"Master Yu! Master Yu!"
At around 10 o'clock at night, I ran to the ropeway alone and shouted at the cliff.
No one responded.
The only thing that responded to me was the whistling of the wind and the cries of cicadas in the woods. I had no choice but to jump on the cable car and row to the other side.
I saw Mr. Bing wrapped in a military coat and he was curled up with his eyes closed to rest. I gave the old man a cigarette and asked him if he had seen Master Yu.
"Stop shouting. He left an hour ago. He said that if you come looking for me, let me bring you a few words."
"What words!"
Mr. Bing took a puff of his cigarette and said, "He said he has a good girl waiting for him to return, but he cannot leave her a widow. This time the enemy is too strong and there is little chance of winning, so we take the first step."
My feet instantly became weak and I almost collapsed to the ground!
It's over, it's over...
Master Yu ran away because he was too scared!
Seeing me pouting and about to cry, Master Bing asked, "Boy, what opponent is too strong? I know this guy named Yu is not a weakling."
"It's Xie Qirong." I said calmly.
"who!"
"Thank you Qirong!"
Bing Ye jumped up and said: "No wonder the person named Yu ran away! I think you are just looking for death!"
Mr. Bing was merciless. He waved his hand and shouted at me: "Hurry up! Hurry up! Stop talking to me! Don't involve me!"
I went back to get my things and went down the mountain alone with my bag on my back.
At this point, Langzhong Ancient City is no longer bustling and bustling, with only a few scattered roadside shops open for business.
There were fewer and fewer passers-by and cars on the street. For a moment, I felt lonely. I bought a bottle of high-alcohol wine and drank half of the bottle in one breath.
No one dares to help me, so I will face it alone, because I, Xiang Yunfeng, am not a coward!
I would not have died in Yinchuan three years ago!
I won't die now!
I am blessed and blessed! I have the blessing of the Northern Patriarch! Hahaha!
"Langli Grand, Langli Grand, I am a painter with great painting skills!"
I didn't care about the gazes of passers-by, and with the help of alcohol, I sang loudly to cheer myself up.
"Master, is this car leaving?"
"Let's go! Where to go?"
"Go to Yizhuang."
"Yizhuang! What Yizhuang?"
I said it was an abandoned village, which seemed to be not far from here.
The taxi driver frowned and lowered his head and thought for a long time. He raised his head and said, "Are you talking about the abandoned charity village in Beijiaoling?"
"Probably so." I said.
"Damn it! Man! Why did you go to that ghost place? There's no one around there. I smell the smell of alcohol on you. You couldn't think of something, so you went there and hanged yourself? Man, I have to advise you on this. You, for the sake of our family, no matter how hard life is, we can’t stop thinking about committing suicide! Think about it..."
I handed over a thousand dollars.
"Get in the car and I'll take you there."
The taxi drove all the way north. The driver kept a straight face and said nothing. He looked in the rearview mirror and peeked at me from time to time.
I unscrewed the bottle cap and took two more sips of wine.
The driver sighed and couldn't help but said: "As the saying goes, good words can't persuade a heartbroken person, so I won't persuade you. Do you think you should wait until morning for me to call the police for you?"
"No! You drive quickly! I didn't go there to commit suicide!"
Forty minutes later, when we arrived at the place, the driver turned around and ran away.
An ancient charity village appeared in front of me.
Under the moonlight, the door was closed, it was eerie, and the windows were still the same white paper windows as in the past.
The houses here are at least built in the late Qing Dynasty. They are very dilapidated. This kind of old building can only be seen in Langzhong, and it has long been demolished in other places. Yizhuang was a place used to store coffins and dead people in ancient times.
The door was unlocked and opened with a push, making a harsh creaking sound.
It's dark and quiet inside, and it doesn't look like anyone lives here.
I saw in the southeast corner a row of old-fashioned coffins that had been stored for who knows how many years. Several old coffins were covered with various messy things, and a few old oil lamps were scattered on the ground.
I swallowed, carefully raised the flashlight, and looked around.
Suddenly, I noticed that one of the coffins had bricks at the four corners and no lid. The coffin was open.
I boldly walked over and shouted softly as I walked: "Is there anyone... Is there anyone..."
No one answered.
I looked inside sharply.
The coffin was empty, filled with hay and a plastic bag filled with water.
I breathed a sigh of relief and thought: "It seems like the person is not here."
Suddenly, I felt a hand pat my calf.
I looked down.
I saw a pale and pale face smiling at me.
"Hehe, hehe, Fengfeng...Xiang Fengfeng..."
