Chapter Sixteen: Sorrow and Resentment

  Actually, regarding Teacher Wang Xiaoya's death, although I don't have direct responsibility, I am inescapably indirectly responsible. Saying too much is just tears. If I had stopped Zhang Bao at the time, such a thing wouldn't have happened. As for what exactly happened between Wang Xiaoya and that nine-tailed fox, it has nothing to do with me.

  Looking at Wang Hui's headless corpse, and then looking at another corpse, I felt terrified and full of regret. But could any of this change anything? Nothing could be changed! In the end, I still managed to move Wang Hui's corpse to the back of our village mountain. No matter what, he was my childhood friend, it was impossible for me to just leave his corpse behind.

  Looking at the entire village, every single person's name is there, and now only I am left, this feeling is not rejoicing, but panic. After a great deal of effort, Wang Hui's body was finally buried.

  I didn't leave any words for him, because I didn't dare to speak, fearing that I would encounter some kind of vengeful spirit. Maybe it's just because I'm naturally timid. But when I was about to leave, another strange thing happened - my scalp felt numb and my hair stood up involuntarily.

  This is the state that people exhibit when they encounter something extremely terrifying or shocking, I'm clear in my mind, but I haven't seen anything yet, how can I have this feeling? Never mind, this village is no longer the hometown where I relied on to survive, I must leave immediately.

  I had only taken three steps forward when I found that my legs could no longer lift up. At that moment, I was anxious, although I had seen ghosts before, but this time it scared me again.

  "Meow......""Meow......"

  At this time, the sound of a cat came from behind me, and the voice made my back feel cool. After the cat's cry, there were several dog barks and the crow's "ah..." "ah..." cries.

  This feeling is much more frightening than usual, because I already know that the villagers have all left three years ago, so what's with these calls? Cats and crows can be understood, they can be wild, but dogs absolutely won't. Originally, this place was surrounded by tombs, plus these things, undoubtedly upgrading fear to the maximum.

  Just then, I heard a hubbub of voices coming from in front of me. Following the direction of the sound, I saw a coffin approaching. Four people were carrying it, each with an expressionless face, just like dead men. None of them spoke, but the sound lingered around me.

  Just as I saw them, the cries of those animals had ceased to exist and vanished instantly from my ears.

  Damn it, now I really want to swear, are these few coffin carriers human or ghost? If they're human, how can they carry coffins in the middle of the night? If they're ghosts, why do they still need to carry coffins? My head is having a kind of explosive feeling right now, and I couldn't help but shiver.

  They slowly carried the coffin towards me, but as if they hadn't seen me at all, they stopped and put it down about a meter away from me. Although I was very scared, I still stared at one person's face, this person had wrinkled skin and a dull expression, looking very much like that fake Wang Hui.

  These four men stopped the coffin beside me and began to walk towards the grave site, taking out iron shovels from their hands and starting to dig graves. Their movements were very fast, but I couldn't hear any sound at all, and I even suspected that my ears had already gone deaf.

  I swallowed hard, staring at the red wooden coffin, and when I saw the name written on it, I couldn't calm down anymore. Under the mourning characters, there were actually three words: Zhao Xiaolong.

  Is that my name? I was so nervous that I lifted my leg at this time. But I still didn't dare to make a sound, because those four people were digging graves. I don't know if they are human or ghost, I can't disturb them. Leaving this place is the most important thing now!

  I quietly shifted my footsteps, circling around the large coffin. At this time, those four people were still digging graves and seemed to have not discovered me yet. I quietly turned back, heading in the direction down the mountain, but what made me even more terrified was that no matter how I stepped or changed direction, I couldn't leave this place and could only circle around the coffin on the spot.

  Now I don't know what's flowing on my body, because there isn't much water left in me to sweat, just as I was about to try and leave. At this time, one of the four people suddenly spoke up.

  "Zhao Xiaolong, why haven't you gotten into your coffin yet? What are you waiting for?"

  This voice I heard is so clear and familiar, it's our village chief's voice...

  "Little dragon, come in, you can't escape the fate of death, I've already built a tomb for you, hurry up and come."

  "Alright, Xiaolong, you come in too, let's have a reunion of three brothers."

  The two people who spoke behind me were actually Zhang Bao and Wang Hui. I'm trembling all over now, although we're brothers, this fear can't be stopped. It was my own hands that buried Wang Hui earlier. And now!

  "Come on in!"

  "Come on in!"

  A voice, a voice is calling me, this voice reveals sarcasm, resentment and anger, and at this time I find that my body is slowly approaching the coffin, and even wants to open the coffin lid. I want to try to stop it, but can't stop it at all.

  Good heavens! I'm no longer in control of myself. I don't know where the strength came from, but I somehow managed to open the coffin lid with my bare hands, and one hand is already close to the edge of the coffin.

  "Hahaha......" "Gagaga......" At this time, a burst of eerie laughter echoed through the entire back mountain.

  Just as I was about to enter the coffin, a woman's voice came out: "Zhao Xiaolong, stop in your tracks."

  After hearing this voice, I immediately tried to move my fingers and found that they could indeed move. But whose voice was it just now? It didn't sound like Tang Bingxue's voice at all?

  At this moment, a person wearing a white hat appeared in front of me at the foot of the mountain. She was holding an octagonal plate and running towards me. Although she was still some distance away, I had already recognized her - it was Xiao Rou from Fengmen Village.

  "Xiao Rou!" I exclaimed excitedly, calling out her name as I rushed towards her.

  After coming to my side, he directly took out a wine gourd from his pocket and sprayed it on my face. At this time, the red wooden coffin was gone! But those four people were still standing at the grave, but I couldn't see their faces clearly now.

  "Stand still right here!"

  "Hmm!" I knew Xiao Rou was going to cast a spell, and nodded vigorously.

  Xiao Rou then took out three incense sticks from her body and inserted them into the ground, lit them with a wave of her hand, and muttered to herself. In front of the four people standing on the grave, a layer of fog enveloped them, and after a moment, the fog disappeared, and those four people were gone.

  I saw that the dead man was no longer there, I hurried over to thank Xiaorou and asked her: "Xiaorou, you came just in time, what happened earlier, was it my illusion?"

  "No, what you saw just now is real. They are people from your village who died with unfulfilled longing and are jealous of the living, especially you, wanting to take you away with them. The accumulation of their grievances is an endless power, didn't you see me burning incense for them just now?"

  "Huh?!" I looked at her in confusion and asked, "So that means it was really my two brothers just now."

  "Yes, what you see is real. The village is no longer the same as it was eight years ago. It's full of resentment and extremely dangerous! I'll send you out of the village."

  Xiao Rou's gentle tone of voice immediately calmed my fearful heart. I excitedly grabbed her hand and said, "It's great to see you again! As it happens, I'm also going to see Witch Grandma, will you take me there?"

  Xiao Rou said helplessly to me at this time: "Now the witch is not in Fengmen Village, and last time's thing was my misunderstanding, she didn't mean to save you."

  "What? Didn't you come here specifically to save me?"

  What she said made me feel a bit unbelievable. How is this possible? Aren't the extraordinary things depicted in movies all about saving ordinary people?