Hearing this, I didn't say anything else. I got back on the bicycle and sped in the other direction of the village.
After another bumpy ride, I stopped the car outside a bamboo forest.
The bamboo ditch, as the name suggests, is a depression filled with bamboo. The bamboo here is not like the bamboo on the mountain, but a very thin and long bamboo. The villagers usually use it to surround a fence and hang clothes. For children like us, we like to use it to tie a rope as a fishing rod or make a flute.
Although bamboo was closely related to the daily life of the villagers, no one was willing to come to such a place on normal days. The bamboo grew densely in a large area, which looked very depressing, especially at night. It was like a huge demon barrier, and anyone who saw it would panic.
What was even more frightening was that it was said that during the disaster three years ago, this place was once a mass grave. The elderly and children who starved to death were directly thrown into the bamboo ditch. Even now, forty to fifty years later, they would often see some weathered white bones in the bamboo forest.
However, such a place has now become the place where my parents live.
Standing outside the bamboo forest, I looked at the swaying bamboo shadows in the wind. I was a little scared and shouted into the bamboo forest," Dad, Mom, are you guys inside?”
My voice was like a ripple, swallowed by the black hole-like bamboo forest. In an instant, the vast wilderness fell into silence again, so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.
"Dad, Mom, I'm Shi Tou. Where are you?”
I shouted again. To be honest, I was extremely afraid. This fear was not because of the bamboo forest itself, but because a child could not get a response from his parents.
"Stone!"
Fortunately, after only a few seconds, a man's voice came from the bamboo forest. As soon as I heard the response, I quickly pushed the cart into the bamboo forest.
After walking for about ten meters, I saw a man running in my direction. Beside him was a pile of chopped bamboo.
"Dad!"
The moment I saw my father, tears flowed out of my eyes and I threw myself into his arms.
"Shi Tou, you're back."
"Yes, Dad. What happened?"
"Hey!"
Father sighed and patted my back with his rough hand." Let's go home first. I'll tell you slowly."”
Home?
I was stunned for a moment, then followed my father forward. This was a newly opened path. After walking along the path for about five minutes, an empty space appeared in front of us. In the middle of the empty space, there were two small bamboo houses, one big and one small. The top was covered with a layer of oil paper, probably used to shelter from the wind and rain.
"The big one is the living room, and the small one is the kitchen.”
His father pointed at the two bamboo houses and said. So this was the home he was talking about.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the bamboo house, he saw a woman walking out of the " kitchen ". She was holding some vegetables in her hand and seemed to be preparing to cook.
"Mom!"
Mother heard my voice and raised her head. Her face revealed a trace of joy, but I could clearly see the tears in her happy eyes.
"Mom, Dad, can you tell me what happened now?”
His father nodded and put down the bamboo on his shoulder. He sat on it and began to talk slowly.
Before that, let me say something. The village I live in is called Liuzhai Village. It's not a big village, with about 300 people. 90% of the men are surnamed Liu, and we're the only family with the surname Wang.
As for why our family would appear in this village with the surname Liu, my father had once asked my grandfather, and my grandfather only said two words: seek refuge.
Escape? To avoid famine? Or to avoid revenge? I don't know.
After Aunt Liu saw me fall, the news of me being possessed spread like wildfire in the village.
He thought that this kind of news would only be a topic of conversation after a meal. Once the novelty wore off, it would be over. He did not expect that two days later, a few strangers in black robes would appear in the village and ask about my grandfather's whereabouts. In the process, they even injured a villager named Liu Qiang. It was said that it was not an ordinary beating. They used a kind of special ability to lift the villager up and then threw him heavily on the ground. Then, they left.
After these black-robed men left, a saying began to spread in the village.
Basically, the black-robed men were actually a devil organization, and my grandfather was one of them.
Fifty years ago, his grandfather had fled here with his young father. He had wanted to start a normal life, but because he couldn't control himself, he often went out to do evil.
Sixteen years ago, he brought his illegitimate daughter back from the outside world. Twelve years ago, because of his conscience, he decided to take me to suicide to prevent future trouble. However, he didn't expect the magic power in my body to be so powerful that I survived the fire.
However, my grandfather also received his retribution. Not long ago, his illegitimate daughter committed suicide by jumping into the river. As his grandson, the hidden magic power in my body gradually appeared, and finally, it attracted the people of the Devil Organization to come looking for me.
To be honest, after hearing this so-called rumor, I couldn't help but admire the imagination of those rumormongers. They were so logical and logical that it was as if it was true. They could even come up with the term 'Devil Organization.' If they had the ability, they should write novels. It was a waste of talent to farm in the countryside.
Even though all of this was ridiculous, as more people spread it, some people really believed it. Moreover, the more people spread it, the more evil it became. This couldn't help but remind me of an ancient story called Three Men Becoming a Tiger.
They said that there were no tigers in the market, but when everyone told you that they saw a tiger in the market, you would naturally believe it.
No matter what, the final outcome of this matter was that our family became the source of evil that everyone hated. The villagers joined forces and, under the leadership of the village chief, chased my parents out of the village.
After listening to my father's story, my heart couldn't calm down for a long time. Why would people still believe such absurd rumors in the 21st century? And the cause of everything was those so-called members of the devil organization, the black-robed men.
Speaking of the black-robed man, there were many doubts. First of all, since they came to look for my grandfather, why didn't they go directly to my parents and ask those unrelated villagers? Secondly, why did they injure the other villagers without finding Grandpa and then leave for no reason? It was as if they had come here just to beat up the villager?
Therefore, I suspect that this black-robed man's story was fabricated by someone with ulterior motives.
Taking a step back, even if these black-robed people really exist, how can they determine that our family is the incarnation of the devil just based on their one-sided words?# Daguan Review Passed: Daguan Time:021420196:44PM
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