The gate of this stockade was originally made of thick pine wood, and the outside was covered with a layer of oil, which looked very strong, but at the moment it was in tatters, as if it had been smashed by something. We walked in through the breach in the gate, and saw rows of earth graves on the green grass on the left, and the soil on them was still freshly turned, and it was obvious that the people buried below had not died for a long time.

As we walked past, there were no monuments in front of the grave, but wooden stakes were hastily erected, on which were carved a rough grimace, a huge mouth, and empty eyes, and then wrapped with strips of blue cloth, which were supposed to be the clothes worn by the deceased before his death.

A rough count shows that there are more than 20 graves.

Like the Han people, most of the Miao people practice burial, but they never say that the dead are buried at the gate of the village. After all, the dead are gone, and the living still have to live their own lives, and anyone who sees the rows of graves every day will not be in a good mood.

Things seem very strange, there are dozens of wooden houses in this village, all of them are old, the architectural mode is also very simple, the front and back of the house are similar to the layout of the ordinary countryside in Jinping, but it is rare to see the cement floor, all of which are compacted with soil. I followed behind Yang Cao, cautiously approaching a room at the entrance of the village, the door was hidden, after entering, the furniture inside were all wooden and bamboo, and there were also people living in the smoke and dust, smoke and fire.

Scanning around, the room was simple and rough, not modern, and the room was cramped, and no one was there.

However, it is worth mentioning that this room is quite clean, with beams and corners without the common cobwebs of ordinary people.

In the dark room, I saw a hazy shadow underground, and when I turned on the flashlight, it was a big rat with black hair. Fat as a kitten, walking slowly. And we followed it and used the flashlight to shine forward, only to see a person lying on a wooden couch, the flesh on his limbs was gnawed clean, revealing the white bones of the forest, and the abdomen was hollow, and there was a nest of chirping mice in it, scurrying around.

As we walked over, the big rat was not afraid of men, but pounced on him fiercely, and was kicked by my big foot, and fell against the wall, and his head was broken and bleeding, and he died with a wail.

Corpse shrew, cannibal flesh and resentment, fat like a kitten, highly poisonous, very vicious, choose people and devour.

This thing is usually found in the dead after the war, and is the main culprit in the spread of the malignant plague.

We walked up to the wooden couch and observed the dead man: she was an old woman, her face was half gnawed, her teeth were terrible, yellow, black, and she had a very unpleasant rancid smell. Yang Cao took out a bone needle, pierced it into her temple, and when he pulled it out, he observed the minced flesh on it, and said that the person died for no more than three days. Well...... It's strange, how can there be no flies and other insects?

Although it is now close to the late autumn season, but the temperature in this valley is very abnormal, yesterday when we camped by the stone wall of the ruins, we were still plagued by mosquitoes, if it were not for the smell of fat insects, maybe we would not have been able to sleep well, and the people here have been dead for several days, the smell of rancid smell is emanated, there are no insects and flies on the side, it is indeed very strange. But I quickly found the answer: next to the wooden couch, there is a bamboo shrine with a stone-polished ash box on it, and a statue of the five plague gods carved by the root - this family raises Gu,

Although Gu is a fusion of ten thousand poisons, it is clean by nature, and has a strong rejection of insects and flies.

It's just that it doesn't prevent rats, but it makes these rats eat their skin and flesh.

Yang Cao took out a small bottle from his clothes and sprinkled some white powder on the corpse. In this kind of weather, if the dead are allowed to rot and stink, it is easy to cause a plague, even if we do not collect the corpses, we must do a good job of prevention. The white powder was very toxic, and when it was sprinkled a little bit, black smoke immediately came out, and a nest of more than a dozen thumb-sized mice wanted to escape, but they all kicked their legs and died without taking a few steps.

We walked out of the house and went into a few more rooms, some of which were empty, and some of which were able to see dead people, and most of them had just died, only three or two days old. The causes of their death were varied, some were bitten in the throat, some had several holes in the chest and abdomen, some had no scars on their bodies, and their eyes suddenly died, and some of their bodies were torn apart or destroyed by corpses.

I walked around the stockade, but there was not a single person alive.

This stockade was slaughtered.

We gathered in front of the drum tower and began to exchange views on the matter. There are a few places worth mentioning, as the indigenous people of Qingshan Boundary, the people of Segai Village who are closest to this reckless forest, Lao Jin said that he has never heard of such a village, there are some seedling villages in Qingshan Boundary, some live in the mountains at an altitude of several thousand meters, and do not go down the mountain all year round, and some live in the old forest, but more or less, there will be some names coming out, and there are also young people who go out to wander out, count up, Segai Village used to be a seedling village, and now it is also connected to the car, where will this happen?

