Folk Customs

DepositingThe article will be published on October 15, 2027 Local Literature + Horror Folklore + Unsolved Horror The unit story is a traditional supernatural novel, in which ghosts are irrational and unable to communicate, and act based on obsession and instinct. —— ●Copywriting of this article: Many years later, Mandun still dreams about the time when he went to various villages to sell goods with his grandfather when he was a child. In the dream, he sometimes lay on the bullock cart, sometimes sitting in a wooden basket, surrounded by fragrant snacks and candies. When he looked up, he could see his grandfather's solid back. The bells jingled, the mule cart swayed, and the bamboo basket swayed. He followed his grandfather over the mountains and ridges, walking through the streets and alleys, from dawn to dusk, his shadow stretched very long... In a daze, he seemed to hear his grandfather's voice calling him again: "Manwazi, the next village will be here soon. Pack up the baskets. It's time to get off the car." * ①"Lijia Village" The red candle is not locked in the deep boudoir, the bones and flesh in the belly are ashes in the palm. Once it was snatched away from the door, the loving mother cried and shed blood but never returned. ②"Yoshimura" "The Empress of Mercy bestows her blessings, may you have good luck and good fortune. May you be happy when you open the coffin." ③"Guilang Village" The villagers in the small fishing village make a living by fishing. People are born and die on the boat. There were not only fishing boats on the rolling waves, but also wooden boats carrying corpses drifting to the depths of the sea. When fog covers the sea, these boats filled with corpses will return to their loved ones in another way. ④"Rain Town" The town has been shrouded in continuous rain, and sunny days are rarely seen. In the mountain forest shrouded in humid water vapor, the bride in red pulled off her hijab. Her pair of animal eyes full of water mist fixedly looked at the person in front of her, and her voice was sad: "Dad, I don't want to get married." ⑤ "Fertile Village" The suona sounded, the soul flags fluttered, and paper money like snowflakes fell on the fertile black soil. Every inch of the dark red and black soil was soaked in blood. … Purpose: Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.