This story was told by the uncle.
There is a large piece of land at the head of our village. The ancestors said that the land was good in feng shui after uploading it, so most of the ancestral graves in the village are there.
Next to the ancestral grave, there is a large forest with lush vegetation. There is a stream running through the forest. It is a paradise where we played when we were young.
The story begins with that wood.
One day, the uncle was busy with farm work. The weather was very hot and the sun was scorching the earth, so the uncle went to the woods to enjoy the cool.
The uncle leaned against a big tree, covered his head with a straw hat, ready to sleep lazily before going home. Suddenly a shadow leaped over from the side, and immediately surprised the uncle, and when he fixed his eyes, it turned out that it was a rabbit leaping by his feet and running towards the ancestral grave.
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The uncle is very happy. If he can catch this rabbit, the whole family will be able to eat several meals of meat. So carrying a hoe and chasing after the rabbit.
The rabbit ran across the grass, and then ran into the ancestral grave. Uncle followed all the way. After turning a few grave heads, the uncle lost the rabbit, so he began to look around. Finally, he saw a big hole beside a grave head. The uncle took a look and smiled and said, “Little bastard, see where you are running this time.”
The uncle carried the hoe and started to dig the hole, digging, and suddenly, uncle I felt that I had dug a hard object, thought it was a rabbit’s nest, and then I dig into it with a hoe, and pulled out a large pile of soil, which was mixed with a white object. When I fixed my eyes, it was a human hand bone.
The uncle’s scared legs began to tremble, and he couldn’t run anymore. At this time, a burst of white smoke floated from the hole, and a ghost hand stretched out from the hole and pulled He dragged his uncle’s leg inside, and the uncle fainted.
I don’t know how long it took. Uncle woke up and found that the sun had set and there was only a ray of light outside. Looking around, there were no bones and holes. He was lying next to Uncle Liu who had just died in the village. The picture on the tombstone of Uncle Liu was still smiling at him strangely.
The uncle picked up the hoe and ran home lifelessly.
A few days later, the uncle fell ill with a serious illness. After he recovered from his illness, the uncle burned a pile of paper next to the woods and inserted a few sticks of incense to worship that incident.
From then on, the uncle went straight home every time he finished farm work and never went to the woods again. After my uncle told me this story, I rarely go to the woods anymore.