lowered his head, probably looking at the empty floor he had just stepped on.

Judging from the picture, it is a black hole.

"Are you alright, chief?" Liu Miao cared.

"Bring the tools in the trunk." Ye Qing put down his feet, still keeping his head down.

"What?" Liu Miao was a little puzzled.

"There's something down here." Ye Qing said.

The camera held like that for a moment, and then it shook. Judging from the picture, it may have been transferred to Wu Ling by Liu Miao.

The lens is a few points lower than just now.

Off the screen, there is the sound of footsteps.

With the sound of another footfoot, the camera moved to Ye Qing's side.

The camera tilted down to capture the hole.

There was a click, and the flash on the DV was turned on, shining on the hole.

The decaying wooden floor was empty underneath. When illuminated, a broken bone abruptly crashes into the frame.

The camera doesn't shake at all.

Wu Ling's voice was as steady and stable as ever, "Corpses? ”

"Hmm. Moreover, for a long time. Ye Qing said.

"There is no yin qi, no ghosts have been formed, but ......" Wu Ling did not finish his words.

Outside the screen, there were footsteps again.

Liu Miao came back and brought two shovels.

Wu Ling held the DV and stepped back, and the two men began to dismantle the wooden floor.

The wood is rotten, and you can break it up by knocking it with something hard.

This process didn't cost Ye Qing and Liu Miao much effort.

As the wooden floors were removed, the situation under the ground gradually became apparent.

In the foundation of the house, it was not cement, stone, wood, or mud, but human bones.

The bones had been over a long period of time, and they were barely recognizable. None of the bones were intact, the skull, neck, and ribs were dismantled and thrown haphazardly on the ground to fill between the pillars of the foundation.

"Is this, some kind of ritual?" Liu Miao asked blankly.

"As far as I know, there is no such ritual. If you want to practice formations and spells, they should be more neat and regular. Here, just stuff the bones into the ground. Wu Ling replied.

"If it's not a spell, is it possible that it's a local custom? This house was built in 1920, right? Liu Miao asked again.

"Whatever it is, it's a root cause." Ye Qing said, turning his head, "Another root should be the cemetery outside." ”

With that, he walked out with his things.

The camera pans to the cemetery outside.

A hand brushed the dust off the tombstone, and the words on it were not revealed. The handwriting carved on it is weathered along with the tombstone itself. The material of these tombstones is not good.

Liu Miao probably also wanted to read the words on the tombstone clearly, and as soon as he used his hand, the tombstone in front of him was broken.

"Oh......" Liu Miao opened her mouth a little embarrassed.

"Dig it up." Ye Qing said.

Naturally, he and Liu Miao came to work.

The people of Aoba should have had this plan for a long time. The shovels they brought with them were probably intended to be used in this place.

The ground is soft, similar to the wooden floors in the church. After a few or two efforts, they dug up a grave. The wooden planks of the coffin inside were more rotten than the wooden floor in the church, and had been mothed to the point that it had lost its original appearance.

After Ye Qing dug up the tomb soil, they saw the broken pieces of wood and a skeleton lying in it.

The skeleton consists of a head and a leg, and the body is very complete. When buried, it should be deliberately posed with hands on the abdomen.

The camera shot at the skeleton for a while, and nothing supernatural happened.

Suddenly, a shovel was inserted into the tomb, severing the skeleton's neck.

The crisp sound of snapping is clearly recorded by DV.

In the shot, the skeleton raised its head suddenly, and its eyes were black and hollow, but it was like a pair of dark eyes, staring at the camera.