The children are in the middle, the elderly are the ones who protect the children, the women are outside, and the men are the men on the outside, this is the agreed plan, and to this day, we strictly follow it. (You can find this site)

Protecting children, no matter how backward the civilization or how remote the place, this practice is consistent, this is something carved into the bones, because children are hope.

I was holding a hoe in my hand, and I was also standing on the outermost periphery, and standing next to me was Liu Peng, who was trembling, and he asked, "Zhao Jun, are you afraid?" ”

I'm afraid, but there is another thought that lingers in my mind right now, and that is, "Why doesn't this hoe have any sense of weight?" "It's real in my hands, but I just think it's illusory.

I even have the illusion that I can't even explain, as if everyone here has an invisible thread behind them, and where they stand is predetermined.

I didn't answer Liu Peng for a long time, but patted my head helplessly, trying to drive these strange and torturous thoughts out of my mind.

Liu Peng didn't care whether I answered or not at this time, he just said to himself: "Why does Lao Tzu have a feeling of going to the execution ground and waiting for death?" Is that dream true? I hope the old village chief doesn't come. ”

I didn't say a word, I just clenched the hoe in my hand, and only then did I find a sense of security.

Everyone was in a nervous mood, and even the youngest child stopped crying at this time, as if there was a terrifying aura gradually spreading into here from the outside.

It's dark outside, only this ancestral hall has the light brought by the torch, looking at the dark night, people can't help but feel that as long as they walk out of here, they will be swallowed by this heavy night, and it seems to be full of infinite horror outside.

Despite this, everyone still suppressed the fear they had bred in their hearts and tried to squeeze out a little courage.

I don't know why, I can feel the emotions of the people around me so carefully, but I find it difficult for me to fit in, just like in a novel, there is no character of me, I am inserted by force, so I am like a bystander.

I may not be here, I looked at the huge dark shadow in the distance, the outline of the mountain that had to be passed out of the village in the night, and I suddenly felt that I should be there.

Is it there? No, it's not right, or the whole thing doesn't concern me at all?!

No, it was too complicated, I couldn't make sense of it, I clutched my hair in pain again, thinking about it for so long, I lost track of the time, and I didn't notice that someone was saying it was 12 o'clock.

My arm was suddenly grabbed by Liu Peng next to me, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and told me: "Zhao Jun, it's 12 o'clock." ”

I turned my head to look at him, and his eyes were full of fear, deep fear, a fear that had been etched into his soul as if it had been engraved countless times.

Countless times?

But I wasn't allowed to think too long, when one of them shouted, "Listen, what is the sound?" ”

The ancestral hall suddenly became quiet, and for the first time, my emotions began to really merge into this tension, just like in a horror movie, the evil ghost who had been harming people was finally about to appear.

'Knock', 'knock', 'knock', sure enough, there was a sound, I heard it clearly, it was the sound of footsteps that were not in a hurry, approaching here step by step, the footsteps were very calm, and they were not deliberately stepping on very heavy, but they were so clear, as if they were stepping on people's hearts.

"It's the old village chief" I heard a choked voice beside me, and when I saw it, it was Liu Peng who was standing next to me crying, and he cried like this, but the firewood knife in his hand was held tighter, because I clearly saw that the green tendons on his hand were bursting out.

"The old village chief hugged me when he was a child, why did he want to kill me?" Liu Peng said while wiping his tears.

A very absurd feeling suddenly rose in my heart, how could such a person who knew each other well, who had fond memories, be like this? He's going to kill the people here, and aren't the people here ready to kill him? But what kind memories do you think of at this time? Are you looking for some psychological comfort?

I felt more and more out of the way, but the sound of approaching footsteps reminded me that I was part of the area.

Liu Peng's words seemed to cause a chain reaction, and everyone began to talk about the past with the old village chief, but at this moment, talking about such a past made me feel a sense of black humor.

It's like a pair of lovers staring at each other affectionately, muttering love words, but each other's hands are holding knives, which have been deeply inserted into each other's abdomen.

Life, is that? The intertwining of love and hate, the entanglement of grievances and grievances, has blinded itself to simplicity and right and wrong. Then, everything began to be chaotic, relatives turned against each other, lovers became enemies, and in the red dust, perhaps only a heart can see simplicity in the complex web, see the most basic right and wrong, in order to avoid these cause and effect, in order not to appear today's absurd farce, while shouting warm memories, while not dying!

"Only the heart, right and wrong are clear! It is not disturbed by external objects, it is not bound by emotions, it is not affected by cause and effect, and it is not sinful. A feeling suddenly sounded in my head, telling me this sentence, confirming my understanding.

The voice is so kind, who is it? Suddenly, I couldn't help but shout, "Who is it?" ”

As my voice fell, a gust of wind blew, and the footsteps were less than ten meters away from the gate here, and Liu Peng, who was already crying silently next to me, said: "Zhao Jun, who else could it be, is the old village chief here?" ”

This sentence brought me in from a bystander again, yes, what kind of heart? I'm fighting against the old village chief with everyone now, how can I have so many strange thoughts?

The wind blew everyone's clothes fluttering, silent, deathly silent, as if there was only the sound of footsteps in heaven and earth, and my heart seemed to be in my throat, and it must be beating very violently.

But my eyes widened in fear, it must be beating violently? Why would I make such hypothetical statements, shouldn't a person have a normal heartbeat?

This discovery made me really frightened, and I stood in the wind, and with some trembling reached out to my heart—there was no heartbeat!

Am I dead? What am I?

Suddenly my head began to ache sharply, something was about to come out, I looked around in horror, and wanted to say something, but now the sound of life-threatening footsteps had stopped at the door.

"Woo woo" Some women began to cry loudly and were no longer depressed.

Then, the children began to cry, and finally, the string, which had been taut, stopped at the doorway with the sound of footsteps, disconnected, and fragility emerged, and the women and children could not help but succumb to fear.

The men watched all this silently, but wiped away the tears just now, many times women are more flexible and strong. But at times like these, it must be the men who have to be stronger.

It is the duty of God to protect women and children, and if you don't have courage and be stronger at such times, it is better to cut your own eggs and become eunuchs.

The eyes of each man began to grow firm, and they all looked at the door that had been silent for a while, and when it opened, disaster would begin.

A loud 'bang' sounded on the door, and the door of the ancient ancestral hall was smashed open with a huge hole!

Through the hole, one could clearly see a face behind the hole.

What a frightened face it was, obviously swollen by blisters, some of the flesh had fallen off, but some of the flesh had somehow dried up, blackened and pasted on the face, a strand of hair in the east and a strand in the west, obviously, it also fell off a lot, and the rest of the ** was attached to the scalp.

Because a piece of flesh on the left side of his face has fallen, he can see the teeth in his mouth and the rolled flesh, but just like that, there is a sneering expression on his face.

Can you imagine a tattered corpse sneering? I couldn't help but tremble!

The most terrifying thing is not this, but the pair of eyes, the whites of the eyes are yellow, and they are not the whites of the eyes of animals, right? But the eyeballs, why are the eyeballs red?

And those eyes actually have eyes, although at first glance, those eyes are cold and ruthless, but it is eyes, its eyes are cold, not the boundless death of a dead man.

And that coldness makes people tremble from the bottom of their hearts!

This face scared everyone present.