The fruit of killing life

Chapter 6 Pension Pavilion
At the foot of the northern foot of the Mang Mountains.

On the edge of a continuous mound of pines and cypresses.

"Mom, today Xiaolan boiled chicken soup. You have scooped the chicken head, chicken feet, and chicken butt into the bowl. It's delicious. You can eat it while it's hot."

The old woman with wrinkled face and white hair took the pottery bowl presented by her youngest son tremblingly.

The flesh and bones of the boiled chicken in the bowl are separated, and there is a layer of bright yellow oily flowers floating on the fragrant chicken soup, dotted with a few tender green scallions, which makes people appetite after seeing it.

In this year when ordinary farmers are full of dishes and can't even eat enough, this bowl of chicken soup is already a great meal.

The daughter-in-law, who was wearing a calico skirt next to her, handed her another piece of steamed bun and said courteously:
"Mother, the elder brother's family killed a pig and said that it will send you pork to eat tomorrow. Don't you like 'caotou meat' the most? This time, you can eat as much as you want.

Also, the second brother's family caught fresh fish from Luoshui, and the fish heads are reserved for you.

The third sister-in-law has dug up the wild vegetables of the season, and has steamed wild vegetable dumplings for you, all of which are your favorite. "

however.

This old woman, who had worked so hard to bring up her four sons and hadn't enjoyed a few days of happiness in her seventies and eighties, stared blankly at the filial piety offered by her son and daughter-in-law.

A burst of grief involuntarily welled up in my heart, and tears fell into the bowl "patta pata".

Seeing the old woman like this, the husband and wife's expressions suddenly became a little embarrassing.

The man dressed as a woodcutter hurriedly said:

"Mother, don't cry. You said well before you came here, what's wrong with you.

This is the case in all the "elderly care pavilions" in ten miles and eight townships. Didn't our brothers serve you with good food and drink?you"

Speaking of this, seeing the cloudy and mournful eyes of my old lady, I couldn't speak any more, so I shut up.

In the mist and rain, an old woman wearing a shroud is sitting in a tomb made of bricks and stones, and a middle-aged couple is standing outside the tomb in coir raincoats, looking at each other silently.

In the cemetery, there was only the sound of wind and rain.

Obviously, the "elderly care pavilion" that the woodcutter talked about sounds good, but it is actually a tomb for the dead without a door for the time being.

Don't know when it started.

In folk customs near Beiman Mountain, it is generally believed that if an old man is still alive after the age of 70, every day he spends will overdraw the blessings and longevity of his descendants.

Therefore, whenever an old man passes his 70th birthday and eats birthday noodles, he puts on a shroud and lies in a coffin.

Carried by the younger generation of the family into the "Old Care Pavilion" built in advance on the outskirts of Beiman Mountain, he spent the last hundred days alone in the tomb of the living dead.

During these one hundred days, the children will come to deliver meals every day. Every meal will be served according to the taste of the elderly, and the best meals in the family will be served.

However, every time the children send a meal, they will lay a brick for the door of the tomb.

A hundred days later, the door of the tomb was just built, and the 70-year-old man was completely sealed inside and starved to death.

Of course, in most cases, it is almost impossible to persist for a hundred days.

After all, this is Beiman Mountain where mountain spirits and wild ghosts emerge in endlessly. Spending the night alone in the cemetery is like putting a meat bun at the door of the kennel.

Knowing that she will end up miserable, even if the delicious food is served in front of her, how can this old woman have any appetite?
However, she knew better that if she sneaked out of the tomb in the middle, she would be regarded as an unlucky "tomb tiger" by her family and clansmen, and she would be burned alive or seal the tomb door immediately.

Even this last day of peace is not available.

From the perspective of children and grandchildren, it seems reasonable to send old parents to the grave for their own blessings and longevity.

But who ever cared about the feelings of these "tomb tigers"?

Although it is a tradition, but the old woman is really hard to understand!
Who naturally likes to eat chicken heads and fish heads without meat, the most stinky sloth meat full of dirty blood worms, and vegetable dumplings made of wild vegetables?
Isn't it to leave good meat and good food for the sons to eat?
Alone, he lived frugally and endured hardships to bring up his four sons and marry them into wives.

Fortunately, he is the only "old birthday star" among the generations in the family who lived to be 70 years old, but he was carried into this tomb by his children and grandchildren to wait to die alone when he was supposed to enjoy the blessings.

'I don't regret raising them, but I didn't make any mistakes! '

Holding a pottery bowl, the tearful old woman begged her son and daughter-in-law:
"Xiaosi, Xiaosi, daughter-in-law, mother won't eat good food! From now on, mother will only eat one meal a day, and will help you chop firewood, plant land, and be a cow or a horse, okay?"

Seeing the old woman's unwillingness to die peacefully, the husband and wife gradually changed their expressions, and threatened coldly:

"Mother, shouldn't parents be like cows and horses for their children and grandchildren?
If you really run out, the sons can't afford to lose that man.When the time comes, the four of us brothers will be tired and do it ourselves, and we will be without you as a mother! "

Don't hesitate to add the first brick to this tomb, and don't turn your back on Wan.

Only the white-haired old woman was left sitting in the tomb in a daze, feeling more sad than heartbroken.

suddenly.

"what sound?"

Several people listened attentively.

A soft sound of footsteps that seemed to be walking on pads suddenly penetrated the rain and fell into their ears. Even the old woman in the tomb couldn't help but look up.

