"Twenty or thirty years ago, the villagers of Shutang and Zhengjiagou both lived on the mountain. Wu Mountain was very big, big enough to support both of our villages."
The old man speaking was Shu Yang, one of the two village chiefs of the current Changfeng Village.
"But I don't know when, some young men who went up the mountain to cut firewood and hunt said they encountered something… uh, a 'ghost wall' on the mountain."
"Alas…"
"At first, we thought they were drunk and talking nonsense. But later, more and more people said the same thing. Back then, Zhengjiagou was still managed by people named Zheng. I discussed it with them, and we had the men from both villages take their tools and go up the mountain to investigate."
Song Yan listened to the old man speak, as if he were hearing a folk tale of the bizarre.
"As a result, one young man from Shutang and one from Zhengjiagou each died on the mountain."
