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This driver is a good storyteller and knows how to whet people's appetites.

"What did you see?" I put on a very cooperative expression of surprise and expectation.

The driver was very satisfied. After he smiled, he opened his eyes and spoke in a low and strange tone.

"The official drowned in his bed!"

"Drown in bed?"

"The walls and floor of the house were covered with water, as if there had just been a flood. The official was lying straight on the bed, his face was pale and swollen with water."

"The boss's eyes were so wide that his eyes were bulging outwards, as if they were about to burst out. He didn't know what he saw to scare him."

"The ten fingers were all covered in blood, the nails were all turned open, and the bed board was covered with blood stains left by the nails. Anyway, it was quite miserable."

"But the bride was lying next to the official. Her face was equally pale, but her mouth was red as if she had eaten blood, and she was still smiling."

"That smile scared the souls of the servants out of their wits. Anyone who dared to stay in the roof ran away."

"Also, do you know what happened to the bearers who carried the sedan chairs in the end?"

"Some of them drowned in the basin head, some drowned in the water tank, and the most outrageous thing was that one person choked to death on the water while drinking tea. Anyway, of the eight people, not one of them escaped. "

After saying that, the driver smacked his lips sadly.

"Later, many people heard a woman singing at the pool, and some saw a beautiful woman in bridal clothes washing her hair in the pool. That's why the pool was called the Bride's Pool."

"Those who are getting married here are willing to travel a long way, but no one dares to go over there. Because as long as a bride passes by there, she will fall into the pool."

"No matter how shallow the water in the pool is, the bride will drown. It's so evil, and a good wedding will turn into nothing."

The driver finally finished telling his story, and the scenery outside the window became increasingly desolate, and the sound of gurgling water could already be heard.

"According to you, a lot of brides died there?" I frowned and thought.

There are so many brides, which skeleton is required by the live broadcast room?

"The older generation's story goes like this, so when someone in the village wanted to build a reservoir there, the old man strongly opposed it. He said that he had angered Bride's Pool and that something big was going to happen."

"Later, you all know that reservoirs can easily drown people. However, it seems that this is not the real reason for the closure of the reservoir."

I raised my eyebrows: "Is there any more important reason than drowning people?"

"I don't know the specific situation. I heard that on the day the man who built the reservoir got married, the bride suddenly went crazy and jumped into the reservoir. She hasn't been found yet."

The driver sighed sympathetically.

"To be honest, he built the reservoir to help the village generate income. Who would have known that it would end up like this? It's pitiful."

As they spoke, the van parked in a parking lot overgrown with weeds.

The distance from the reservoir to Shengli Township is not far, less than half an hour's drive.

Standing here, through the gaps in the woods, you can see a clear river not far away, winding through the mountains.

"Little brother, I can only take you here. In front of you is the reservoir. The door only has a lock on it for show. You push it and it opens." The driver pointed forward.

I looked along and saw a large rusty red iron gate outside the reservoir.

"Thanks, brother! I have to ask you to pick me up when I leave." I paid the fare, left the driver's phone number, and gave him a cigarette.

"Little brother, you are a nice person. Go back before dark. If the weather changes, don't wait until dark. Leave quickly! Anyway, the reservoir is quite evil." The driver said a few words and drove away in the van. .

Carrying a heavy mountaineering bag, I walked to the gate in the hot sunshine.

Only a hundred meters away, I was sweating like rain.

The big rusty red iron door was half open to the outside, and there were faint voices coming from inside. They should be the people the driver said came to fish.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I walked in.

As soon as I heard the sound of rushing water, I saw a towering dam, dozens of meters high, like a rock giant lying between two mountains, cutting a rushing river in half. It looked majestic.

The river downstream is green, reflected by the surrounding mountains and rivers, and there are shallow riverbanks paved with pebbles on both sides of the river.

There were five or six people sitting on the beach, fishing with parasols.

Three men and two women, the men were fishing and the women were busy in front of the barbecue, laughing and laughing from time to time.

This group of people not only came to fish, but also to camp.

The cool river breeze blows on your face, surrounded by mountains, and the air is fresh and green. It is indeed a good place to escape the summer heat.

But when I think about the rumors about the reservoir, I can’t help but feel that these people are really big-hearted.

Although the river water is clear, it is bottomless, and it is unknown how many drowned bodies are buried underneath.

I found a place to put down my heavy backpack, and was about to go for a walk on the dam. The originally sunny riverside suddenly turned gloomy.

Looking up, my heart sank.

In the originally clear sky, a huge dark cloud blocked the sun.