Second, I personally visited nearly ten households, and found that six houses were enshrined in the statues of the Five Plague Gods, and Gu cultivators accounted for most of them.

Third, there is not a single thing or object with modern characteristics in these people's homes.

This is a mysterious village, a foggy village. All of this seemed very strange, the people here had enjoyed the peaceful rural life in a quiet corner, but when we arrived here, we found that the whole village, except for the twenty or so cemeteries, had all died, and the time of death was only a few days.

What the hell is going on? How could it be such a coincidence?

At that time at the end of 08, the crossing novel was in the ascendant, and Xiao Zhou, who had been acting very silent, made a rare joke, saying that we fell down from the waterfall and crossed over? We smiled, but undoubtedly thought of one point: Could it be that this village, just like Mr. Tao Yuanming's "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", is hidden and self-sufficient, "I don't know that there is a Han, regardless of Wei and Jin"?

Perhaps this is the only way to explain what we are seeing.

It's just that how do they keep their stockade from being seen by outsiders? Is it the kind of terrifying and grotesque legend that Lao Jin said scares people away? Or do the dwarf mules act as part of the outer barrier?

We had some discussions, and Hu Wenfei told us that after living in this village, there was a large paddy field depression behind it. At the end, however, in the distance, there was a large cavern with a wide mouth, from which the stream disappeared into darkness. I don't know if there is a way up the mountain in the road, instead of so hard to find the way, it is better to find out if there is still a living mouth in this Miao Village, if so, the information obtained from his mouth should be more accurate. Moreover, we can also know what kind of situation is here.

The upstream is collapsing, the path is stacked with rubble, and the downstream is a dark cave, which Hu Wenfei said is indeed more useful than blindly looking for an exit.

It's just that...... Is there still a living mouth here?

We came to the largest building in this Miao village, the Fang clan temple made of stone. Miao Village usually has a temple, also called the ancestral hall, is a place to pay tribute to the ancestors, intra-clan talks and the implementation of the clan law, in ancient times or the Tusi system, here is a place that represents power and majesty, so it is particularly sacred, the patriarch can make laws and regulations here, decide the life and death of the clan.

This is the largest ancestral hall of a Jongmyo I've ever seen.

I originally thought that there might be more than a dozen rows of tablets in the main hall of this small village with only thirty or forty households, but when I walked into this room paved with bluestone slabs, I saw a mess, but in the main hall, there were three or four hundred tablets scattered on the ground and broken into several pieces. What is this concept? According to the Miao family, only the patriarch or those who have made special contributions to the clan can be ranked above the main hall and enjoy the incense offerings of the descendants.

I picked up a tablet, and the words on it were crooked, not the words I was familiar with.

Yang Cao took it, looked at it for a while, and said hesitantly, Could it be Gu Yelang's words?

I just wanted to laugh at him, when I suddenly heard Ma Haibo's shouting outside, my heart tightened, and I immediately rushed out of the door, only to see Ma Haibo shouting loudly in the distance, as if he was chasing something. The people around them all showed surprised expressions, followed by vigilance, clenched their weapons in their hands, and ran forward one after another. I took the lead, and soon ran past four or five houses, shouting at Ma Haibo What's the matter?

Ma Haibo replied to me, saying that he had just seen a thin figure running out of the room over there and showing it to him.

I was shocked, could it be a dwarf mule?

As soon as I thought of this hateful little thing, the anger in my heart burned one after another, and I didn't hesitate at the moment, and ran wildly in the direction that Ma Haibo pointed to. I have been on the body of the Golden Silkworm Gu for more than a year, and the explosiveness of my body is not inferior to that of a professional sprinter, and as soon as I exert my strength, I quickly catch up, but what surprised me was that it was not a short mule in my sight, but a little girl.

This girl was more than one meter tall, wearing thin coarse cloth clothes, black and blue, and running barefoot fast, she seemed to be very frightened, babbling and screaming as she ran.

I was overjoyed, I was still talking about life just now, and now it appeared, could it be that the gods of heaven are watching over us?

I trembled with excitement, and quickly caught up with her, and grabbed the right hand of the yellow-haired girl who was so thin that she didn't have a few pounds of flesh, she turned her head, she was a delicate girl, with delicate eyebrows, very white skin, milk, and ordinary rural children, the only regret was that when she opened her mouth to bite me, her teeth were a little black - this was caused by drinking hard water with very high calcium content for a long time.

It's a pity, it's a pity...... Such a little Lori, bad teeth are a big problem!

Before I could stop sighing, I felt a pain in my arm, and my face was distorted.

Oh, this little girl bites, it hurts!