Author: Youdaoyan

In order to make it easier to understand the things described in the diary, while Fang Mu was flipping through the diary, he also looked up some things mentioned in the diary that he did not understand.

For example, as mentioned about the frog statue in the shrine, Fang Mu found out on the Internet that this frog statue is actually a type of animal god worshiped in southern Guangxi, called the Frog God, and it belongs to the witchcraft worship system.

The birth of the frog god can be traced back to more primitive and ancient times. It is one of the long-standing totem cultures in southern Guangxi and other parts of China. Modern people speculate that because the frog's cry also represents the arrival of the sowing season, this god also

It is considered by the locals to be the image of the god of rain and harvest. Praying to it can bring good weather and good harvests to people.

Fang Mu couldn't help but wonder, does the frog god worshiped in this place have anything to do with the toad frog mentioned by the diary owner?

Moreover, the owner of the diary has expressed very strange expressions about "time" many times, "This is not my peaceful era yet", "Marrying someone who can be my mother", "In fact, the ending is destined"... this

It makes people wonder, is the owner of the diary a time traveler, coming from a certain era in the future?

Fang Mu continued to read the diary with a slight excitement and nervousness.

On February 26, 1995, when I arrived there, I did not find a local as a tour guide. After all, this was not the first time I had come here. Although it had been more than twenty years, the place I wanted to go to was quite primitive.

and backward, the changes of time and years have not made much change to that place, which also makes it convenient for me to revisit my old place. Oh, of course no one here will know me. With the help of local villagers, I got on the

One car just went to the destination

The pickup truck carrying red bricks and tiles came to the mountain village called Wenyatun together with the pickup truck carrying red bricks and tiles. For a young foreigner like me, the villagers in the mountain village all looked at me strangely. Because

Arrive at Wenyatun

By that time, the sun was about to set, and I had to consider accommodation first. I paid an extra portion of money to the elder brother who drove the pickup truck for the fare and accommodation at his house. My elder brother and his family entertained me very warmly.

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On February 27, 1995, since I came to Guinan, my neurasthenia has improved a lot. I know this is not due to the effectiveness of the medicine. I stayed at Brother Pica's house for one night and felt refreshed.

, I planned to go out early in the morning to find the village chief of Wenyatun, but my eldest brother stopped me, saying that the village chief’s family did not have the habit of getting up early.

, let me have breakfast at his house first. I had sweet potato porridge with pickles for breakfast. It didn’t taste very good, but it was good for treating my stomach. After breakfast, I saw my eldest brother’s house.

My daughter was squatting next to an iron bucket in the yard where she was washing vegetables and collecting water, teasing something, and I heard sounds like toads and frogs.

I got a little closer with some fear and curiosity, and saw the girl pouring all the things she collected with a piece of homework paper into the iron bucket. Then the iron bucket came out with the fierce cry of toads and frogs, and the sound of the iron bucket

There was a loud collision sound on the wall of the barrel, as if the toads and frogs inside were fighting for food. Faintly, I also heard the sound of broken flesh and blood, but the girl seemed to have seen some interesting and exciting scene, and made a loud noise.

The silvery laughter of joy.

I shuddered a little, I knew what the girl was doing, and I also knew very well that the things the girl collected were my hair that fell in the room and the nails that were trimmed and thrown away last night.

I came to the village chief's home and explained to him the reason for my visit and the troubles I had suffered in the past few years. After learning about the incident, the village chief was silent for a long time and then asked me to sit in the living room and wait.

He walked out on crutches, probably

I was going to find something. After waiting for a long time, I got up and walked around the living room, looking around. I soon saw a shrine here. As expected, there was also a toad frog enshrined in it, but this toad frog was not the same as the toad frog.

The one I saw in the hotel was different.

The one in front of me has wrinkled skin, pimples all over its body, and even seems to have stinging hairs, which is more like a toad. It is completely different from the ordinary frogs with smooth skin and brightly colored patterns.

That is not the frog god, but the toad god, which is a more niche animal belief in the local area. It is worth noting that to distinguish between the two, the locals have completely different attitudes towards them.

