The First Part Chapter 2 The Mysterious Village (7)

  "Right!" Old Jin interrupted my thoughts, and then continued: "It was the place where I chopped that black shadow the day before. At this time, there is a piece of black stuff like fur here, but it's as hard as wood."

  Lao Jin's words made me a bit intimidated, but the more terrifying things are, the more they attract people, just like many people fear chili peppers, yet have a special liking for them.

  I crept up to the front of the deserted grave, carefully observing this thing, but unexpectedly discovered that the soil around the deserted grave had an unusual color. What made me feel strange was that the surface soil was black, which is normal, but after digging about an inch, the soil color suddenly turned purple, and another inch or so in, the soil color turned blood red, and another foot or so in, the soil color turned cyan green, and with each layer, I felt the soil layer becoming more solid. The final cyan green soil layer was as hard as rock, and when I used force, the knife blade broke into two pieces.

  I held the remaining half of the knife handle, slowly digging forward bit by bit. After this layer of soil was opened, I surprisingly saw a red coffin. The red color of this coffin was eerie, like flowing blood, and the tip of the knife had already been deeply embedded in the coffin.

  "At that time, I immediately understood that it must be the strange coffin that brought the disaster. So I got up and ran back home to get a hoe or an iron shovel to dig it open. But just as I reached the door, I heard my daughter screaming inside the house."

  I gripped the half dagger tightly in my hand, kicked open the door and rushed into the room. Only to see Hongying lying on the bed, hugging her shoulders and shouting, but Jindouzi was nowhere to be seen.

  "I hastily asked: 'What's going on? Where is Jindou?' My daughter was now pale with pain, her lips bitten and bleeding. She said that a hairy monster had jumped in from the window and snatched the child away in an instant, and she had been injured by the monster while desperately protecting the child. At this moment, I suddenly felt as if the flesh on my shoulder had been cut open with a knife."

  She said that, and I knew it must be the work of that monster. But I didn't dare to continue with the idea of hitting the coffin anymore. Tang Jun was not in the house at this time, where did he go? At that time, I couldn't take care of so much, just worrying about Jin Douzi's whereabouts. Until evening, Tang Jun came back, his face worried and said that he followed the monster rushing out, searched the entire mountain, but still didn't find any news of his son.

  "In the following days, all sorts of strange noises kept coming, but I and Tang Jun stayed in our daughter's room, moving that jar into her room. No matter how chaotic it was outside, I refused to leave the room half a step."

  It had been like this for about a week, and finally, the strange noise at night stopped. However, just as I was slightly letting my guard down, I discovered that every household in the village would turn on their lights after midnight.

  "It was similar to the scene tonight, when I didn't sleep all night until the lights went out after the sky turned white in the east. During the day, I thought of exploring those abandoned courtyards to see what's going on. I walked from house to house, but they were already in disarray, and there was no sign that anyone had been there, let alone any lamps."

  Those lights were on for about a month, and finally everything returned to normal. However, Hongying's body was getting weaker by the day. One evening, when I came home, I found that Hongying had disappeared." Old Jin said this, his eyes already overflowing with tears.

  I can understand Old Jin's feelings at that time, "When was Hongying found?"

  As soon as I uttered this sentence, I noticed a hint of despair on Old Jin's face, his eyes staring blankly out the window.

  Silence... Old Jin's face was gloomy as he stared out the window, while I kept staring at him. The rain had stopped by now, and all that could be heard was the sound of water dripping from the eaves, a crisp "patter" in my ears.