Chapter 981 Grave Village
dining tables have been set up in the center of the village. Many villagers have arrived early. Everyone is happily thinking about a bright future, and everyone has a smile on their face.
Yes, people in the grave village love to laugh.
“The village chief is here!”
“Quick, quick, quick! Applause!”
"Wait, wait, we haven't spoken yet!"
"Wonderful!"
"Are you stupid?! You have to wait until the village chief speaks before shouting!"
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The white-haired village chief is respected by all villagers. He has dedicated his life to this village.
Stepping onto the simple and temporary stage, the village chief looked at the familiar faces under the stage. He was unwilling to look at everyone, and his eyes gradually drifted into the distance.
Grave Village is built in a huge sinkhole, which is the garbage disposal center of the cities outside. Those living on the ground will continue to throw all kinds of garbage and abandoned objects into the deep pit.
Perhaps also because of the poor living environment, there are almost no normal-looking villagers in Fen Village, and everyone is more or less deformed. Their minds may still be the same as ordinary people, but in appearance, they are no longer regarded as the same kind by those outside the village.
Raising his head, the old village chief felt as if he was staying in an abyss. More and more garbage was being brought in from outside, and the grave village was buried deeper and deeper. People in this village would probably never be able to climb out. Out.
There is a stench in the air, but the villagers of Feng Village don't care. The garbage thrown into the pit is a treasure that can make money for them. Only by constantly dealing with garbage can they change their bad situation. Only then can he have enough money to buy medicine and extend his miserable life.
The world under the sun produces garbage. People throw garbage into deep pits and pay the residents of Tomb Village to dispose of the garbage. This seems natural, but it is not what the village chief pursues.
There is a ghost buried under the grave village, and the village cannot be relocated, so the village chief hopes that people outside will stop throwing garbage into the pit, but actually come down to help, change, and build the pit.
Fengcun doesn’t need those dirty and negative things, he wants to let in some positive things.
The old village chief had a good idea, but he far underestimated the greed and evil of humans and the terrifying madness of ghosts.
"Under the leadership of Village Chief Fu, everyone in our Fen Village has lived a good life. Now let’s invite the village chief to speak!" A young man in a suit shouted loudly next to the stage. His character He is lively and cheerful, and his voice is very pleasant. It is incompatible with the overall atmosphere of Fengcun. He is more like a rich second generation who came to the big city to experience life.
All the villagers fell silent, and everyone looked at the old village chief on the stage.
The white-haired old village chief's lips moved slightly. He was extremely entangled in his heart. After struggling for a long time, he still did not tell the truth. Instead, he squeezed out a smile: "I have been working hard to maintain the communication between the grave village and the above-ground city, and I have succeeded. We have won the third relief fund for everyone. If we work together in the future, we will definitely be able to live a better life.”
The villagers did not need to be reminded and applauded spontaneously. The village chief was very busy for the village! Baitou, all the villagers trust him.
"Everyone has a good meal and a good drink. After we have had enough wine and food, and after we have gathered enough strength, we will open a grave to worship ghosts and gods tonight!"
After the old village chief finished speaking, he walked away. On the stage, he did not eat with the villagers, but led the young man in a suit beside him back to his home.
Looking at the clock in the house, the old village chief frowned: "Third brother, go call your two brothers over and tell them that I have something very important to explain to them."
"It's eight o'clock in the evening. There are only four hours left before the grave opening and the memorial ceremony. The eldest brother and the second brother must be busy..."
"Go if I tell you to go! Hurry up!" The village chief changed from his usual kindness and became particularly strict today.
After the young man left, he took out a piece of paper from the drawer and wrote a few words very carefully.
At 8:20, the door of the village chief's house was pushed open, and a tall and burly middle-aged man walked into the house carrying a bamboo basket on his back.
His body is covered with various paints, and he looks very handsome. If he were outside the grave village, his face alone would be enough to become a star.
"Dad, are you looking for me?"
"Why did you come here now?"