Looking at the statue that looks like a toad but not a toad, with facial features that resemble those of a bat and a sloth, my heart is filled with chills because I am being watched by Him.

The gaze of the gods is sometimes not a blessing, but a curse.

Twenty minutes later, the village chief came back. He came to me with a black Paulownia box in his hand and told me that the way to eliminate my troubles was to take the Paulownia box to the cave in Nun Mountain and put the box in the statue of the god.

feet and then come back just fine. He is very

He solemnly told me not to speak during the process of entering the cave. It would be best if I could even hold my breath. No matter what I saw or heard, I would turn a blind eye, not listen, and never answer... Otherwise,

I can't escape from that cave.

I am very grateful to this old man for all he did for me. He must have paid a lot of money to help me get the contents of this Paulownia box. His hands became strangely swollen in just a few dozen minutes.

, rough bumps of different sizes appeared on it, just like the skin of a toad.

I took the paulownia box back to my eldest brother's house and asked about Nongshan. When my eldest brother and his family heard about this place, their faces became very strange, with a hint of ferocity, and the way they looked at me also changed slightly. He told me

Nun Mountain is a bit far away from here, and it is too late to enter the mountain now. There will be terrifying beasts in the mountain at night. So, I planned to set off to enter the mountain again the next day.

On March 7, 1995, I returned home safely. My wife was very happy that I returned safely. She also contacted relatives and friends nearby to celebrate me specially, although the relatives and friends who came to the house for dinner did not know why they were celebrating.

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Seeing this, Fang Mu's brows furrowed tightly. He flipped the pages back and forth, but he didn't find any sign that the diary had been modified or torn.

In other words, during the seven blank days from February 27th to March 7th, something must have happened to the owner of the diary but he deliberately did not record it.

This blank part made Fang Mu feel scratched at his heart and his whole body was blocked. As a writer and a bookworm, he really couldn't stand this blank part. He urgently wanted to know what happened after the owner of the diary entered the mountain.

However, the owner of the diary deliberately erased this record like a devil.

Suddenly, Fang Mu's heart tightened, and a thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that the owner of the diary did this deliberately because he wanted to lure me to Wenya Village in southern Guangxi?

Fang Mu became even more curious about the father of the Fang brothers and sisters. What did this man with almost the same handwriting and writing style look like and what kind of person was he?

In this regard, Fang Mu could only pay an illegal private detective to conduct further investigation, and if possible, at least find a photo of him.

So far, Fang Mu only knows that the name Fang Lin is registered on the page where their father's information is written in the household registration book of the Fang brothers and sisters.

"Fang Lin..." Fang Mu, who had already made many guesses about the identity of the owner of the diary, felt uneasy and absurd when he thought of this name again.

Remove the prefix "household" from the word "fang" and remove the "wood" prefix from the word "lin", that's his name.

Could it be that Fang Lin... is me?

Once this idea came up, Fang Mu couldn't get rid of it, and at the same time, an idea flashed in his mind.

He knew that it was wrong to do this, and he also knew that it was absurd. He also knew that the answer he would get would be as destructive as a fantasy... But Fang Mu did it anyway. He asked someone to get it and is queuing up.

Fang Jingjing’s hair was collected during the funeral, and she took her own hair to a DNA testing agency for identification.

Before the identification results came out, Fang Mu continued to read the diary, and his reading speed increased.

He was afraid that after the identification results came out, he would not have the courage to continue reading.

His trembling hands crumpled the pages of the diary, and with an anxious mood, he continued reading.

Since Guinan came back, Fang Lin and his family have returned to peace and tranquility. Even though the diary records are not very diligent, there is no longer a sense of depression between the lines, and the handwriting has become much softer. Life seems to be changing.

Get better.

Feeling the emotion of the diary owner when he wrote, Fang Mu's mood seemed to be soothed, and he slowly became able to read calmly again.

This relaxed state lasted until July 1997, two years after returning from Guinan, when the beautiful voice suddenly stopped.

