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"Zhang Fen" is a large graveyard of the Zhang family located at the eastern end of the village, said to date back to the Ming and Qing dynasties. Due to its age, large graves are interspersed with smaller ones, and even when new graves are dug, old ones can be uncovered! Because of the long passage of time, many graves have no descendants left.
When I was young, there was no electricity in the village. At night, Zhang Fen became a vast and eerie place. I remember during junior high, when I went to school at night, I could see will-o'-the-wisps flickering among the earthen graves. Legends about Zhang Fen were abundant.
Due to insufficient power supply, power outages were common. Everyone would take advantage of the electricity whenever it came on to water their fields, regardless of the time. Once someone finished watering, they had to go knock on the next neighbor's door to notify them.
One night around two o'clock, my childhood friend finished watering and his parents were busy packing up the shovel and hose. He was tasked with notifying the next neighbor but had to pass through Zhang Fen to get there!
My friend rode his bicycle home in the dark, already terrified. However, as he reached Zhang Fen, his bicycle suddenly wouldn’t move: it felt like something was pulling hard on it from behind! Scared out of his wits, he didn’t dare look back, abandoned his bicycle, and ran towards the village, shouting for a neighbor to help with watering. He covered his head and went home, sleeping under the blanket until dawn before daring to retrieve his bicycle left by the road near Zhang Fen.
When he got there, he found it was nothing supernatural; it was just a bag of fertilizer caught tightly in the rear wheel.
Elders in our village say there is a Black Dog Spirit at the East Village Entrance that comes out at night to scare people. For a while, villagers were afraid to pass through there as soon as dusk fell.
There was a man named " Er Dadan " in the village who never believed in ghosts or honored deities.
That autumn during harvest time was particularly busy. One day before dawn, Er Dadan took his ox and plow out to work. As he reached the East Village Entrance, he heard barking behind him as if a rabid dog was about to chase him. The ox he was leading seemed frightened too; it mooed and refused to move forward, tugging at its reins wildly. Even more frightening was that the plow on his shoulder seemed to be struck by something on its blade, making a clanging noise!
The barking grew closer and closer until it almost reached him. Suddenly, Er Dadan dropped his plow and swung his Cowhide Whip behind him!
With a loud crack, the aggressive barking turned into a mournful howl.
Then everything fell silent before dawn. After that incident, there were no more disturbances from the Black Dog Spirit at the East Village Entrance. Some time later, a woman in the village suddenly went mad: she barked like a dog with an eerily convincing voice. Even more astonishingly, she could leap over half-height earthen walls and climb onto rooftops made of mud bricks, jumping from one house to another as if it were effortless.
The village elders said she had been possessed by the Black Dog Spirit; aside from her physical form, her behavior was indistinguishable from that of a fierce dog.
The family members communicated with her, but all they received in return was the fierce barking of a dog.
One of her relatives, an Aunt, couldn't stand it any longer and approached her to speak: "I know you were the original 'Fairy' of East Village Entrance. Please spare my Niece-in-law!" The woman possessed by the Black Dog Spirit seemed to find a sense of existence in this moment, sneering silently.
Her Aunt continued, "Everyone here knows how powerful you are; no one can do anything to you! Let my Niece-in-law offer you some sacrifices..." The woman possessed by the Black Dog Spirit became smug upon hearing this: "All these years, whether it's the land or the City God, no one here has ever scared me!" Her voice was sharp and thin, completely unlike that of a woman. Then she casually blurted out, "Heaven doesn't care, Earth doesn't care, just afraid of the village Er Dadan..."
Her Aunt listened carefully and quietly sent her nephew to call for Er Dadan.
The woman possessed by the Black Dog Spirit sat there in a dog-like posture, gesturing with her hands while frothing at the mouth and rambling on. Suddenly, the crowd parted to reveal Er Dadan, who entered with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a Cowhide Whip in hand!
People heard a panicked scream as a dark shadow dashed away, followed by the possessed woman collapsing as if she had lost all strength.
The elder said that the Black Dog Spirit had "left."
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