"I was handling dangerous items in the garbage dump, and then I found him..." The middle-aged man gently Putting down the bamboo basket, he took out a little baby from it: "This child was not born in Fengcun. He should have been abandoned by his biological parents and treated as garbage by people." "Thrown into a deep pit."
The middle-aged man was very gentle, as if he was afraid of waking the baby, and spoke in a very low voice: "He has a very strong will to survive, and he can survive alone in the pit until now." , What a miracle."
"If you bring this child into the grave village, you might as well let him die on his own," the old village chief said somewhat negatively.
"Why? Isn't the third child also an orphan adopted by you? You have always taught us that we should return the beauty to this world and fill the dark world with color..." The middle-aged man felt that something was wrong with his father.
“I did teach you this, but many times we not only fail to make the world full of color, but also have our original colors erased by the dark world.” The old village chief sighed: “Today the crisis united The response processing center gave me a final showdown.”
“What did they say?”
“Fengcun has spread a large number of plagues and unknown diseases to the outside world. In order to curb this situation from the source, the Joint Crisis Response Center wants to abandon Fengcun and completely bury the big tomb to cut off the communication between Fengcun and the outside world. All passages." The old village chief stretched his arms. The grave village was his life's work, and he did not expect such an ending.
“Are those people blind?! Plagues and diseases occur in grave villages, not because they dump all their negative emotions and garbage here! Instead of curing the villagers and cleaning up the garbage, they think Are you going to bury us all alive?" Middle-aged man His voice became obviously louder, and he was filled with anger: "Even if they cut off the connection between Fengcun and the outside world, as long as the garbage continues to be generated, the ghosts under Fengcun will come out sooner or later! By then, they will want to make amends. But it’s too late!”
Perhaps frightened by the middle-aged man's voice, the baby in the bamboo basket woke up and started crying.
"People never learn lessons. Only when a crisis comes will they unite together. After the crisis is over, killing each other is the norm." The old village chief is getting older, and he does not feel that Angry, just unwilling: "Now we only have two choices , accept the help of those on the ground, completely fall to them, destroy the pit, find a way to kill or seriously injure the ghosts in the grave; or release the ghosts in the grave, become ghosts in the grave, and then take all the ghosts to devour The buildings on the ground turn the cities on the ground into new 'grave villages'. "
After hearing what the old village chief said, the anger on the middle-aged man's face slowly disappeared, and he calmed down: "Fengcun is our home, and I also know how dirty and unbearable this place is. , but why..."
"Either help others, or do Ghost." The old village chief waved his hand and did not let the middle-aged man continue: "Tell me your choice."
"I..." The middle-aged man's eyes slowly moved to the bamboo basket. On the road, he looked at the abandoned orphan and did not make a choice until the end.
When a person is caught by fate, it is actually difficult for him to make a perfect choice. Most of the time, he is already in the game before he has a chance to choose.
The door of the old house was pushed open again, and a young man in a suit and a carpenter came in. The carpenter had a deformed face and looked ugly. He was carrying a wooden box in his hand, which was full of things. All kinds of tools, many buildings and furniture in the grave village were built by him.
"Dad, I have brought my second brother here." The young man has a good personality. He has not noticed the solemn atmosphere in the room. After seeing the frightened and crying abandoned baby in the bamboo basket, he ran over and kissed him. Sing softly to put the baby to sleep.
"Although you are not related by blood to me, I have always treated you as my own biological children. You are the people I trust most in Feng Village." The old village chief took out a The envelope was handed to the young man in a suit: "This is my will. You have to wait until you leave the pit before you can open it."
"Will?" The young man stood up immediately. He didn't dare to pick it up: "Dad, be well. , why do you want to give me this? ”
"I have tried very hard to delay it, but now the conflict between the two parties has reached an irreconcilable point." The old village chief looked out the window, and the towering mountains of garbage filled the surrounding area of the grave village. The village is getting further and further away from the ground.
"The villagers are very happy, and they are increasingly identifying with the people on the ground. As long as we persist, we will definitely be able to make changes!" The young man was a little naive.
