Horror novels about mountain villages

I strongly recommend Feng Shui Collection, and I have been chasing it in recent days. It's terrible. ...

The next thing I want to say is related to the dead man's ditch, and it is also related to me, and it has changed the fate of my life!

1977 autumn, a great event happened in the dead man's ditch, which shocked the surrounding villages. A pair of educated youth, in the early spring, ran into the dead ditch in the middle of the night ... It was not until the sun was about to set the next evening that bold people found them on the hillside of the dead ditch, but they were already two bodies. Strangely, they have no scars. According to people who have seen them, their skin is only black and gray.

This incident spread widely in the village for a time, making people panic. Even when you go out to the toilet at night, you have to go in groups, and the theory of ghosts and gods has spread slowly.

When I was a child, I had a good playmate named Wu, nicknamed Fat Wu, Wu Dadan, a fat man with a big belly.

On this day, fatty Wu and I got together again. Fat Wu played around and felt that the previous tricks were meaningless. He thinks of something exciting, so let me think of something slutty.

Thinking of the educated youth incident that has become a common topic in the village after dinner, I flew into a rage and patted my skull and said, "Go to hell!" Didn't two educated youths die there a few days ago? Let's go and see how they died. Do you dare? "

When he said this, Wu Fatty was annoyed on the spot.

"Dare not? What's my nickname, Wu Danzi! Who dares not to be a coward! "

So we made an appointment to sneak into the sewer tonight.

After dinner, I made an excuse for my father and ran to fatty Wu's house.

The ditch for the dead is a dirt ditch that is neither deep nor shallow. It is very long, full of weeds and wild branches. When we arrived, it was already dark and there was no one around. It's quiet. It's quiet.

This is the season when autumn tigers are in full swing. It was very hot, and we were sweating all the way, but outside the ditch for the dead, we didn't feel even a little bit of heat.

The air is stuffy, but gloomy. A little chill came out of the ground and penetrated into the meat from the soles of the feet, which made me get goose bumps all over.

We just wandered around the grass, looking for places where we might find clues, but we couldn't find them anywhere.

It's getting darker and darker, the ditch is getting colder and colder, and the underground is full of thick shadows. All the creatures in the mountains seem to be asleep, very desolate and silent.

At that time, my heart had already begun to retreat, but it was my own idea to come here. Because of my good face, I don't know how to talk to fatty Wu.

The moon climbed up slowly, rose high and looked bright, but the ditch was still dark, as if the moonlight would never shine here.

Just as I was thinking about how to speak, a voice that made my scalp numb suddenly came and made me tremble all over. A gust of wind blew the willows on the hillside, and Western jackdaw in the west, which was hidden in the grass and mountain stream, was scared to fly.

Then, a strange wind blew intermittently, and the surrounding grass rustled, as if someone was drilling around in the grass.