Uncover the mystery of ghost marriage in Snake Village: Snake Wife

Wedge: Dirty Woman

The flame, like a bright red tongue coating, licks the endless darkness in the sky of the night.

crackle crackle—

This is the sound of dry wood being burned by the fire. In this bleak night, it is like the fragile bone marrow being broken abruptly under the action of the arm.

Quiet, quiet makes people a little scared.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the gallows not far away, silently, but what they saw in their eyes was fear.

Endless fear, or a kind of reverence.

"Mom, I..." The immature child hid behind his mother, but just as he opened his mouth, his mother tightly covered his mouth, faltered for a moment, looked at his mother's terrified eyes, and closed it wisely. mouth.

There is no rain today, and it is a rare sunny day in the village among the mountains on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau.

And this ancient village is occluded enough to be scary.

There is no electricity, no signal, no running water, no internet, and the fear of suffocation due to isolation from the world. In this developed 21st century, his existence is always scary.

Are there still people living here, or...

It was sweltering, the ground was thunderous, and the lightning in the clear sky cut through the curtain of the sky, clearly illuminating the figure on the gallows.

It was a woman with her limbs bound, her slightly wriggling body indicated that her life was still lingering and panting, but her weak breathing seemed to indicate that the chains of ecstasy had tightly bound her neck.

As long as the god of death pulls lightly, her soul will fly to the sky and die.

The long black hair covered the drooping face from the top of the head. I don't know whether it was sweat or water. The hair was wet, and the clothes were not covering the body. Only a piece of linen wrapped the invisible part of the body. Under the snow-like skin, plump The chest is ready to come out.

What you see, what you can't see.

In the eyes of others, she was already a dirty woman.

In this closed and backward village, dirty women are to be burned alive on the gallows. This is a rule that this patriarchal village has followed for a hundred years. No one resists because they have become accustomed to it.

The sound of footsteps approached from far to near, slowly approaching, an old hand held the woman's chin and suddenly lifted it up forcefully, their eyes met.

Under the black hair is a beautiful and moving face. Although the color is pale and the lips are purple, the charming outline and the skin that can be broken by blows are facts that cannot be changed even after experiencing the criminal law of depravity.

The woman's eyes flickered, and the man with his chin on his back trembled slumped, breaking out in cold sweat.

This woman's eyes are magical, and it can make all men's hearts flutter when they look at them, and they can't hold themselves back.

"I... am a human being." The woman's voice was small and trembling, and she looked at the old face in front of her beggingly, "Burn me to death."

"If you admit that you are not human, maybe you can die more happily." The old man moved his lips.

"I am a human being." The voice was almost inaudible, but these three words were enough to imprint a deep imprint on the old man's heart.

The old man leaned into the woman's ear, "You should know that in the village, a woman like you who has lost her virginity without being married is destined to be burned alive, and if you say you are not human, maybe you don't need to die like this... ..."

"Kill this witch!" A voice came from the silent crowd, and the woman's dark eyes turned to the direction of the voice. It was a young man, strong and strong, with a black beard, holding a torch.

The woman let out a muffled grunt, but her eyes met. The man shrank back like a turtle and hid in the crowd.

Guilty.