Not long after driving on the township highway, the tractor finally turned into a small path that was made of gravel.??

The mountain road is narrow and long, and along the way, there are few people.

The weird old man never spoke.

Chen Wenyao wanted to ask something several times, but in the end he was stopped by the old man's eyes.

This old man must have a story! Chen Wenyao guessed in his heart.

"The weather is strange." The old man suddenly raised his head, looked at the cloudy sky, and murmured to himself.

Chen Wenyao was used to it. He must have come with him. He had not passed the heavens, so he basically went wherever he went, the thunderstorm weather would go.

Fortunately, the thunder and rain had not started yet, so Chen Wenyao was not worried about anything, so he just took the opportunity to ask the old man: "Is it because the uncle is afraid of rain and he doesn't have time to collect his clothes?"

The old man glanced at Chen Wenyao with a squinted look, chuckled, and grinned, "I still want to trick your ancestors' words, be gentle."

Chen Wenyao touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.

The old man had the unique cliché of the mountain people in his eyes, and said to Chen Wenyao: "I don't ask you what you are doing when you go to the opposite village. I just kindly reminded you that you may not be able to come back if you go."

Chen Wenyao pretended to be shocked with no idea and asked in surprise: "Why is this? Is it a dragon's nest?"

The old man held the tractor with one hand, but with the other hand, he tried to pick his feet and said vaguely: "There are not many rumors in this ditch, and even those who have died cannot clarify. Which dragon and tiger den can easily dig out hundreds of old corpses?"

"Old corpse?" Chen Wenyao heard a strange word and didn't know what it meant.

"You are so stupid, and you don't know (this)." The old man obviously rarely talks to people. Today he met Chen Wenyao. Even though he was a little sarcastic, Xue couldn't help but talk.

Chen Wenyao smiled and said, "I am young and have not experienced anything, so I definitely don't understand anything. Uncle, tell me."

The old man's mouth was open again, and his yellow teeth were smoked all year round, uneven, and there was still dark filth between the teeth. He spoke with bad breath, so Chen Wenyao couldn't eat or drink.

"As an old corpse, it's a corpse that has been in the past but has not rotten. If it is placed in the tomb, it is a rice dumpling." The old man explained with a smile.

Chen Wenyao understood this time, but his doubts were still unsolved and asked, "What's the matter with the hundreds of old corpses you mentioned? When, why have I never heard of them?"

The old man suddenly stopped talking, grinded his teeth, laughed again, and said, "Just that happened thirty years ago, you guys haven't seen it yet."

Chen Wenyao suddenly realized that the old man was talking about the murderer Demon King II thirty years ago.

"By the way, you are a man here. You must know some inside information about the incident back then." The incident was far away. Chen Wenyao also accidentally heard someone mention it when he grew up, but the details were not very clear. In addition to a page of unreliable encyclopedia, there are very few credible information on the Internet.

The old man's feet were very comfortable, so he changed his hand and continued to pick his other foot, "There is nothing to say? Isn't it all said in the newspapers and the news."

Chen Wenyao said: "You said everything, you were not born yet, so where can you read newspapers and news?"

The old man tilted his head and looked at Chen Wenyao: "Why are you asking about this?"

Chen Wenyao smiled and said, "Anyway, I'm bored, just ask. Otherwise, it would be boring to sit in the car."

The old man nodded tremblingly, and after buckled his feet, he directly scratched the handlebar.

Only then did Chen Wenyao realize that the old man had six fingers on both hands.

However, the extra fingers of the two palms are different. The left hand is the branch finger, while the right hand is the tail finger.

The old man scratched the extra finger on his right hand.

"There is nothing to say about that." The old man didn't notice Chen Wenyao was paying attention to his hands and said with no interest: "It's been so many years, and he's all talking about everything. However, he didn't say anything about it, and he was playing the piano randomly."

When Chen Wenyao heard the meaning of the old man's words, he seemed to know something about the inside story and immediately asked, "Why are they talking nonsense?"

