Under the dark night sky, the bitter cold wind blew the weeds in this ancient cemetery.

In the most remote grave far away from the graves of the ancestors of our village, there was a lot of chaos after being stolen. The dilapidated stone tablet fell down. The coffin that was originally buried deep in the land was dug out and thrown aside. The cover was broken, and the bones inside had been stolen, and there were not many traces left.

"Maybe because they have different customs in other places, the old dog family is very strange in our village."

Chen Shuhuai sat on a military folding stool moved by someone else, with a complicated expression and slowly talking about what happened back then.

Whether it is the young Gu Jun, the middle-aged Xue Ba, or the old Yao Shinian, everyone begged the old man to tell him everything he knew about Uncle Lao's house, no matter how ridiculous it sounded.

Some elderly people like to talk about the past with their younger generations, and Chen Shuhuai is such an elderly person.

"There are about ten people in their family. The adults look weird, and the young ones look exactly like us. I was a child at that time, and I also followed everyone to point fingers and make fun of the old dog as ugly as a foreigner. But the old dog never got angry with us, so I have never seen him angry."

"Originally, everyone drove them away, and grandpa asked them to stay. But after all, they were foreigners, and they didn't marry daughters or wives. Everyone didn't walk around their houses. They lived at the end of the village and almost all went into the mountains. They cut down some wood and made a few houses with mud, and formed a circle..."

Hearing this, Gu Jun couldn't help but ask: "Is Uncle Lao Gou's old house still there?"

Village Chief Chen continued to act as the translator. Chen Shuhuai sighed after hearing this, "It's not here, it's all collapsed and rotten... People don't live there for fifty or sixty years, you later life still don't know why." Village Chief Chen said embarrassedly when translating: "I really don't know, that is, there is heavy yin energy and bad feng shui."

"I was still young at that time and I liked to run around, but I was afraid of going there."

Chen Shuhuai talked about this incident that lasted more than 80 years ago, as if it was a different life. "Uncle Lao Gou did not raise pigs, chickens and ducks, and there was not even a dog, but there was always a strange smell in their yard..."

Gu Jun mentioned in his heart that others also heard the situation. What a strange smell?

But at this time, the village old man who was also in a 90-year-old wheelchair said contemptuously: "Shuhuai, isn't that the smell of foxes? He always says it's strange and weird."

They refer to body odor. Most Chinese people do not have body odor, but there are also groups of people.

"It's not the smell of fox, I don't remember clearly..." Chen Shuhuai sighed, and it was difficult to argue with his old friend. "I don't know what that strange smell is. It's very smelly, a bit like the smell of corpses... At that time, sometimes dead bodies floated in the river, and the smell was very similar..."

Gu Jun had a thought flashed through his mind, "Uncle Dog looks strange and smells of corpses." Could it be that Uncle Dog and even their whole family are really ghouls...

"We used bamboo poles to let them float downstream, otherwise they might be put there, but it would be unlucky for everyone to do such a thing. Later, Uncle Lao Gou and his family did this job, so no one in the village wanted to drive them away, but they also avoided them even more."

Chen Shuhuai sighed continuously, and his old face gradually became pale, "The strange thing I said started almost from that time..."

"I had to go up the mountain to pick up firewood every day, so I passed by their house every day. I felt uncomfortable every time I walked by. There were always people there, in the yard or at the door, and I didn't do anything, just watching you leave and didn't speak."

"I don't remember one day. One time when I walked by, I heard a thump inside, as if something was hitting the wooden door, and there was a low cry of something like a beast... I said, "Did the old dog hide some roe deer?"

Now, more than 80 years later, when talking about these things, Chen Shuhuai still cannot understand.

"At that time, it was not easy to have a full meal. If you want to eat some meat, you have to wait until the holidays are over. I wondered if the old dog and the others caught some wild animals from the mountain and hid them at home to serve as food storage... When I went back to tell my father and uncle, they found their grandfather and wanted the old dog to take out the roe deer meat for everyone to share some."

Gu Jun frowned, Xue Ba, Uncle Dan and others also felt a personal danger...

"Damn." Lou Xiaoning muttered, and it sounded like he was going to see the Red Gate Hole again.

But Chen Shuhuai still lived to be 95 years old now. "My grandpa really went to ask Uncle Lao Gou. After Uncle Lao Gou, he really took a whole roe deer and divided it. Later, he divided it a few times. After everyone ate the roe deer meat, he gradually accepted them. Uncle Lao Gou could be buried here even if he died."

"But when I heard the screams of the roe deer when they were slaughtered, I felt that it didn't look like that. The strange sound disappeared for a while... and then it rang again."

"I was so young and brave at that time, I wanted to see clearly. I found a day to climb up a nearby tree and stare at their yard..."

Speaking of this, Chen Shuhuai stopped and opened his mouth several times before he could continue to express the terrifying feeling:

"I hid until midnight, hungry and cold, and I was about to go down the tree and leave. Suddenly I saw... Uncle Old Dog's family walked out of the house to the yard. They walked strangely, and said something strangely, walking around and around... It seemed that it was their custom?"

"But I really saw it! Just in the middle of the yard, a strange black shadow came out of the mud..."

"I was so scared that I almost fell from the tree...I felt that they noticed me, and I didn't dare to speak out, nor did I dare to look again..."

"I don't know what happened later. When there was no movement in their yard, I immediately went down and ran home. Along the way, I noticed that the dogs, chickens, ducks and beasts in the village stopped barking, and all of them were lost and they didn't move. The next day they all died."

"At that time, the whole village didn't know what was going on. I thought if someone from the neighboring village came to poison. I told my grandfather about that, but after he went to negotiate with the old dog, he said that I was having a dream and don't mention this matter again."

"How could it be a dream? I can see clearly... But this incident never happened again, and the strange sound from the old uncle's house disappeared. They were very peaceful."

"I don't know if that's a dream."

Chen Shuhuai said this past story with sighs, and the fear in his eyes was still there, "I really don't know what that black shadow is..."

Village Chief Chen was a little embarrassed about the old man talking nonsense in front of so many leaders, but he wanted to translate it truthfully. After all, he is not the only one who understands Dongzhou dialect here.

But the members of the witch hunter team, Yao Shinian and Gu Jun, all had calm faces, so they thought of a lot of...summoning rituals?

The old uncle's family, whether it is a ghoul or summoning ghouls, is inseparable from relationships.

What kind of involvement is there? Yao Shinian showed Chen Shuhuai a few pictures with his mobile phone. The leader of the next life meeting had a haggard face and some dead-skinned people. Chen Shuhuai shook his head and said that he had never seen them before.

"Old Chen, look at this portrait again." Yao Shinian changed another picture and specifically told Gu Jun and the others not to see it before displaying it, because it involved that nightmare.
Chapter completed!