Chapter 0046: The Legend of Bride's Pool
This driver is a good storyteller and knows how to keep people in suspense.
"What did you see?" I cooperated very well and put on an expression of surprise and expectation.
The driver was very satisfied. After a chuckle, he opened his eyes wide and spoke in a low and strange tone.
"That high official was drowned in his bed!"
"Drowned in his bed?"
"The walls and the floor of the room were all 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."
"His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were bulging outwards as if they were about to burst. I don't know what frightening thing he saw."
"All ten fingers were covered in blood, the nails were all turned upside down, and the bed was covered with blood marks left by the nails. It was a horrible scene."
"But the bride was lying next to the official. Her face was just as pale, but her mouth was as red as if she had eaten blood, and she was still smiling."
"That smile scared the servants so much that none of them dared to stay in the house. They all ran away in a hurry."
"Also, do you know what happened to the bearers of the sedan chair?"
"Some of them drowned in washbasins, some drowned in water tanks, and the most outrageous thing was that one person was choked to death by the water while drinking tea. Anyway, none of the eight people escaped."
After saying this, the driver smacked his lips with a sigh.
"Later, many people heard a woman singing in the pond, and some saw a beautiful woman in a bridal gown washing her hair in the pond. That's why the pond was called the Bride's Pond."
"People who are getting married here would rather take the long way than go that way. Because if a bride by that way, she will fall into the puddle."
"No matter how shallow the water is, the bride will drown. It's just so weird that a happy event turns into a sad one."
The driver finally finished his story. The scenery outside the window became increasingly desolate and the sound of gurgling water could already be heard.
"So, according to you, a lot of brides died there?" I thought with a frown.
With so many brides, which skeleton is the one the live broadcast room requires?
"That's how the older generation tells the story. So when someone in the village wanted to build a reservoir there, the old people strongly opposed it. They said it would stir up resentment in the Bride's Pond and cause a disaster."
"Later, as you know, people drowned in the reservoir all the time. However, the real reason for closing the reservoir seems not to be this."
I raised an eyebrow, "Is there a more important reason than drowning someone?"
"I don't know the exact details, but 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 has not been found yet."
The driver sighed sympathetically.
"To be honest, he built the reservoir to help the village generate income. Who knew it would turn out like this? It's really pitiful."
As they were talking, the van stopped in the weed-covered parking lot.
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 stream not far away, winding through the mountains.
"Little brother, I can only take you here. The reservoir is in front. The door just has a lock hung on it as a fake. It will open when you push it." The driver stretched out his hand and pointed forward.
I looked over and saw a large rusty red iron gate outside the reservoir.
"Thanks, brother! I'll have to trouble 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 good person. Go back early before dark. If the weather changes, don't wait until dark, leave quickly! No matter what, that reservoir is quite weird." The driver gave a few instructions and drove away in the van.
I walked to the gate carrying a heavy backpack under the scorching sun.
It was only a distance of a hundred meters but I was already sweating profusely.
The large rusty red iron gate was half open, and faint voices could be heard from inside. They should be the people who came to fish as the driver mentioned.
Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I walked in.
The sound of rushing water came into my ears, and I saw the towering dam at a glance. It was dozens of meters high, like a giant rock lying between two mountains, cutting a rushing river in two halves. It looked very majestic.
The river water in the lower reaches is reflected in green by the surrounding mountains and rivers, and on both sides of the river are shallow river beaches paved with pebbles.
Five or six people were sitting on the river bank, fishing under parasols.
There were three men and two women. The men were fishing and the women were busy in front of the barbecue grill, laughing from time to time.
This group of people came not only to fish, but also to camp.
With the cool river breeze blowing on your face and surrounded by mountains, the air is fresh and the scenery is green. This is indeed a great 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 generous.
Although the river water is clear, it is bottomless. I wonder how many bodies of drowned people are buried underneath.
I found a place to put down my heavy backpack and was about to take a walk on the dam when the riverside, which had been sunny and bright, suddenly became gloomy.
Looking up, my heart sank involuntarily.
In the originally clear sky, a huge dark cloud blocked the sun.