"The villagers are happy because the people on the ground are constantly mobilizing resources to appease the grave village in order to avoid trouble. But now the Joint Crisis Response Center has decided to stop funding the grave village. Those on the ground want It's not a harmonious coexistence at all. They think Fengcun is a time bomb. What they need is to completely destroy it!" The old village chief said in a serious voice, "And no. It’s just that the people on the ground are forcing us to choose sides. Have you noticed that the villagers in the grave village have become more and more terrifying? Because they have been with negative garbage for a long time, their deformities have become more and more serious, causing harm and loss of control. Things began to increase, and the ghosts under the grave became active."
The three children of the old village chief did not refute again, because they knew that what the old village chief said was true.
“We all want the people enjoying the sunshine on the ground to coexist harmoniously with the grave villages under the pits, but time is not on our side.” The old villager frowned: “The coexistence I envisioned The area has not been built yet, and the buffer zone that can collect the positive emotions of humans on the ground is still being tested, so we must do everything we can to buy time! ”
"Dad, what do you want to do?" The carpenter who had been silent spoke up. He didn't like to talk, and his body was severely deformed. Unlike the other two children of the old village chief, he looked more like a ghost than a human.
"I have a plan to bet on the future, which may delay the outbreak of disaster for decades." The old village chief opened the bed board, and there were several black packages hidden underneath: "This is The 'medicine' provided by the Joint Crisis Response Center to the deformed villagers of Feng Village combines the wisdom of all the people on the ground and can blow up the entire village."
"But..." The young man still wants it. Interject.
"There is no but, I have thought carefully about every step." The old village chief interrupted the young man directly and continued: "The people on the ground are not yet capable of dealing with the ghosts in the grave. The strength of both sides There is a huge difference. Once the ghost in the grave comes out, there will be no one left. A chance to resist. So I want to enter the tomb with the three of you and become an unspeakable ghost in the villagers’ mouths this year!”
“Being a ghost?” None of the three children expected it. My most beloved father would say something like this.
"We need to do our best to kill the ghosts in the graves and balance the strength of both sides so that the ghosts in the graves dare not come out for the time being." The old village chief's eyes were a little red. The three children had never seen him like this.
"There are many ghosts in the grave. Just the four of us can't kill them all. The difference in strength is too big!" The middle-aged man has entered the grave before and is very aware of the horror in the grave.
"I know, so now I'm ready to lose my mind." The old village chief lowered his voice: "I told you a long time ago that there is a special little box in my head , it is because of the existence of that small box that I can meet you."
The three children nodded, recalling the warm memories of the past.
“As the owner of that box, after I made the final choice and became an unspeakable ghost, I could gain the despair of previous box owners, allowing me to possess extremely terrifying abilities in a short period of time. But in After using this ability, my soul will slowly dissipate." The old village chief did not have any responsibility for his three children. He concealed: "When the memorial ceremony begins, I will declare that I will completely destroy the big tomb and kill the ghosts in the tomb. After we enter the tomb, I will open the box and kill or kill the most terrifying ghosts in the tomb first. Seriously injured. After using that special ability, I need one of you three to kill me with your own hands!"
The old village chief's eyes swept over the three children, and finally stopped at the carpenter: "The ghosts in the grave don't know that my ability can only exist for a short time. When they are retreating, if you kill me, not only can you The escape of my consciousness can also allow you to gain recognition from the ghosts in the grave."
"After the unspeakable ghost flies away, all traces in this world will be erased, so I can only be killed by you. , Carrying out a premeditated death in a special way is the only way I can preserve something before my 'death'!"
The old village chief has no ability to let go of the people and graves on the ground! The ghosts in the tomb are reconciled and have no ability to truly destroy the big tomb. All his layouts need time to be perfected, but neither the people on the ground nor the ghosts in the tomb are prepared to give him this time, and his own lifespan is running out. .
For the ideal future in his mind, the old village chief decided to open a certain side of the box in his mind and make the final choice. He would spend everything he had to buy time for the arrival of the next era. (End of this chapter)