She Hides in the Mountains

In a century-old temple in the mountains of Fujian, there lived a young woman and her elderly mother. Pilgrims all said that this woman was good-looking, soft-spoken, and her fingers were as white as onions when she handed her tea. She never asked where people came from or where they were going. Eight out of ten people who have been here have never left the mountain again. More and more men are missing in town, and the police are coming to their door. Behind the brick wall, the smell that the plaster couldn't cover came out. "Did you kill the person?" She knelt in front of the Buddha statue, turned around, and smiled. "Not me." "Who is that?" "It's this mountain." She didn't lie. This mountain has never only swallowed the lives of those men. And the breath of two women who had their necks held down for thirty years - they couldn't breathe or swallow.