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The Secrets of the Abandoned Village
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My name is Chen Mo, and I am a researcher of folk culture. By chance, I heard about a remote place deep in the mountains known as Yin Yang Village. It is said that decades ago, the entire population of this village vanished overnight, and a strange custom has been passed down: every full moon night, a "Sending Yin Marriage" ceremony is held to pair deceased unmarried men and women, seeking peace for the village. Driven by my passion for folk studies, I decided to delve into Yin Yang Village and uncover the truth behind it.
As I stepped into Yin Yang Village, the sun was slowly setting, casting an eerie dark red glow over the village. At the entrance stood a dilapidated stone tablet inscribed with the words "Yin Yang Village," the characters crooked as if etched by some mysterious force. With my backpack slung over my shoulder, I walked along a weed-choked path into the village. Along the way, I saw many abandoned houses with broken doors and windows, their walls covered in moss and strange symbols.
Night fell, and a full moon hung high in the sky. Suddenly, a chilling sound of a suona (a traditional Chinese horn) echoed through the air, rising and falling like wails from hell. Following the sound, I found it emanating from a shrine at the center of the village. The doors of the shrine stood wide open, flickering candlelight visible within. Cautiously, I entered and saw two coffins placed in the center of the shrine, adorned with red wedding characters. Surrounding them were several figures dressed in white mourning garments, their faces obscured by white veils.
Just as I was about to turn and leave, a woman in a red wedding dress slowly sat up from one of the coffins. Her face was pale as paper, her eyes hollow and lifeless, with an eerie smile playing at her lips. My legs turned to jelly in fear, nearly causing me to collapse. At that moment, a deep voice whispered in my ear: "You should not be here..."
The next morning, I awoke from a nightmare. Reflecting on last night's experience made me question whether it had all been a dream. But when I saw a piece of red wedding dress fabric tightly clutched in my hand, I knew everything had truly happened.
Determined to uncover the secrets of Yin Yang Village, I began searching for clues. In an abandoned house, I discovered a diary belonging to a woman named Lin Xiao, who was the daughter of the last village chief of Yin Yang Village. From her writings, I learned that the "Sending Yin Marriage" custom was not meant to ensure peace for the village but rather to suppress an evil force. Decades ago, a mysterious disease suddenly appeared in the village; those afflicted would die in agony and rise again as soulless beings. To prevent this disease from spreading, the village chief decided to hold "Sending Yin Marriage" ceremonies as human sacrifices to appease the wrath of malevolent spirits.
As my investigation deepened, I found that things were far more complex than I had imagined. The villagers had not vanished overnight; instead, they were controlled by some mysterious force that turned them into walking corpses—this very force released by the village chief to suppress the evil spirit.
Another full moon night arrived, and I resolved to return to the shrine to uncover the truth. Upon entering, I found everything exactly as it had been before: two coffins still stood there with figures in white mourning garments surrounding them. At that moment, the woman in red rose once more from her coffin. She slowly approached me, murmuring: "Return my life..."
I finally understood; this woman was once a living sacrifice used for worship. Her resentment ran too deep to dissipate; she had lingered in Yin Yang Village ever since. To resolve her grievances, I decided to perform an authentic "Sending Yin Marriage" ceremony as described in Lin Xiao's diary to lay her spirit to rest.
During the ceremony, her resentment gradually faded away. A look of relief spread across her face before she gently closed her eyes. With her disappearance, the malevolent spirit haunting Yin Yang Village was finally subdued.
As I left Yin Yang Village, the sun rose on the horizon. Looking back at Desolate Village behind me, I knew its secrets would remain buried in history's depths forever. And with this harrowing experience etched in my memory, I would continue my journey into folk studies.
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