It was late at night, and the insects and frogs were chirping neatly.

The frosty crescent moon hangs high in the sky, the cool breeze blows, in the fields, the weeds bend down, and in the mountains and forests, the trees shake their heads.

......The strange cry of the owl broke the silence of the night, and in the sound of flapping wings, a black shadow grabbed a mouse from the field, flew into the sky, and landed in the treetops, a pair of bright eyes glowing yellow, watching at the feet.

The ghost cried and cried with the fire in his mouth, and the face under the hat flickered in the light of the fire.

He slammed open a door, and the room was pitch black, and with a blow from his mouth, sparks erupted from the fire, and the sparks shimmered, making the room a little brighter.

A dark shadow sprang out of the corner and rushed out the door. There was a big black horse's neighing outside the door, and as soon as Ghost Cry turned around, the black shadow that had just escaped was kicked in again.

The ghost cried and caught him, carried him out of the door, tore the big mouth from his waist, and threw it on the man's body, and the big mouth instantly wrapped him tightly. Then he threw the man to the ground, and when he saw in the moonlight, it was the old man who told him to roll during the day.

"Look at him. Ghost Cry said to the big black horse, and then searched the surrounding rooms, but found nothing.

The whole village is just that big. After the meal, it was found that almost all the houses had been searched.

Ghost Cry thought as he threw the bound old man on horseback, and led the horse around the village.

There was silence in the village, except for the occasional sound of snoring coming from the house, which was a villager from Tianjiagou.

Ghost Cry was already sure that although they looked strange, they were actually people, not monsters or corpses.

They were just sick because they were cursed, and they went crazy under the torture of illness. Although they still eat together at sunrise and sunset, as usual, and seem to be happy during the meal, everyone lives alone in their own world, indifferent to the outside world.

When you see a woman, you call your mother-in-law, when you see a man, you call your brother, and when you see a child, you call your son, regardless of the relationship between the other party and you.

A child's laughter is just laughter. The concern of adults is only superficial. Even the quarrel is a chicken-to-duck talk, which just looks like that. They just blindly live according to the old model. They have long since collapsed, not only physically, but also mentally.

In this state of theirs, even if the ghost cries the knife, there is no way. They were so sick that they were terminally ill. They are still alive at the moment, because their strange illness supports their tattered bodies, and even gives them some strength greater than ordinary people. Once Ghost Cry helps them get rid of the disease, the tattered body will collapse instantly, and they will naturally die, which can be said to be incurable.

The only thing that is normal in this village is the old man on the back of the big black horse, who is also crazy, but at least, it is not as serious as those people, and he does not have that strange disease.

When he arrived at a room that was still in good condition, he found a roll of straw mats, carried them to the hall, and spread them on the ground.

Then, he unloaded the man from the back of the big black horse, and then helped the big black horse remove the saddle.

Then he lay down on the straw mat by himself, put away the fire fold, held his head, and looked at the ridge of the black hole, not knowing what he was thinking.

There are also chickens in the village, which are only known at dawn when the ghost cries.

Chickens crow in the village, and then there was a noise outside.

Devil Cry sat up, the black shadow squirming in the corner of the wall stiffened violently. It's the old man, he's awake, but he's so entangled in his big mouth that he can't break free.

"Big mouth. The ghost cried softly.

The big mouth scurried back, wrapping around the scabbard.

The fire that was ignited by the ghost cry leaned over and saw the old man's panicked face.

"Are you awake?" Ghost Cry asked.

The old man spoke, his voice hoarse, and because he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, his tongue curled: "You... You... Who are you?"

"A passerby. The ghost cried and said, "There seems to be something strange in this village, can you tell me about it?"

"Over... Passerby. The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, laughing maniacally, and tears flowed from his eyes: "You don't look like any ordinary passer-by, but it doesn't matter, because you are not far from death." ”

Ghost Cry's face remained unchanged and asked, "Why?"

"Don't you see it yet?" the old man looked at a fool as if "this place is ominous, no one can survive here." ”

"However, I saw a lot of living people. Ghost Cry said lightly: "Plus you, 27." ”

The old man had a mocking smile on his face: "Do you think they are still alive?"

They are certainly alive, but in a way, they are dead, and all they see now is a bunch of walking dead.

"Why is this happening?" asked Ghost Cry, "As far as I know, there is no plague like this. ”

"Plague, you thought it was a plague. The old man thought it was very ridiculous, and laughed again, and his laughter was full of desolation: "This is a curse, do you understand the curse?"

After speaking, he was full of exhaustion and waved his hand: "Let's go, maybe, it's still too late." ”

"Curse. Ghost Cry had a smile on his face: "It's funny, it looks like you know who it is." ”

"It's none of your business, let's go!" the old man urged.

"Under the ghost crying, a passer-by, please ask your honorable name. ”

"Tian Ermu. Tian Ermu urged again, with a pleading in his eyes: "Let's go!"

"Then I can go, can you tell me who cursed this village?"

"Let's go!" Tian Ermu became angry and roared, "Once I say his name, you really can't leave." ”

The ghost cried and closed his mouth, Tian Ermu also closed his mouth panting, the big black horse was awakened, raised his head, and looked at the two people in a daze, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know why.

After a while, the ghost cried and said, "Do you know a child named Xiaohuzi?"

"He?" Tian Ermu didn't react a little.

"I saw him by the river, and he was half of his body and wanted to go home for dinner. A cold smile appeared on Ghost Cry's face: "I took him home for dinner, and then he left." I promised him that I would seek justice for him. ”

Tian Ermu trembled, covered his face, and tears flowed out: "I remember him, the second cousin's baby." The second cousin wanted to take him away, but he didn't succeed. Later, a gang of robbers came, and some of us wanted to die because of illness, so we went up to meet the robbers, and the second cousin took Xiaohuzi to the river and hid. The robbers suffered heavy losses, retreated to the river, and saw the second cousin, father and son, in order to vent their anger......"

Speaking of this, Tian Ermu whimpered and cried.

"What about the bandits?" asked Ghost Cry.

Tian Ermu sneered: "It's dead, it's all dead." The next day they were dead, in the forest across the river, and they hanged themselves. ”

Ghost Cry had expected this, and he nodded: "So, who is the one who cursed?"

"Not people. Tian Ermu snorted, looked at the ghost crying, his pupils suddenly turned into a pair of snake pupils, and his tone was gloomy: "It's a ghost snake." ”

The bell rang suddenly, the ghost cried violently, and the sword light was like a waterfall.

The fire fold fell to the ground, the light of the fire swayed, and the afterglow of breaking the air echoed in the room.