Horror Anchor Who Emerged From Hell

Grandpa Luo talked about the year 1969. For Huang, 69 was a strange year, but everyone's growth seemed to be inseparable from the various bizarre stories told by the older generation.

So Lao Huang seems to remember that a big event happened in these ten miles and eight towns in 1969.

plague!

Yes, it’s the plague!

Lao Huang now remembered that when he was very young, his grandmother once told him some old stories from the past.

Although the most told story at that time was the fight against Japanese invaders, she also often mentioned the 1969 plague.

"Not long after the spring of 1969, it should be after the Qingming Festival. During the Qingming Festival, we go to the tombs on the mountain to light up the lights, and the Junshan Reservoir is surrounded by ancestral tombs from nearby villages. At that time, people from several villages invited each other to go During the daytime visit to the ancestors’ tombs on the mountain, many people said they couldn’t light the candles at all.”

"It's like... it's like you finally lit the candle, and suddenly a mouth blew out the fire next to you. Not long ago, there was a TV series with a slogan asking whoever lights the candle. , is it the same as how things started that year?”

"But in the end, everyone lit candles. However, when it got dark, everyone in the village saw that it was completely bright on the ancestral tomb mountain. If the tomb sweepers arrived late, then at night It’s normal for the candles to be lit, but many of the candles I lit after lunch were also lit!”

"You can see the candlelights on the mountain jumping and jumping while standing in the stockade. At that time, all the stockades in the ten miles and eight towns were shaken. No one knew what happened. It was bright from dusk to Late at night, the party secretaries in several villages felt that this was abnormal, but at that time we had to walk a long, long way from the county seat, and the mountains were high and the emperor was far away, so small matters were decided internally as well as big ones. "

"Several village party secretaries gathered together, and after discussion, they organized two laborers from each village to go up the mountain to check. At that time, we were really afraid that those candlelights would burn the mountain. The so-called people who depend on the mountain to rely on the mountain and the water to eat. If those people If they were all burned, many people would starve to death based on the situation back then, so those young men were full of enthusiasm and were not afraid of what happened on the mountain. "

"There were about twenty or thirty people in total, and they went up the mountain in the middle of the night. Every few people went to a mountain, and if it was really a candle flame and not a will-o'-wisp, they blew out the fire. The task was very simple. , Climbing the mountain is not difficult. A group of twenty or thirty people went up the mountain, but no one in the village took a rest, they were all watching and waiting for them. "

"Having been there for about half an hour, a group of people nearby went up to the mountain and blew out the candles. Seeing the graves and hills turning dark, the people in the village felt a lot more peaceful. Later, candles on the mountain continued to light up one after another. As soon as the lamp was extinguished, the people on the mountain began to come down. At that time, everyone felt much more at ease, and the strong men on the mountain also came down, and several villages even got together to cook and drink supper. Got wine.”

"That day that year was even more lively than previous New Year celebrations, but people had almost dispersed after dawn. Everyone thought that the arrival of the next day was a new beginning, but that time in 1969 was a new beginning for our neighborhood. What a nightmare. First, Yang Laosan started to grow a bump on his hand on the second day of Qingming Festival. He didn’t think it was a big deal at that time. Later, Yang Laosan couldn’t move, then Wu Ming, Li Changkuan, Fang Sihai... "

"Everyone began to develop bumps on their hands. At first, the bumps were only as big as a fingernail, but later they became as big as a fist. They began to fester, and within a day of the abscess, they began to rupture, and eventually they began to grow all over the body. Every pustule After it was broken, it looked like a human face. Whether it was Yang Laosan, Li Changkuan, or Wu Ming and Fang Sihai, they all went to see a doctor, especially Li Changkuan, whose family was in good condition at the time and went to other provinces for treatment. "

"It's just that no one survived, and Li Changkuan died outside. The body couldn't be pulled back, so it was buried on the spot. Later, more and more people suffered from facial sores, and almost every village had them. Until seven When eight people were infected, it dawned on them that the people suffering from facial sores were all people who put out candles on the night of Qingming Festival!"

Grandpa Luo couldn't help crying as he spoke. He held Old Huang's hand tightly and cried, "Twenty or thirty young and strong men, twenty or thirty families. They are all dead, and not a single one is alive." Stay! After they died, someone calculated that for seventy-seven forty-nine days there would be crows in the direction of Junshan Reservoir."

"Quack... quack... quack, quack, it's like the door to the underworld has opened. It's so miserable... It's really miserable. I went to see every person when they died. Their hands and feet were supported. , Just like...like a drowned person. His arms and legs are stretched out and cannot be broken off!"

Grandpa Luo's voice was no longer sad, but was filled with deep fear.

What happened in their area in 1969 was terrifying and tragic. Even Jiang Ye was shocked, either because he couldn't believe that such an amazing event had happened in this remote mountainous countryside fifty years ago!

"Grandpa, where were those people buried later? Could it also be the Junshan Reservoir?" Lao Huang asked at this time.

Grandpa Luo lowered his head and clenched his fists and said: "My father was the village party secretary of Luojiazhai at that time. After all the young strong men who went up the mountain died, he said that they could not be buried in the ground. It was too evil. If they were buried like this No one knew what would happen next, so he told several village party secretaries to burn the people with peach wood branches and then bury them like they are now cremated.”

"It's still buried in the area of ​​Junshan Reservoir. There is no other way. It's the ancestral tomb mountain, and there is no place to bury it except there!"

After Grandpa Luo finished speaking, Lao Huang was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

"Then why have I never heard of such an evil thing? When my wife told me, she only said there was a plague that killed many people."

"The people from above asked me not to say anything. They only said that there was a plague. And no one dared to say it, for fear that they would get sores on their faces if they said it. After that, everyone gradually accepted that it was a plague. But, my father Unable to bear the guilt of my conscience, I found a rope and went to the Junshan Reservoir to hang myself during the Qingming Festival the next year!"

After finishing the last word, Grandpa Luo let out a long, long sigh.

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