Chapter 1593
The old man's voice was hoarse. He replied to me: "I live alone. There is no village here. This is a wilderness. The nearest village is more than twenty miles away."
"Sir, do you have a mobile phone? Can you lend it to me to make a call?"
He shook his head slowly: "I don't have a mobile phone, and it's difficult to walk at night. You can just stay here with me and wait until dawn."
"Okay, please trouble me, sir."
After expressing my gratitude, I leaned back on my chair weakly.
I lit a cigarette and held it in my mouth to feel refreshed. At the same time, my head felt dizzy and I wanted to sleep. I knew that this was due to excessive blood loss.
I was feeling dizzy when I heard the old man next to me say: "Young man, you can't sleep. If you fall asleep, you might not be able to get up. I have wine here, so take a sip of it."
I opened my eyes and saw him tremblingly walking to the bed, squatting down with difficulty, pulling out a large glass bottle from under the bed, and pouring a small bowl for me.
"Uncle, why is your wine black?"
I looked pale and shook the bowl. The wine looked like the color of squid ink, slightly viscous, and I couldn't see the bottom of the bowl.
His voice was hoarse as he explained: "This is medicinal wine. I found medicinal materials and brewed it myself. It contains wolfberry and ginseng."
I picked up the bowl and looked there, and inadvertently I seemed to see that there seemed to be a child soaking in the big glass jar...with hands and feet.
Some people are growing black wolfberry here in Kangding. In those years, it was particularly popular to buy and sell ginseng grown by pressing and pressing molds. I guess it is this kind of thing.
This medicinal wine looks dark, but it smells fragrant. It is sweet and mellow in the mouth. After drinking a small bowl, I feel warm in my stomach and feel indescribably comfortable all over. Under the impact of this warmth in my body, I even feel my back. The wounds don't hurt that much anymore.
"Good wine, uncle, can you give me a small bowl?" I suddenly wanted to drink a bowl.
The old man smiled and said: "I can't bear to drink this medicinal wine myself, but no one comes here all year round. If you meet me today, it's because we are destined, so I will pour you a bowl."
After he finished speaking, he took the bowl and went to pour the wine.
As his hand moved, I saw the big glass bottle slowly tilting, and suddenly, a pair of eyes appeared in the bottle! Roll your eyes upward! It’s just a child’s eyes!
This scene scared me to my feet instantly! His face turned pale! Step back! I accidentally bumped into the tribute table.
The tribute table shook, and the red cloth covering the altar fell instantly.
I looked back and saw that what was inside was the skull head of a dead man.
What's strange is that on the skull's head is a small black round hat worn by landlords in the past, and there is a long old sterling silver hairpin that penetrates the entire skull from the temple! Looking through the two empty eye sockets of the skull, you can see two rusty iron bells hanging inside!
The old man who was pouring wine heard the noise and turned his head sharply to look at me! A pair of white eyes, full of weirdness!
I stood close to the tribute table, sweating from my forehead and gasping for breath.
The old man came over on crutches, stretched out his hand and covered the Buddhist niche with the red cloth again.
He asked in a hoarse voice: "What did you see?"
"No...no, I didn't see anything!"
After hearing my lie about not seeing anything, the old man suddenly grinned and said in a hoarse voice: "Young man, actually when you knocked on my door just now, you were already dead."
My expression changed drastically: "That's nonsense! You just died! I, Xiang Yunfeng, am alive and well!"
The old man smiled and said: "You are right, I have been dead for decades. My place is called Jisei Kiln. Most people who have died in vain can't see me when they pass by. You can find it and knock on it." If you ask for help, it shows that you have an extraordinary destiny."
He pointed to the tribute table in front and said: "This is my wife. The locals call her dead mother-in-law. In ten seconds, if my wife's bell rings, you will live. If the bell does not ring, you will die."
"If the bell rings, you cannot mention it to anyone for seventeen years, remember."
Less than ten seconds after he finished speaking, a crisp ringing of a bell suddenly came from behind the red cloth.
