Horror Anchor Who Emerged From Hell

Things floating on the water slowly rippled past the side of the boat.

It was a piece of clothing, exactly the same as Lao Huang's.

It's just that Huang didn't see it himself, Jiang Ye and the audience in the live broadcast room could see it clearly.

Thinking of the figure behind Lao Huang holding a candle by the dam, everyone understood at this moment.

However, the more I understand, the more worried I become: "Anchor, is Lao Huang's day coming soon?"

Jiang Ye nodded silently, but when he opened his mouth, he said: "The matter must be investigated to the root. If it is solved, it will be a blessing."

The audience suddenly said: "Lao Huang seems to be a pretty good person, and he is the supporter of his family. I can't believe how his parents, wife and children will live if something happens to him."

Lao Huang didn't know what was happening in the live broadcast room. Looking at the end of the dam getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but feel excited.

Finally, the boat docked, and Lao Huang stood up and asked Jiang Ye: "What will the anchor do next?"

Jiang Ye took a long breath and said with a smile: "Old Huang, please lift up the chickens and ducks tied to both ends of the boat and take a look."

Lao Huang nodded, bent down and pulled up the net bag tied to the stern of the boat.

After all, there are a lot of stones placed there, and they weigh a bit.

But with just such a hard pull, Lao Huang almost fell into the water due to inertia.

At this moment, there were no fat chickens or ducks in the net bag, only some skeletons were left.

When Lao Huang saw this scene, his eyes widened, but before he could speak, Jiang Ye said one step ahead of him: "Don't worry about it, lift up the bow of the boat and let me take a look."

Lao Huang quickly lifted up the bow of the boat, and the chickens and ducks all turned into skeletons of white bones.

"Pick out those skeletons, then get close to the phone camera and let me see what's on those skeletons."

Jiang Ye said again, Lao Huang followed suit and picked out all the bones and took pictures of them at close range with his mobile phone.

But looking closer, Lao Huang's teeth couldn't help but tremble.

There are clear tooth marks on each complete chicken and duck skeleton. Every bone is not spared, and the sizes of the tooth marks are different. Some were sharp and some were wide, and they didn't look like they were left by a person's teeth.

Jiang Ye's face changed slightly after reading it: "There are actually so many. Brother, hurry up and go ashore to the nearest village to find an elderly man to ask. As for what you are asking, I will tell you later."

"Huh? Going to the nearest village?"

"Yes, hurry up... sooner rather than later."

Jiang Ye urged, and Lao Huang hurried up to the reservoir dam. He didn't dare to delay what Jiang Ye told him, so he continued running to a nearby village.

However, this village is not far from Lao Huang's home, and there are quite a few acquaintances from the village.

The house that Lao Huang called did have a very old man, who was already eighty-six years old this year.

Let’s call him Grandpa Luo for now.

The person who opened the door for Lao Huang was Grandpa Luo's son. It was past ten o'clock in the evening. It was already late at night, but Grandpa Luo's son had a habit, that is, he liked to watch TV.

So he opened the door as soon as there was a knock. When he opened the door, there was a smell of alcohol wafting in the room.

According to Jiang Ye's understanding, probably nine out of ten men in central Guizhou drink alcohol, and most of them enjoy liquor. After Luo Grandpa's son found out what Lao Huang's purpose was, he took the lead without saying anything. Lao Huang went to see his old man.

He opened a door and woke up a white-haired old man lying on the bed.

Lao Huang had already turned off the video as instructed by Jiang Ye, but as long as there was sound, it could be transmitted into the live broadcast room. After waiting for Grandpa Luo to get up and his son to exit, Lao Huang put his phone on the table upside down as soon as he sat down.

"Grandpa, how are you doing these days?"

Of course, Lao Huang can't get straight to the point when he meets someone. The rules here are very strict, especially for the older generation. It is not polite to disturb the old man's dream in the middle of the night. If he doesn't even say hello to Grandpa Luo, even if he sends Old Huang away in the middle of the night, it will still be him, Old Huang, who will be scolded tomorrow.

The old man was in good spirits and said, "It's pretty good. I can still drink two taels a day."

Lao Huang also laughed on the phone. It could be heard from his voice that he was much more relaxed at this time than before. After all, the human touch in this room gave him a much warmer feeling.

Grandpa Luo also asked Lao Huang some things about his home and fish pond. Lao Huang answered politely. After chatting for a while, Lao Huang gradually talked about the fish pond.

The older generation, especially those at Grandpa Luo's age, have absolute faith in ghosts and gods. So when Lao Huang told the truth according to Jiang Ye's instructions, Grandpa Luo's face immediately became wary.

"Really? You didn't come here to talk nonsense to me in the middle of the night, right?"

"No way, grandpa, this is exactly what happened to me. After the expert pointed it out to me tonight, I finally found out the reason. But he asked me to come and ask, what happened to me? Did anything big happen to Junshan Reservoir before? "

Grandpa Luo fell silent when he heard this. The room was so quiet that he could even hear the sound of his son playing the TV outside.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Grandpa Luo’s hoarse voice finally rang on the phone:

"You also know that the little kid drowned a few years ago, so I won't talk about it, but there is something that not many people know about now. And the lives swallowed up by the Junshan Reservoir are not just Xiaofei in your village. There are more than a dozen villages nearby, especially the Junshan Reservoir, which was even bigger in the past. Wherever people go to play in the water, accidents happen every year.”

"The most tragic time I remember was the deceased Zhang Ming's family. His family had three grandsons at that time, and they were very prominent in the village. But in 1976, all three of Zhang Ming's grandchildren drowned in the Junshan Reservoir."

"There was also Tingfang who went to herd cattle in 1973, and Xiao Erdong in 1976. Oh, so many people died in that place. Countless, really countless..."

Grandpa Luo sighed repeatedly when he talked about it. Lao Huang couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said, "Why have I never heard of it?"

"You didn't know that when you were a little older in 1979. Besides, Junshan Reservoir invited many college students to come here in 1979."

The so-called Mr. Da is the local name for some highly respected Taoist priests. When Grandpa Luo talked about Mr. Da, his eyes were full of admiration and said: "Mr. Da has been doing rituals at Junshan Reservoir for three whole days. Only then did Junshan Reservoir Nothing happened in twenty or thirty years. When you said you wanted to take over the Junshan Reservoir, did I get angry and say no?"

Old Huang also remembered this incident and nodded silently. Grandpa Luo patted his shoulder and said: "I should have told you clearly at that time, but at that time I thought that this happened only once in decades. If you think about it rationally, it would only cost you over 100,000 yuan to build such a large reservoir, raise seedlings, and build a small house. As long as nothing happens, the business will not be a loss. "

As Grandpa Luo spoke, Lao Huang's heart began to ooze, but he did not forget the purpose of his visit, so he couldn't help but ask: "Did anything else happen before the three grandsons of Lao Zhang's family drowned?"

As soon as this question was asked, a look of fear appeared on Grandpa Luo's face.

He was very hesitant and couldn't help but cough again and again, but he still said it, even with a little pain in his tone: "In 1969, it happened in 1969, and many people died that year. People...!"

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