What Wu Jian said was right. Soon, after turning a sharp bend, I saw countless dilapidated houses standing under the moonlight.
The houses are all one-story brick and tile houses. Perhaps because the second-story reservoir burst last time, many houses were destroyed, leaving only broken walls.
I looked for a while, but I couldn't tell the road at all, so I had to recall what I searched online for a long time, and pointed to a house with a complete appearance.
"The observation point should be behind that house."
Wu Jian did not answer, but took out his mobile phone to study for a while: "Well, yes, that should be the ancestral hall of Ercun. The observation point is not far from the ancestral hall. Let's go there first."
I nodded, looking at the rubble buried by weeds on the ground, I felt like I had nowhere to go.
Wu Jian hesitated for a moment, broke off a branch from the side, and explored the way: "Follow me, be careful."
I nodded and followed, Lulu stared at Wu Jian's broken branch in a daze.
"Lulu." I turned around and took Lulu's hand: "What's wrong?"
Lulu glanced at me, then turned her head to look at the broken place: "It's okay, let's go."
I curiously followed Lulu's gaze and looked at the broken place, but I didn't find any problems, and Wu Jian had already walked a certain distance, so I hurriedly led Lulu to catch up.
Perhaps because she was already engaged, Lulu did not resist my many intimate actions, and that was it until she reached the gate of the ancestral hall.
A collapsed house completely blocked our route, Wu Jian looked around, pointed to the ancestral hall and said: "It seems that we can only pass through, such a large building should have a back door. "
Indeed, the ancestral hall is in the shape of a courtyard, which can be seen from a distance. It occupies a very large area, and it should be a courtyard with several entrances. However, I was a little hesitant, because the surrounding buildings were obviously destroyed, but the ancestral hall was well preserved. You know, if the real reservoir burst, the location of the ancestral hall should be the first to be affected by the disaster.
Wu Jian obviously noticed it too, and took a photo of the closed gate of the ancestral hall with his mobile phone: "Everyone, be careful."
The gate of the ancestral hall seemed to be closed tightly, but Wu Jian pushed it open with a slight force, without the "squeak" friction sound I imagined.
Under the moonlight, I could clearly see that there was a huge courtyard behind the gate, with huge trees planted at the four corners, but they were dead. There were only corridors on both sides, and no houses, which was different from ordinary courtyard houses.
Facing the gate and passing through the courtyard, there is a huge antique building, which should be the main house of the ancestral hall.
The environment can be seen clearly at a glance, and I didn't find any danger. Wu Jian has already walked down the yard, and while observing whether there are side doors on both sides, he is walking towards the main house.
I followed a few steps and looked at the ground suspiciously. The ground was very clean, not even leaves. If it wasn't covered with thick dust, it would look like someone had cleaned it.
"Brother Jian, wait a minute." I stopped Wu Jian, and when he turned around, I pointed to the ground and said, "There is a problem."
Wu Jian used the strong light of the mobile phone to take pictures around, nodded: "Well, there is no trace of water impact at all."
"Not only that." I looked at the dead trees on one side: "The ancestral hall is the most important building of a family or village, and there can be no dead trees, so these trees died after the accident in the village, but there are no leaves on the ground. "
Wu Jian nodded again: "Be careful, everyone."
Now, the only thing we can do is to be careful.
As we approached the lobby step by step, the weird feeling became more and more obvious, because the lobby, like a stepped altar, was filled with spiritual tablets one by one. I clearly remember that the taxi driver Lao Cheng said that here, 365 The people are all dead. Although no corpses have been found, it has been more than ten years. If they are alive, it is impossible that there are no clues.
Then, who put the spirit tablet on the altar
Wu Jian checked the surroundings, but found nothing wrong, walked to the altar, and said strangely: "There are several entrances to this courtyard, why didn't I see the road leading to the back."
"Could the house in the back belong to another family?"
Wu Jian gave me a blank look: "Who dares to live behind the altar."
I scratched my head, yes, the altar belongs to the ancestors, but it is a very solemn place.
I couldn't find the way for a while, so I curiously took a photo of the token with my mobile phone, and suddenly exclaimed "ah".
The spirit tablet was not engraved with the name of the deceased, but something I couldn't understand.
Wu Jian and Lu Lu also walked over because of my exclamation, looked at the spirit card, and looked at each other speechlessly.
The crooked lines on the spirit card look like ghost amulets, even somewhat similar to the contents I saw on talisman papers such as evil-killing talismans.
Wu Jian looked at it for a while: "Could it be carved by Huang Xiaolong?" After speaking, he shook his head himself.
After observing for a long time, Lulu said with a solemn face, "This is ghost writing."
"Ghost text?" I looked at Lulu puzzled.
Lulu nodded: "It's the ghost writing of the underworld, but no one uses it in the underworld. After all, the ghost writing is too complicated, and because the ghost writing can communicate yin energy, the ghost writing is completely banned in order to control it."
My expression also became serious. If, as Lulu said, these are all ghost writings that are forbidden in the underworld, then Huang Xiaolong's matter may not only be related to the girl in red, but may have something to do with the underworld or even the underworld.
"Lulu, do you know these ghost essays? What are they written in?" Wu Jian asked worriedly.
Lulu gave a soft "hmm": "They are all the names of the deceased, there is nothing special about them."
"The name, why is it written in ghost characters?" I really couldn't figure it out.
Lulu thought for a while and said, "I guess I don't want to enter the underworld. Writing spirit cards in ghost script will gather Yin energy, and the dead will become stronger. However, this also violates the rules of the underworld."
"I'm really curious." Wu Jian looked at the spirit cards one by one: "After a flood, who wants these ghosts to become powerful and be tolerated by the underworld."
"Power. What kind of power in the underworld." I suddenly realized.
Lulu shook her head, "No, it's not that simple."
Wu Jian and I looked at Lulu in puzzlement. Lulu pondered for a while before saying, "This kind of ghost script used for sacrifices is only useful when the deceased is alive. The text is different."
"Ah" I didn't expect that both Wu Jian and I were wrong, but what Lulu said made me feel even more creepy.
The villagers of the Second Village actually carved their own spirit tablets with ghost scripts when they were still alive. Could it be that they would have burst their library a long time ago, or that this is the rule of the Second Village.
I expressed my thoughts, and Wu Jian directly objected to the second point, because there are only 365 spirit cards on the altar, and it is completely unreasonable to say that it is a traditional rule left by Ercun.