There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Those people stood on the other side.

Standing on the opposite bank where they would have passed.

The torches burned in the night, and the moonlight fell on the rippling river.

The beating flames reflected the expressions of the people around them, sneering, mocking, and cold-eyed. They stood on the bank calmly, looking at the river with their eyes, as if they were watching a clown show performed by ants.

They easily stood on the other side of the river they tried to reach, blocking all their paths.

In this way, the other side, which symbolizes freedom and life, also becomes ironic.

The girl no longer knew whether she should move forward, swim ridiculously and sadly into the net on the other side, or turn around and return to the original abyss.

Forward or backward, she has no way.

The girl gave up struggling in despair and let the river water sink into her head.

But her arm was tightly grasped by the people next to her. Someone tried to save her. When the girl turned her head and looked, she saw the boy who was holding her breath and pulling her hard with little strength.

But he was only an eight or nine-year-old boy, and he simply didn't have the strength to pull the girl out of the water.

Also because he is a young boy, he may not be clear yet what kind of revenge they will face in the future for their escape.

But the girl reacted abruptly.

She surfaced, and before she could say anything, her messy hair was pulled tightly by a big hand!
"what!"

The merciless strength made her scalp tingle, and she only had time to let out a cry of surprise.

Two men who came down the river pulled her, one pulled her hair, strangled her neck and forced her to look up, and the other restrained her scratching hands, pulling her to swim to the opposite bank.

The girl struggled desperately, but her movements were like stones falling into the bottom of the water, without the slightest strength.

She was still resisting, looking at the water surface from the corner of her eye.

Under the moonlight, she only saw two hands slapping in the middle of the river indiscriminately, her little head sometimes popped out of the water and sometimes sank, the water splashed in all directions, and the ripples from the vortex hit her body lightly.

"save…!"

"Quick... save..."

The choked girl tried to say something.

But the two men didn't move at all, and the people on the bank still watched with cold eyes. The fire-colored light shone on their faces, and they could only see a gloomy and dark picture.

She was dragged ashore and thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

The girl who was finally freed from the shackles held her neck and coughed a few times, but when she turned her head and saw the rippling river gradually calming down, she rushed over there.

Then she was dragged back by the two people beside her.

"Rescue!"

"Hurry up and save people!"

"Tie Zhu is still in the river...he is still a child, he doesn't understand these things at all!"

"Hurry up and save him!"

"Please..."

After the girl tried twice and was pulled back, she knelt on the ground in a panic, pulling the man's clothes and begging vigorously.

"Go away!"

The man kicked her away, spat in a bad voice, twisted the water stains on his clothes and said, "It's because your restless things disturb everyone's peace, and you dare to burn the ancestral hall, you deserve it!"

The girl was lying on the ground with her eyes blank, watching the river gradually calm down.

She suddenly felt a depression rising from her heart.

This anger suppressed fear and despair, like a prairie fire, burning her emotions blazingly!

"Ahh-!"

The girl rushed towards that man fiercely, grabbing his face with her sharp nails, leaving bloodstains on his face with all her strength!
The girl who suddenly went berserk caught everyone around her off guard, but when she was about to go pick her eyes, the people next to her reacted and held her down.

"Terrorist!"

"The mob!"

"You are all evil spirits!"

"Don't die!"

The girl cursed at the top of her lungs, struggled like crazy, and used her instinct to attack everyone around her, until someone picked up a stone from the ground and slammed it on the head.

The girl's voice froze, and she fell to the ground without a sound.

The person holding the stone suddenly became embarrassed: "No...you won't die, right?"

Immediately someone sniffed, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not dead, it's not dead! Really, why are you so indifferent in your strikes, what if you break it?"

If you are fine, you can continue to hand over to the Wang family.

A group of people lifted up the girl on the ground and turned around to walk back. The torches burning at night were like a long dragon, and also like a stretch of red makeup.

The river was quiet.

This night, for some reason, there were no insects and birds, and the dead silence made one feel empty and dazed, and even the moonlight became bleak.

……

I've seen what happened after that.

Her two attempts to escape ended in failure. Layers of despair piled up in her heart, and she was blocked and unable to breathe.

The girl was put on a red dress again, taken into a wedding hall covered with white silk curtains, and forced to marry the corpse that had been dead for more than half a month.

In the end, she and the ridiculous groom were sealed in a coffin and carried to the Houshan Cemetery for burial.

She died in a suffocation of pain and darkness.

All the people who treated her well were dead, but the group of evil devils were still happily living in this world. In the darkness, her heart was filled with hatred and resentment.

She really hates it!

She was still screaming and cursing at the top of her lungs before she died.

The person who carried the last shovel hurriedly left the cemetery, covered his ears, and let the screams like ghosts and ghosts stay behind.

Only a few days later.

The villagers of Osmanthus Village forgot about it.

They still work at sunrise and rest at sunrise. The sun is shining and the moon is shining. The quiet and comfortable Osmanthus Village is like a paradise.

But the second year.

July and a half.

At night, on the day when the gate of hell opens, the air is extremely cloudy, and the red resentment that no one can see presses down from the sky, covering the whole Osmanthus fragrans Village in a thrilling red mist.

That night, someone heard screams from somewhere.

The next day, the head of the Wang family and his wife died tragically in the house. The tragedy was appalling!
The villagers don't know who did it.

Until the second day, the third day...

Those who died were all Wang's family members. Finally, someone recalled what happened back then, and guessed whether it was the ghost's revenge.

Day three.

The villagers came to the cemetery in Beishan with axes, picks and shovels, and were about to overthrow the tomb, but suddenly there was a strong wind, flying sand and rocks, and the person walking in front bled to death from seven orifices.

After that, no one dared to step forward.

The Wang family tried their best to invite several monks and Taoists, but they all left a sentence of "deep resentment" and returned without success.

Worshiping gods, begging for mercy, making offerings...the Wang family tried everything.

The third year.

The fog remained.

Some villagers in Guihua Village began to pack their bags and planned to leave this place, but it turned out that just like the Wang family could not leave, no villager in Guihua Village could leave this place either.

Because of this, they couldn't leave the hometown where they were born, and they received revenge that went deep into the bone marrow every year!
This year, a seedling of sweet-scented osmanthus suddenly grew in the yard of every household.

But no one cares.

And no one thought there was anything wrong with growing that tree in every household.

It seems to be subconsciously avoiding this kind of problem.

In the fourth year, the saplings are drawn.

Year after year, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree gradually grows into a towering tree. Every summer, there are small white flowers floating in the wind in the whole sweet-scented osmanthus village.

Over the past few days, the spirits of the villagers in Guihua Village have gradually become weak with the passage of time.
There was no smile on everyone's face anymore, and they became rigid and stiff, like a walking dead without self.

It was as if their backs were pressed against a mountain.

Out of breath.

I can't even take a breath.

……