The village chief thought for a long time, "Then... then shall we talk at my house?"

The village chief was afraid that Butcher Wang would drag him to Old Mo's courtyard, so he asked them to go home with him.

Ye Yang knew that this matter couldn't be resolved in a short time, so he nodded immediately, "Then let's talk at your house."

Just as Ye Yang was about to close the door, he heard someone say from behind the screen wall, "Come again tonight! I'll be waiting for you!"

"Definitely!" Ye Yang replied, and walked out with the village chief.

The village chief ran home and gasped for a while before beckoning his wife to cook and warm up the wine. Before the dishes were even on the table, the village chief had already downed two cups of wine, finally calming himself down, "Ask whatever you want!"

Butcher Wang said, "I want to know what exactly happened to the Old Mo family?"

The village chief roughly recounted the Old Mo family's story, which was similar to what Mo Caiwei had told us.

Butcher Wang said, "Xiao Mo has already told me what you've said. Back then, Xiao Mo was still young and didn't know many things. I want to know what she didn't say."

The village chief lit a cigarette and said, "Let me tell you, the Old Mo family is considered an old household in the village, but not really. I was only ten years old when the Old Mo family moved here. I never asked carefully how they moved here. I heard the old folks in the village say that they took over a relative's house. That relative of the Old Mo family was an immortal!"

"When the Old Mo family came, they weren't any different from other families. Later, the villagers became afraid of them because someone saw them secretly carrying coffins up the mountain in the middle of the night."

"They hadn't been here long, and no one in their family had died. So why were they carrying coffins up the mountain? And the place they were going was the Huangquan (Yellow Springs) Entrance."

"The person who saw them carrying the coffin felt strange and followed them up the mountain for a while. At that time, it was an old man and a young man from the Old Mo family carrying a large coffin."

"Normally, it would take at least four people to carry a coffin steadily. But the two of them carried the coffin so fast that the person behind couldn't catch up."

"The person chasing them ran for a while with his head down, and when he suddenly looked up, he saw a woman in white sitting on the head and tail of the coffin, smiling at him. The two from the Old Mo family seemed not to know that someone was sitting on the coffin, and they kept going up the mountain."

"That person was so scared that he scrambled back home and told the villagers what had happened. The village chief at the time even made a special trip to the Old Mo family. As a result, the two of them were both at home. The village chief scolded the messenger, saying that he had seen a ghost."

"The person who reported the news swore that he had not seen it wrong, but no one believed him at that time."

"Later, the villagers discovered that the Old Mo family really loved to go to the Huangquan Entrance. Ordinary people didn't dare to go there. They felt a bone-chilling wind even from a distance. For them to go there, weren't they courting death?"

"But nothing ever happened to the Old Mo family. That's when the villagers realized that the Old Mo family was no ordinary people!"

Ye Yang said at this point, "Have you been to the Huangquan Entrance?"

"No!" The village chief shook his head and said, "We villagers all walk around that place, no one dares to go there. There is a Huangquan Eye (Yellow Springs Eye) over there at the Huangquan Entrance, which has been passed down from our ancestors. No one has ever seen it."

"When I was young, there were a few people who grew up together who went to the Huangquan Entrance to show off. But they never came back. The villagers didn't dare to go and look for them."

"Their parents sold their cattle and their dowry jewelry, and scraped together money to hire a gan shanzi (mountain herder) to go and bring them back. As a result, the gan shanzi also didn't come back. After that, no one dared to go to the Huangquan Entrance again."

The village chief glanced at Butcher Wang and continued, "Let me tell you, later the villagers spread rumors that whenever someone from the Old Mo family died, they would throw them into the Huangquan Entrance. Some people even said that the Old Mo family came from the Huangquan Entrance."

"Take Mo Ganniang's wife, for example, she was a person who came out of the Huangquan Entrance. When Mo Gannian got married, the person who had followed them up the mountain was still alive."

"When he went to the Mo family for the wedding feast, he was dumbfounded when he saw Mo Gannian's wife. He ran out like a madman, saying that the wife Mo Gannian had married was the woman who had been sitting on their coffin."

"Don't you think this is strange?"

After asking the question, the village chief said to himself, "That person died after returning home. Although his death wasn't tragic, it was strange!"

"Also, after Mo Gannian fell to his death and came back, his wife ran away, but who knows where she ran to? At the time, some people said that his wife didn't run away, but returned to the Huangquan Entrance."

"That place can only let one person out at a time. If too many people come out, they will never see each other again!"

Butcher Wang asked, "Who said that?"

Butcher Wang's question was not without reason. According to the old man's age, he should be about the same age as Mo Gannian. People of that era generally had a low level of education, and it was even lower in remote rural areas.

Some things the villagers couldn't think of, some things they could think of, but organizing them into language might not be as smooth as a story.

Butcher Wang suspected that these village rumors were deliberately fabricated and released by someone.