"The newspaper said that the perverted murderer said that he killed half of the entire village. Isn't this nonsense?" The old man said with a look of anger and spitting: "There are only a few families in the opposite village, and they have killed more than 300 people. It has long been destroyed. Anyone who is willing to stay in that village?"

Chen Wenyao thought to himself that if so many people were really missing in a village, he might have escaped. After thinking about it, Chen Wenyao asked again: "Didn't it mean that people are all deceived from other places?"

"This is even more terrible. Look at this mountain, this water, and this road, which one without brains will be deceived here. Can one or two be deceived, or more than three hundred?" The old man was even more disdainful of this, and seemed a little angry. "Those newspapers, who talk nonsense all day, have made the reputation of the village bad. There is no way to move out of the capital, and they can only wait to die in the village."

Chen Wenyao asked: "If the newspaper is fake, why don't you care about the political axe?"

The old man grinned, with a stinging expression like you spitting out, "Why do you care? If you don't let that be said, then what should you say? Three hundred corpses fell from the sky? Or did they grow from the ground?"

Chen Wenyao was stunned. No matter what the rumors looked like, those three hundred corpses were the facts after all. If they were not explained clearly, it would be a big deal!

"What the uncle means is that Wang Er was wronged?" Chen Wenyao sorted out the old man's meaning inside and outside.

The old man was ascended to the ashes on his body and said, "What's the use of being wronged or wronged? People have been shot for so many years, and their bodies have been burned to ashes."

Chen Wenyao was silent.

After a while, Chen Wenyao changed the subject and said, "Uncle, what do you want to do when pulling this cart of bricks? Build a house?"

The old man hummed twice and said angrily: "Build a grave to sleep for yourself."

Chen Wenyao joked and said, "Then where will your grave be built?"

The old man really raised his hand and pointed in a direction: "It's right there."

Chen Wenyao looked in the direction he pointed and saw a small hill that looked like a bun. There was a stone tablet about two meters high standing in front of the mountain. The three words "Qingshuigou" were seen from a distance.

"The Qingshuigou has arrived?" Chen Wenyao asked, "Then I'll come down, thank you uncle."

The old man said, "You are going to the opposite village, I'll send it to you and come back."

"That's so sorry." Chen Wenyao said with a smile.

The old man also smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm going to the opposite village anyway. You can take a ride and have a companion to chat and play time."

Chen Wenyao thought to himself, and said, "That's so thankful."

"What are you thanking? I've been going downhill." The old man held the handlebars with both hands, hung up the gear, and slowly stumbled the stone tablet.

As he was close to the stele, Chen Wenyao saw that there were other words on the stele.

The three characters Qingshuigou should have been carved and filled with ink, so it is black. However, after a while, the ink sweat has been almost washed, revealing the true color of the stone. There are two lines of characters on the side, which are red, as if they have just been scraped, but they have not been scraped clean.

Chen Wenyao stared at him for a while before he could barely recognize a few words:

"There are no one here... three hundred people?"

What does this mean?! Chen Wenyao was a little puzzled. Looking at the remaining traces, the font and "Qingshuigou" were not the same as those of "Qingshuigou". It should have been added later by someone.

But why did you write such a sentence? Who wrote it?! Chen Wenyao couldn't figure it out.

Seeing that the old man also looked at the monument, Chen Wenyao asked, "Uncle, do you know who carved the words on the edge of the monument?"

The old man spat with a thick green phlegm and said casually: "What do you know, maybe it's a lunatic."

"Then what does it mean that there are no three hundred people here?" Chen Wenyao asked in confusion.

The old man showed a look of shock on his face and said, "Can you see the words on it clearly?"

Chen Wenyao replied: "Somewhat can't see clearly, half-guess half-guess. Is this a common saying or something?"

The old man was silent for a while and said, "This is the day when Wang Er was shot, someone engraved two lines of words on the monument. Later, he was scraped by people from the village, and a few days later someone painted them. After adding them, some people passing by scratched them casually. They repeated over and over again, and the monument was scraped thinner, and the words were still available every day. If you can't guarantee that you will see these two lines of words tomorrow."

Chen Wenyao said strangely: "My uncle should know what these two lines are, right?"
Chapter completed!