Liu Wang thought he was the "top wild explorer" who played the whole network, and led 100,000 viewers in the live broadcast room to venture into Wayao Village, which was "erased from the map by mudslides", vowing to dig out the shocking secrets of twenty years ago.
But when the shadow of the old Sophora japonica at the entrance of the village began to crawl backwards, when the hemp rope wrapped around his ankles oozed out black hair, and when the blue cloth coat in the collapsed house was embroidered with patches from his childhood - he realized that this live broadcast was not an adventure? It was clearly my hometown that was "calling names."
"Wangzi, it's time to go home for dinner."
Grandma's voice hung from the ceiling, and her hand with the smell of rotten soil touched his face.
The reward special effects in the live broadcast room were still flashing wildly, and the audience was "excited". No one saw the moment he was dragged into the darkness outside the camera. There was a red strip of cloth around his neck, which looked like the ties of those hanged on the trees.
In this live broadcast, there is no replay, only "past life".
After all, where is the debris flow buried in Wayao Village? It is a debt that is waiting for the descendants of the "Wang" surname to come back and fill it from generation to generation.
