Chapter 1 Land of Dead

The night rain and yellow dust have been swept into scattered yellow dust by the strong wind without waiting for the raindrops to fall to the ground. Accompanied by the sound created by stormy raindrops, it brings people an incomparable desolation from time to time.

A bunch of dim yellow light shined directly on a pile of hay wasteland. Several cars parked in the wasteland. The door opened, a few black umbrellas stretched out, and then several men in black windbreakers landed.

"Boss, this is the wasteland that Brother Bao said."

"Well, it's good. It's really a good place, but the small building over there is really in the way. Demolish it, trade tomorrow, and let Brother Bao prepare the procedures and start construction next week."

Several people who came down glanced at the wasteland. The guy known as the boss got into the car with his hands, and the cars quickly left.

I don't know why the autumn rain can't stop. It has been a week, and there are several more abandoned passenger cars on the wasteland, and more than a dozen workers have lived in the carriage. It seems that these guys are waiting for the weather to start work.

Two workers are preparing to dig a pit in the center of the wasteland with picks and shovels behind them.

A worker muttered, "What a pervert. Can you still do this job this day?"

"Hey, it's not making money anywhere. If they ask us to dig, we will dig. Isn't it just burying a stone? It's nothing." The younger worker muttered.

Slightly, several people waded from the entrance of the wasteland to the yellow mud puddle, with umbrellas in their hands, and walked to the place where several workers were talking. The first one was a stunned society who could wear sunglasses in the dim light on rainy days.

The man came to the young worker and looked at several workers present through the upper edge of the sunglasses, revealing a row of big yellow teeth and phlegm in his throat: "Well, you guys, I'll give you two hours to dig the foundation pit for me. The foundation stone will come soon. You can't let this cornerstone be exposed. Outside, it affects our luck.

"Head, it's still raining outside. I'm afraid it's wet and difficult to dig." The older worker said.

The young worker looked at the old man with contemptuousness: "You don't go. I'll go. Anyway, I'm idle. Two hours, isn't it? One hour is enough for me."

I don't know what the young man thinks, perhaps for him to have a future, but in the final analysis, he still has the upper hand and holds the older worker in the room.

The foreman nodded and smiled. The big yellow teeth seemed to be explaining something to someone, but when he looked back at the older worker, he snorted coldly, "Hey, what do you know? If you want to make money and go home without being wronged, you have to do it for me, but it's too late for you to do it now, so you have one way to choose. Choose, either deduct your salary this month, or roll away people away. I won't support people like you.

In a word, the foreman was abruptly fired by the foreman. In the next rainy day, in the middle of the wasteland, the iron-blue pick was flying up and down. The young man was still digging a hole while muttering, "These stupid birds, I won't come out to work. You all have to drink northwest this month. Wind." The guy muttered so much that the foreman was nagging.

Suddenly, the wind seems to be stronger, and the drops of yellow dust and rain on people's bodies are really uncomfortable, which is simply a kind of torture.

The pick in the young worker's hand suddenly trembling, and the iron green pick flew far away, fell to the ground and made a sound of heavy objects falling into the water, and the yellow water soup splashed far away.

When everyone saw the young man, they found that there seemed to be more stains on his forehead. This stain did not seem to be yellow, but red blood, and the color had flowed to his whole face with the rain.

And behind this bloody face, which was already very eventful, also turned white. Without blood color, his legs seemed to be disobedient, his knees were soft, and he sat on the ground.

The foreman saw the young worker sitting on the ground from afar, and he was also very different: "Do you want to be lazy? I won't buy your set and get up for your grandfather. What do you think this is?"

The young man pointed to the place where he dug the pit and his mouth trembling: "Just now, I went down with a pick, and then I!" As he spoke, he seemed to faint from shock.

The people present helped lift the young man up, but when these people were too swaggering, the foreman seemed to be pulled by something. He realized that a series of inevitable things were about to happen. He himself did not see anything, but his feet were firmly locked. In place.

When everyone's eyes turned to the pit, they suddenly found that there was a coffin in the pit!

"Ah!" One younger brother turned his head and ran away because of fear, and another younger brother was born with nothing to be afraid of, so he didn't believe in ghosts or gods at all. He curled his lips and said, "What's the matter? Isn't it just a coffin? Maybe there is any treasure in it? When will you do it if you don't do it at this time?"

As he spoke, he went down to the bottom of the pit along the loess beside the pit. Although it was not deep, there was too much loess to raise a grave bag. He took out a steel knife from behind, which looked like a military dagger. His general's dagger stuffed into the cracks of the coffin and pried it hard. The coffin instantly flowed bright red blood. The blood slowly flowed down along the cracks of the coffin. Under the raindrops, it dyed the little brother's trouser legs red.

This time, the little brother was a little stunned: "What's going on? How can it happen? Someone must be posing. I don't believe that this coffin can still bleed.

As soon as his voice fell, he exerted hard with one hand, and the lid of the coffin was lifted. At the moment when the lid was lifted, thick black blood spewed out from the coffin. The black blood mixed with a strong wind, accompanied by yellow dust spots fell on everyone's bodies, and it seemed to have a smell of corpses.

But when the young man recovered and looked into the coffin, there was not even a bone slag in the coffin. Where did the blood of the coffin come from? Is this a special burial method? The body was not in the coffin, but in other places, but the smell of the body was only a little, which made everything at the scene People are very puzzled and frightened.

The leading foreman was also dumbfounded. He didn't know how to deal with this matter. With a panicked look, his up and down yellow teeth kept beating each other: "Brothers, let's get out of here quickly. We don't want this land."

"Brother, who can have the final say in the boss's place? Can the boss listen to you?"

"Kka!" A thunder seemed to ring in everyone's ears, hurting everyone's eardrums.

"Go quickly and take shelter from the rain in the shabby building opposite. Throw it down here first." The foreman seemed to understand these things very well. As he walked, he thought. The more he thought about it, the worse his face became. He not only muttered, "It's over, this is a land of barren corpses. Generally speaking, the land of corpses is because of a group of lonely ghosts, and there is no way to buy them so many coffins, so in order to save money, those unclaimed corpses are Buried near this coffin together, for the sake of fairness, the coffin will not be used for the body.

These guys really looked at the foreman differently. When they entered the small building, an accident happened. The door of the small building was locked. I guess because of the heavy rain, everyone here went home on holiday.

The foreman took a flashlight into the small building. It's okay if he didn't. When he took such a picture, this time he was really stunned in front of the door of the locked building.

In the middle of the hall of the room, there was a corpse hanging. The corpse had decayed off the dregs. In the ragged clothes, the cotton and linen fabric was covered. Looking at the face of the body, he suddenly laughed at the foreman. With every laugh, the meat on his face would be broken by the yellow water under the skin and a finger would crawl out of it. How long is the corpse worm?

The next morning, the weather was fine. Two people in the wasteland that night died of acute tension and their hearts could not bear the heavy burden. The rest were replaced by amnesia, suffering from mental illness and crying.

Only the old worker in this good weather, with a cigarette bag in his mouth, looked at the place of the corpse, took a sip of coldly and left with his bag on his back.

Later, I didn't know that the land here was tamped and sold by the leader, but someone did buy it...