The folk tale "The Road That Can't Be Walked".
The way out of the road. My grandmother's family was in the countryside, and the farmers there made a living by growing tobacco. Every autumn, everyone will take a rope of tobacco leaves to the side of the road to dry. In the 90s, it was still the same old method, and now this method is long gone. At that time, the purpose of drying tobacco leaves was to fog the tobacco leaves, and the whole village was filled with the smell of tobacco, which was particularly fragrant. Looking back on it now, it's like a taste of childhood.
After everyone finished their work, they would get together to play mahjong in the evening, and they usually went back to their respective homes at about 12 o'clock. At that time, there were no street lights, and the roads in the countryside were dark. Usually everyone prepares flashlights, which we call electric batons. There are also some people who occasionally forget to take it, and they will only go home in the dark.
There was a strange boundary at the south end of the village, and several people walked to that place, but they could not get out no matter how they walked, and they could not get out until the rooster crowed. This happened to several people. The old man said that he had encountered it, as long as he struck a match or lit a cigarette, the block would naturally disappear. This happens in the same place, and the villagers dig up that place to see.
And guess what? Dig up a worn-out wooden board, some say a coffin lid. Later, everyone made a fire and burned the planks. Since then, there has been no block in that place. To this day, the old people in the village often talk about it.