Chapter 2: The Mysterious Village (13) Human Skin Envelope Sohu Read Book Digging for a better look at Sohu

  But just as we approached the sound, it drifted northward again. We chased after it to the north, but the sound shifted eastward instead. This continued until dawn was near, and I was exhausted. Suddenly, the sound vanished, and Tang Jun had to support me as we returned home in disappointment.

  As soon as I entered the door, I suddenly had an epiphany and a dangerous idea flashed through my mind. I quickly rushed into the house in three strides, and Tang Jun seemed to have realized something too. Sure enough, that last mouthful of wine was gone by then.

  I slumped at the entrance like a deflated rubber ball, realizing I had been deceived again. Anger suddenly arose in my heart, so I carried a hoe and iron shovel to that wasteland, thinking that since my daughter was nowhere to be found anyway, I might as well get rid of this evil creature. Who knows, maybe it's the lair of those two monsters.

  But as soon as I arrived at the desolate tomb, I was shocked. I clearly remembered the location of that grave, but now it had become empty and hollow, with all the soil on top collapsed into a big pit. Next to the pit, surprisingly, there were still scattered pieces of something like fur, which I distinctly recalled having buried in the ground. Had someone dug it up again?

  I jumped into the pit and used an iron shovel to remove all the floating soil. It took about half a day, and a three-meter-long, two-meter-wide rectangular pit appeared before my eyes. But what surprised me even more was that in the north-south direction, there was actually a deep ditch, which was built with broken white ceramic pieces.

  "I bent down to take a closer look at those white ceramic pieces, and I saw water erosion marks on them. But where did the water come from?" Old Jin said this and coughed lightly twice, then got off the kang and walked in with a kerosene lamp.

  He returned to his seat and poured me another cup of wine, then softly asked: "Little Luo, do you understand Feng Shui?"

  I furrowed my brow, although I had read some books, but still felt ambiguous about those things, so I shook my head.

  "Haha, that's no wonder, I was just puzzled why there would be such a ditch at the time. In an instant, I remembered that my ancestors had said something like this before: 'Yin Quan'!" Old Jin Tou said word by word.

  "Yin Quan?" I listened to these words as if in a dream, mechanically picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. The moment I put down the cup, I suddenly caught a glimpse of something black and sticky on the bottom of the cup.

  "The yin spring is rarely seen in general places, but a long time ago, it began to prevail in the village of Beigua. It started by digging a ditch about one foot deep under the coffin, with the edge of the ditch built up with stones. It's said that this can prevent people with heavy resentment from becoming evil spirits. I don't remember when it started to flourish, but I vaguely heard old people say that it was first created by a high-ranking monk." Old Jin sighed deeply.

  Before this, I had seen many ghost movies like Lam Ching-ying's "Mr. Vampire", but I was still skeptical about the existence of vampires. Even now, hearing Old Jin say such things, I couldn't help but feel doubtful - could it be that there really are such ferocious creatures in this world?

  "What happened after that?" I hastily gathered my thoughts and asked.