Mountain Village Folk God

The voice came again, with the same tune, rising and falling, like chanting sutras, crying, or shouting something. The difference from last time was that this time the voice was clearer, so clear that he could make out a few words. Not a word—a name. The voice was calling names. The names were shouted one by one very slowly, with about ten seconds between each name. He held his breath and listened carefully. He heard the first name clearly - "Li Ping". The second name - "Zhang Desheng". The third name - "Liu Afu". The fourth name - "Chen Mo". The hairs all over his body stood up. He stood on the stone road, the light of the flashlight was shaking, but he did not retreat. He heard Zhang Jianguo say something next to him, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. "It's calling you."