Chapter 9 first quarter

A long time ago, a village was hit by a severe flu.Without medical knowledge, the villagers could only accept death passively and without resistance.Some families have lost their labor force and live a life of impoverished life at a loss. Some even lost all their family members except themselves. There was a couple who lost their child.They put the child who had become cold on the straw mat, and groaned all day and night.In times of poverty, there was nothing to eat, and the arms of children were as thin as branches.The couple put the child in a small coffin and planned to find a place with a good environment to bury it, so they carried the child's coffin up the mountain.Unknowingly, the sun has set, and the surrounding area has also darkened.Lush and luxuriant trees blocked the moonlight, and under the cover of darkness, the couple felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.There was no one nearby, and the hand that carried the coffin was bearing the child's too light weight.

Suddenly, the couple felt as if there was someone behind them. The sound of salad salad salad salad came from behind. When the wife was about to look back, the husband stopped her and said, "Probably just the sound of leaves." Soon there was another footstep behind him, and it sounded very much like a child's footsteps. Boom, boom, boom boom. The wife was about to turn around to see what happened again, but the husband stopped her again, saying: "How can there be any children in this deep mountain and old forest?" Then, the voice of a child was heard behind him. "Mom, mom, look back at me," calling out in such a voice.Isn't this voice the voice of his own dead child?The mother who just lost her child subconsciously turned around.

There is no child behind him, but a tall and slender woman - Ishime - is standing upright.It was she who imitated the voice of the dead child calling to the mother. Anyone who looks into Ishime's eyes will turn into stone.The wife kept turning around like this and turned into a stone. The man closed his eyes tightly in fright, and kept telling himself, don't open your eyes, don't look at the woman in front of you, or you will turn into stone. Shimu's footsteps approached slowly, touching the man's cheek and arm stickily.The man tried his best not to open his eyes, so he left the coffin in his hand without looking at anything, and jumped down from the mountain with his petrified wife beside him.