Female Corpse in a Mountain Village: Because of a Female Corpse, You Will Never Be Able to Come Back After Leaving This Village.

After six years, I finally found my way back to the village. The man in front of me is my childhood friend Monkey. At this time, he kept pouring water and coughed without stopping. He seemed to be very thirsty. The monkey didn't recognize me, so he thanked me and left. "Monkey, don't you recognize me?" I called to him. He looked at me blankly, his dull eyes slowly focused on my face, and asked in a trembling voice: "Xiaobao? Are you Xiaobao? But didn't you die many years ago?" Am I dead?