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Rural Secrets
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It's best not to wander near the Graveyard around noon; be careful, as someone might invite you over for a "visit."
As the saying goes, extremes meet. The bright midday sun, which is supposed to be filled with yang energy, often coincides with the heaviest yin energy, when wandering spirits and ghosts are most active.
In 2010, Wu Fugui, who lived in Xingtai West Hou Village, encountered something strange in broad daylight.
Since childhood, Wu Fugui had dreamed of becoming wealthy and traveling the world. As an adult, his greatest wish was to raise more Ducks and sell more duck eggs.
To save on feed costs, he cleverly drove the Ducks to the river, letting them find food on their own.
Although that wild river was in a remote location with few visitors, what could be frightening about it during the day? On that fateful noon, he was sitting by the river counting his Ducks when he dozed off.
Suddenly, a dull voice came from behind him: "Come to my house tonight as a guest."
Startled by the unexpected voice, he shivered. He turned to see a strangely dressed middle-aged man who seemed to have come from some high-end "funeral clothing store."
"Come to my house tonight as a guest," the odd man repeated in a strange tone.
Feeling something was off, Wu Fugui wanted to ask for clarification, but the man walked away without looking back.
Wu Fugui despised when people only spoke half of what they meant, so he decided to chase after him for answers.
The man in the funeral attire walked slowly, yet no matter how hard Wu Fugui tried, he couldn't catch up.
After a frantic chase into the depths of the woods, Wu Fugui was left dumbfounded. He never expected that right next to the river where he released his Ducks lay a Mass Grave.
These Earthen Graves were overgrown with weeds and in disrepair, showing no signs of worship or remembrance. Such dirt graves were common in rural areas and usually posed no threat.
However, once the man entered the graveyard, he vanished without a trace. Had Wu Fugui really seen a ghost in broad daylight?
Wu Fugui dared not think too much or linger any longer, quickly hurrying home.
At first, his wife, Wang Jinfeng, paid no attention to his strange encounter. It wasn't until she was awakened by a noise in the middle of the night that she became alert.
Not only was her husband missing from their shared bed, but the room was also in disarray, suggesting that a thief had likely broken in.
Just as she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming from the courtyard. Wang Jinfeng mustered her courage and peeked outside, only to find that the footsteps belonged to her husband.
In the moonlight, she could vaguely see Wu Fugui dressed sharply, stumbling toward the door, looking as if he had lost his soul.
Wang Jinfeng called out to him several times, but he showed no sign of response.
Considering the safety of their child at home alone, she did not chase after him but watched from a distance as he headed toward the spot where he had released the duck earlier that day.
Although the wild river had been deserted during the day, it was a prime spot for fishermen to illegally catch fish at night. That evening, two fishermen arrived at the riverbank and were met with a horrifying sight: in a mass grave nearby was a creature covered in "arms," circling one of the graves.
Initially trembling in the bushes, the fishermen grew increasingly familiar with the scene and bravely approached for a closer look.
Upon getting nearer, they realized it was none other than their fellow villager Wu Fugui; the extra "arms" were merely an illusion caused by the wind.
At that moment, Wu Fugui was not only in tattered clothes but also had his eyes rolled back in an eerie manner. Any ordinary person would have fled at such a sight.
Fortunately, these two brave souls helped him back home. Wang Jinfeng was left speechless upon seeing this and was even more shocked when she tore off his clothing.
Wu Fugui's body was covered in bloody scratches—long and deep—clearly not made by human hands. Thankfully, there were no serious injuries, and he regained consciousness shortly after.
When he woke up, Wu Fugui felt no pain and had no memory of what had happened during the night. The only discomfort he felt was an intense chill throughout his body and a strong desire to bask in the sun.
Fortunately, there were several sunny days ahead, and after three days of sunbathing, he finally returned to normal body temperature.
Encountering such strange events left him feeling quite unwilling to accept it.
Wu Fugui was eager to uncover the truth, so he pretended to go out to the market and slipped out of his home. In reality, his true destination was the Mass Grave by the river.
He had heard that three nights ago, he was discovered in this graveyard by fishermen who helped him back home. Perhaps there were still some clues lingering here.
At that moment, a rather dilapidated Earthen Grave caught his attention.
The chaotic footprints surrounding the Earthen Grave were quite eerie. As he approached, he was astonished to find that those marks were identical to his own footprints. Moreover, there were also Duck footprints on top of the Earthen Grave.
Looking at the dense array of footprints, Wu Fugui pondered.
Ducks didn’t usually forage in the river; they occasionally ventured into the woods for food. However, these mischievous Ducks should never have climbed onto someone’s grave and trampled about.
Although Wu Fugui wasn’t entirely sure what had happened there, he could vaguely sense that the strange occurrences were somehow related to his Duck.
In truth, who could tolerate having their roof trampled upon?
Of course, these were merely speculations. Even if one knew the truth, what difference would it make?
It was better to immerse oneself in bizarre and peculiar stories and enjoy a peaceful sleep—wasn’t that a natural way to indulge?
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