On July 12, 1997, the second child was already two months old. Due to well-known reasons, she had to go back to her hometown in the countryside before her belly was obvious. Only then could her unborn child and I

Only then can my daughter be born safely and I stay in the city and continue to make money.

On July 21, 1997, the ominous premonition finally came true. I received a package today. Even though it was wrapped in a snakeskin bag, I still felt the familiar weight of the object in the package. I opened the package and saw what was inside.

Make me almost sluggish

After half an hour, I found a black Paulownia box, which was exactly what I sent into the Nongshan cave two years ago. It was actually moved out of the cave and returned to my hands. The only difference is that,

This time it also comes with a key that can unlock the wooden box.

I opened the box and checked, but it was empty inside. My heart was also empty, and my soul seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss. That night, I was drinking alone on the balcony. Suddenly I felt the wind was a bit cold, and my back neck felt chilly.

It also became uncomfortable. From the day I got married to my wife... It should be said that from earlier, from the first time I came into contact with His existence, I knew that I would never escape death. I would die in

The day I was born.

On July 22, 1997, I got on the train and headed to Guinan again, with a bit of luck in my heart. If I sent the box back there again, would I be able to escape the disaster?

On July 23, 1997, there was news of the collapse. The village chief at the time was dead. The whole family of the village chief was also dead. Their daughter-in-law also went crazy after losing her child. Not long after, she was also in the lunatic asylum and had her own head buried in a lunatic asylum.

I squeezed into the iron railing that my forearm passed through, and committed suicide in this weird way. The new village chief regretfully told me that no one in the village could help me. So...who is this paulownia box?

Where was it sent to me?

On July 25, 1997, I am sitting on the train on my way back, feeling dead in my heart. When I returned to Nun Mountain, I found that the cave had collapsed and there was no way to enter the cave. Seeing me

I dared to go into the mountain alone. The new village chief was shocked and angry. He yelled at me that I was desperate for my life. He probably thought that I was pitiful.

The truth was finally revealed. It turned out that a few months ago, all the family members who worshiped the Toad God in the village went to Nong Mountain to hold an annual worship ceremony. Unexpectedly, the cave collapsed that day, and no one who entered the cave that day survived.

Also, it's equivalent to the fact that all the people who knew how to solve my problems are dead, and naturally no one can help me anymore.

On September 30, 1997, my wife's belly was already very big. I expressed to my wife that I wanted to take her to move to a northern city. Although my wife's parents were reluctant, my wife agreed without thinking.

The next few diaries recorded Fang Lin's daily life of taking care of his pregnant wife. At the same time, Fang Lin had to work hard at his new job during the day.

Until April 1, 1998, his long-pregnant wife finally gave birth, and Fang Lin and his wife welcomed their youngest child, Fang Jingjing.

On April 7, 1998, my daughter was born on the 1st of this month. Mother and daughter are safe. Jianhua is a sensible child. It can be seen that he really likes his sister. I told him that if his parents are no longer here in the future, then

No matter what happens, he must love his sister and do his best to protect her. Jianhua swore to me firmly. After hearing this, I hugged my wife and children and stood in front of them for the first time.

I cried, I could no longer hide my weak side.

On May 20, 1998, after Labor Day, I finally found time to write my last diary entry. You must have read the last entry here, but what I want to say is that I don’t plan to write anything today.

Because today you will receive a package, which is a secret I have left to myself. None of us can escape the vortex of time and the trap of fate. I wish me good luck in the future.

Fang Mu's heart suddenly twitched when he saw this, confusion and fear crawled all over his body like ants, and his respiratory organs seemed to be strangled. He could not use words to describe his mood at this moment.

Fang Lin...is it really me?

Ding dong!

"Sir, please sign for your package."

Fang Mu, who was in despair, got the package from the appraisal agency from the door-to-door courier, opened the document in the package, read the text on it, and read the most critical piece of information.

Fang Mu suddenly felt that the sky was falling, and he felt dizzy. He fell to the ground and murmured: "Father and daughter... Fang Jingjing is my daughter..."
Chapter completed!