Later one day later, Lao Getou returned to the village and saw several villagers sitting blankly beside the corpses. The ground was covered with blood, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the smell of the corpses being rotten.

Lao Ge Tou, who should have been a young and middle-aged man at that time, was stunned when he saw this scene. Then he went crazy and searched through the pile of corpses. Later, he found his wife, children, and parents.

Everyone was shot at least twice on the body, and some were hit on the head with bullets. Blood mixed with brain matter flowed down, and people were already unrecognizable. What a miserable look that was, you could think of it just by thinking about it.

Wang Zan and Du Heng listened beside each other, feeling sad and ended very much.

Later, Mr. Ge and several villages began to restrain the bodies. One by one, one by one, and one by one, were buried on the hill behind the village. Since Mr. Ge and his friends had no money at that time and the conditions did not allow it, they basically dug a hole when they were buried and buried.

There were about twenty of them in total. They had to work hard for seven or eight days before they could bury all the corpses. Most of them had no coffins. Some were covered with straw mats, and some were wrapped with quilts, and they were buried like this.

The grave was not high and there was no tombstone. It was just a piece of wooden stake on it, and there was no name on the wood, because Mr. Ge and others were all illiterate at that time, and after burying it, there was no tribute or burning paper.

This is completely a burial, without any ritual.

Lao Getou was smoking a cigarette pot all the time. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and his eyes were red. Du Heng kept sighing next to him.

"I buried my family and fellow villagers well. I and a few people from the same village left and joined the army. I didn't want to do anything else, just to kill more Japanese so as to avenge the villagers and their families. I'll be back when I was liberation."

"After I came back, I was assigned a job and was in a mechanic factory in the county town..." Lao Ge Tou sighed and shook his head and said, "It has not been very smooth after working for a few years. I am old and have not started a family anymore. So I thought there is still a lot of land in the village, so I came back, thinking that I could survive alone. When I returned to Nangang Village, there were only seven or eight families left, and there were only about 30 people in total."

Du Heng suddenly asked in surprise: "There are only such people left in Nangang Village. The town or county has not banned it?"

"No, it can't be. After all, isn't this a person? And every family of seven or eight families has people going to join the army and fight. Who dares to take it away easily? Unless we go out by ourselves?" Lao Getou knocked the tobacco pipe in his hand and said, "I stayed in the village later, but after a few years, some people have moved away one after another. There are too few people here and it's too desolate. As I walk, I am left myself. Where can I go without children? In those years, I occasionally planted a land. I can't do it when I get older in recent years, and the fields are all deserted. I will only live with some relief funds. When I die, Nangang Village will probably be completely gone."

This is a very sad scene, telling the story of a village that may have been two or three generations. The village will be gone after people leave. If Nangang Village had not been killed in tragic times at that time, it might have to flourish until now.

Lao Getou said for a long time and was still immersed in sorrow, and did not speak anymore.

After a long time, it seemed that Lao Getou's emotional fluctuations gradually calmed down. Wang Zan asked softly: "Oh my master, how can you see them?"

Wang Zan never understood this problem when he came here last night. Uncle Ge obviously had never practiced any magic, had no yin and yang eyes, nor did he wipe away the tears of cows, so he could not see it. Unless the dead villagers deliberately let him see it, he would walk with people at night or meet lonely ghosts in a haunted house.

But if you think about this situation, there are problems. If these villagers deliberately let him see it, he will most likely be trying to murder him. [txt novel www.txtxs.info] or if you have something to ask for, it is absolutely impossible to live together for so many years.

There are many things that don't make sense here.

"I don't remember when I could see them..." Lao Getou thought for a while and recalled: "That was about a few years after I returned to the village. I suddenly saw them. At first, it was my mother. Now, the one who smokes the pipes behind you."

Wang Zan twisted his head and glanced. Behind him and Du Heng was an old lady, with her toes on her head, and she always pinched a cigarette pipe in her hand.

Du Heng subconsciously turned his head, turned his eyes and asked, "What, what's behind us?"

Wang Zan frowned and said, "You'd better not ask more questions. If you know too much, you won't be good for you. Be careful not to sleep in the future."

The old lady smoking a cigarette pipe suddenly blew her breath at the back of Du Heng's neck. Du Heng shivered suddenly, hugged her arms and said, "Why is this so cold..."

"I met my mother, and I saw my wife and children a few days later. At first, I was quite scared, but I thought that they were all from my family and nothing was wrong. Soon I got used to it a lot. Later, I met other people in the village one after another. They stayed in the village on weekdays, and I could see it day and night."

Du Heng suddenly felt a chill coming out of his forehead. He now understood completely that there were ghosts in this village, and there were more than one, and almost all the villagers who died at the beginning were here.

If that's the case, since he first came to this year, he has been passing by these villagers?

Du Heng was shivering.

"Anyway, I'm used to it, and I don't think it's a big deal. Do you think I'm fine now?"

Wang Zan frowned and asked, "Then have you gone to the cemetery to pay homage to them during the Chinese New Year and the holidays, and have you burned paper and put tributes on it?"

"How can I not? During the Qingming Festival, the New Year, and the death day, I went to burn paper. In the past, other people also came to burn it. Maybe those families have gone far away and never came back. Only I burned it myself, and I have burned it from the grave at the same time..."
Chapter completed!