The mist is getting closer and closer, Aunt Li seems to have sensed something, she came over and pulled me away from the window, just as I was wondering, I saw that a mist was already floating in through the hole I made, and the crack in the door There is also a trace of mist floating in such a narrow place. Not far away, I seem to smell a sweet smell from the mist, like the smell of blood.
I don't understand what the origin of this fog is, but I always maintain this kind of awe for the unknown, and besides, the phoenix also stood up, so I dare not make mistakes. Silently retreated to my mother, holding my mother's hand, very cold.
My mother's face has become ugly. I thought my mother was frightened and was about to comfort her, but my mother pulled me away and walked to Aunt Li and said, "I've seen this fog before."
Immediately, I turned my gaze to my mother, who already had tears in her eyes, took a sniff before she said, "Wu Rui's father and elder brother died in this mist."
I suddenly opened my eyes wide, and I didn't care about my mother's feelings. I shook my mother's shoulders and said, "Mom, what are you talking about? Didn't father and brother die in a car accident?"
My mother closed her eyes in pain, with a tear streaming down her face, she said, "That day when your father and the others came back to their hometown for a drink, there was a thick fog on the way back, and then... I always thought it was a car accident, until a year later Aunt Yan just told me. Apart from your father’s time, this kind of fog also appeared once decades ago, but many people died that time, more than 20 people. At that time, many experts came from the country. It is said that the special weather caused the highly toxic mist to appear, and it is guaranteed that it will not appear again, so everyone did not pay much attention.”
"But when your dad walked out of the village for less than 2 kilometers, there was no fog in the village, so..."
My mother was crying, and I was also stunned. The deaths of my father and brother were man-made, not ghosts, but I was still not sure. I turned my head and looked at Aunt Li, hoping that he could give me an answer. .
Aunt Li just opened her mouth, and suddenly her expression changed, she pulled me and my mother back, while Fenghuang returned to Xueer, who was watching the cartoon ecstatically, at this moment, a voice came from afar The sound of orderly footsteps, heavy and powerful, is like the action of an army.
My face turned pale in an instant. Although I am not very familiar with my hometown, I know that there are no troops stationed here. Foreign troops, come on, how could it be so fast.
I secretly looked at Aunt Li beside me, and I saw Aunt Li looking in the direction of the door with anger in her eyes, but she didn't make a sound or make any other movements.
Looking at Fenghuang again, he seems to be watching cartoons with Xueer very easily, but the trembling arm and the exposed veins on it show that he is not as calm as he looks.
And I vaguely guessed something.
The footsteps sounded from far to near without stopping, and the police outside did not make any movement. What scares me the most is that there are many police cars parked on the flat ground outside, but those police cars don’t seem to exist now. Usually, because those footsteps didn't change at all, they just walked straight outside my house.
The confused Xue'er was awakened by the clear footsteps, her eyes left the TV, she looked over suspiciously, and was about to speak, but Fenghuang touched the back of her head lightly, and then her whole body softened into Fenghuang's arms .
Fenghuang beckoned to his mother to hug Xue'er and said, "She's too young, she'll sleep better."
But at this moment, a strange and familiar voice sounded: "***" The reason why the voice is very strange is that I have never heard this voice before, and I can't understand what he said at all. The reason for the familiarity is that Although I can't understand, I can know that he speaks Japanese. What kind of TV series have I watched the most since I was a child? I think many people are like me, and that is the anti-Japanese drama.
The guess in my heart was answered, but I didn't feel a little relieved because of it. The footsteps had stopped abruptly at the door. I don't know how many Japanese ghosts there are outside, but judging from the heaviness of the footsteps, the number is definitely not large. There will be less, now I regret that I didn't rush back to the ghost building directly during the day, not only put my mother and Xue'er in danger, but also delayed revenge for my father and brother.
The Japanese ghost at the door didn't move for a long time, but my heart was always on my mind. Just when I was about to collapse, there was a sound from outside, but this time it was chaotic... hawking.
I really don't know how to describe the voices outside, they are mixed, I carefully distinguish, some people are reading ancient Chinese aloud, some are teaching their children, some are selling things, some are talking loudly , it feels like a bustling village has suddenly arrived.
I looked at Aunt Li and the others strangely, only to see that Aunt Li's expression was no longer as serious as before, but she took a breath of relief and said, "I have never seen such a united village."
I instantly understood the origin of those people. This is my or the ancestors of this village. Is it just like this that can stop the Japanese ghosts? Needless to say, the contest between civilians and soldiers, I can also guess the outcome, just These are ghosts, I don't quite know. After all, the strength comparison between ghosts is not simply physical strength or skills and equipment.
Now there are all sounds outside, but there is no special sound of the army, which made me doubt whether the Japanese ghost army is still there, but Aunt Li's expression is not as serious as before, but she is still vigilant, I knew it, I can only wait silently for the next move of the Japanese ghost army.
Waiting always makes people feel irritable, especially in the current situation, I started to feel uneasy, walking back and forth in the main room, my mother calmed down a lot, put Xueer on the bench beside her, picked up the The three sticks of incense began to burn, and on the front of the main room was a dark wooden sign, which seemed to be quite old, with the title of heaven, earth, monarch, relative and teacher written on it.
After my mother finished offering incense respectfully, she pulled me to let me also offer incense. My mother said in a flat tone with respect: "My ancestors protect you, please burn incense sticks for your father and them."
I nodded and offered incense respectfully. This is the first time I have offered incense to an ancestor I don’t know so piously. Just like Aunt Li said, in a united village, such a big movement outside will definitely not be caused by a few people Or it can be done in a few generations. After all, our place is just a small village. It is said that there were more people in the past, and there were only a few hundred households.