But don't wait for them to see what it is.

call--!
The white mist suddenly rushed over along with the haze in the forest, engulfing the entire cemetery.

Two short screams sounded and then stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, there was the terrifying sound of flesh tearing and bones smashing.

a long time.

When the mist in the mountains dissipated completely, the son and daughter-in-law outside the tomb disappeared without a trace, but bright red blood trickled down the ground, turning into a stream mixed with rainwater.

"My son—!"

Over the cemetery, only the heartrending cry of the old woman echoed for a long time. The pain of losing a child seems to be a hundred times worse than the sorrow of abandonment.

The night in the mountains came earlier than outside, and it rained for two consecutive days.

Even before the sun set, the Luoyang King's Mausoleum, located on the bird's mouth slope halfway up the mountain, was already lit with lights.

As the most noble among the many Beimanshan tomb owners in this dynasty, the cemetery of the first Luoyang king "Yili King Zhou Yi" is naturally worthy of his status.

The entire royal tomb city wall covers an area of ​​nearly [-] mu, which is very broadly divided into three courtyards.

Except for the "treasure city" (actually a mound) standing ten feet high in the third entrance courtyard, all the other buildings are carved out of bluestone, majestic and majestic.

At this moment, in the gatehouse in the front yard with yellow lights.

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Sitting at the table, Wang Yuan ate a delicious mutton soup dumpling in two bites, and raised his hand to pick up a fat but not greasy big elbow to gnaw on it until his mouth was dripping with oil.

Before the two people at the same table moved their chopsticks, the two food boxes on the ground were already half empty.

Glancing at the only wine jar on the table that he hadn't touched, he praised without hesitation:
"Wang Xiaoliu, you are very filial, Uncle Thirteen, I am very satisfied with you."

What's even more disgusting is that this guy actually smacked his mouth while eating.

It is now the evening of the next day.

In order to avoid side effects, before noon, Wang Cheng and Wang Cheng brought a group of brothers from the same clan to strengthen their courage, and carried Wang Yuan into this royal tomb belonging to the Luoyang king's lineage with sliding poles.

But according to the rules of the tomb guards and the lessons of these years of blood, no one is allowed to spend the night in the royal tomb except for those on duty who wear the talisman badge.

The others had just left the mountain, and only Wang Cheng and Wang Cheng were left to continue guarding Wang Yuan.

In order to prevent the fool from making trouble for themselves, they chose the simplest way of custody, directly bought a table of seats, and carried them up the mountain together.

Let this idiot whose IQ is no different from that of a child slowly chew on it.

Just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, it only knows how to lower its head to eat grass, but naturally forgets to look up at the road, and unknowingly loses its life.

It's more worry-free than tying it up like killing a pig.

It seems that Wang Yuan did as he expected, he was already attracted by the delicious food on the table, and he didn't realize that there was something wrong with the atmosphere.

therefore.

Although there was some discord in their hearts, neither of the two who were assigned this unlucky job said much.

Wang Chengsheng was afraid that Wang Yuan would fall ill again, so he also coaxed him with a smile on his face:
"As long as Thirteenth Uncle is satisfied, I will invite you to dinner when I return to the village tomorrow."

He had a respectful face but a sneer in his heart. Even a death row prisoner had to eat a meal before execution, and he was especially patient with dying people.

Let's eat, let's eat, let's go on the road when we are full.

I will eat your table when I go back tomorrow!
He looked up at the sky, then glanced at the gate vaguely, and said to Wang Yuan:
"Eat first, I'll go to the hut."

By the way, he winked at the yellow-faced companion beside him, and the latter stood up together, and walked towards the backyard of the city wall together.

It can be seen that apart from being a little jealous of the "weirdness" that Wang Yuan had encountered, he didn't take him personally at all.

Just a fool!
at this time.

Wang Yuan, who has excellent acting skills and is good at acting and observing words, noticed Wang Cheng's small movements at the first time, and his heart moved.

'After dark, I will look at the door from time to time, the two of them are waiting for someone! '

The "Book of Corpse Accounts" that I had seen in the ancestral hall immediately came to my mind again.

The only participants outside of Daling Village were the evil warlocks.

Under the annals of the "Little Book of Life and Death" in Wang Yuan's body, billowing black clouds began to gather again.

Everything indicates that his [fate] seems to be about to usher in a major turning point!

The most terrifying thing in the world is the unknown. All kinds of chilling and cruel scenes of cramps, skinning, flesh cutting, bone digging, and waist squashing seemed to flash before the boy's eyes.

The brain is running wild.

'The tomb of the king at night has been disconnected from the outside world, and no one dares to go up the mountain before dawn.

At this time, the mausoleum guards who left earlier should have arrived at the foot of the mountain, but the person Wang Cheng and the others were waiting for had not yet arrived, which happened to be the vacuum period when the opponent's strength was weakest.

Can't wait any longer, now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape Shengtian.

Before that, take these two grandsons first, pry their mouths open, and know yourself and the enemy before you can turn from light to darkness, from defense to offense! '

Wang Yuan didn't forget that he couldn't escape Daling Village once and for all, as long as he didn't understand what the patriarch and the others were going to do for a day, no matter how far he escaped, it would be useless.

He quickly opened the wine jar on the table that he had never touched, took out a porcelain bottle from his skirt, and poured all the white powder into the wine.

(End of this chapter)