"Oh my gosh, skinhead...wanted criminal?!"
Zhao Youliang, who was devouring the food, felt that the other party looked familiar, so he spoke subconsciously.
After all, when this person was paraded through the streets, the two of them only glanced at each other briefly.
What's more, now the death row prisoner's appearance has changed drastically and he is wearing a hat, covering most of his face.
Seeing Zhao Youliang's expression and hearing what he said, the death row prisoner was also stunned.
With a gloomy face, he asked: "Do you know me?!"
Zhao Youliang was already in trouble, but he didn't want to cause new troubles.
So he shook his head quickly: "No, I don't know him! At first glance, he looked familiar, but upon closer inspection, I recognized the wrong person..."
When the condemned prisoner heard what he said, he followed Zhao Youliang's gaze to the paper shop and seemed to understand something.
He didn't say any more, he just patted Zhao Youliang's shoulder gently and stood up to leave.
The livid, sunken face had a very weird smile.
"Little brother, that shop belongs to you? It's not bad!"
Seeing the other party taking the initiative to leave, Zhao Youliang breathed a long sigh of relief.
And moved to another table to continue devouring.
But they didn't realize that the moment the condemned prisoner patted his shoulder, he not only cut off a strand of hair and took him away, but also threw a gray "small ball" about the size of an ordinary pill into Tofu Nao.
And this little ball has now been swallowed by Zhao Youliang...
Maybe it was because he had two breakfasts in a row and asked for a few more yuan for his wallet. Zhao Youliang felt very full today.
Patting his bulging belly, he burped twice and stood up and left with satisfaction.
Since he was going to die anyway, he didn't care about the rules of the paper shop, so he rode on the "28 big bar" and went straight to the outside of the town.
First, Zhao Youliang was still doubtful about what shopkeeper Sun just said, and wanted to see if he could leave the town fifty miles away;
Secondly, don’t the “gods” in the story all live in the mountains?
Even if they don't live in the mountains, at least they don't live in towns and do small business.
So Zhao Youliang wanted to go into the mountains to try his luck.
If he could meet Mr. Hui Liu or other "old gods", he would be saved!
Because he was anxious, Zhao Youliang rode so fast that even the bicycle chain had sparks.
If it were a normal fifty-mile journey, it would only take more than an hour at Zhao Youliang's riding speed.
But his goal was to go into the mountains, and the rugged mountain road was still uphill.
There are even places that cannot be called roads at all, and Zhao Youliang needs to carry his bicycle to get there.
In this way, we went back and forth between people riding bicycles and people riding bicycles, until it was getting late and we had gone about fifty miles.
Although it is not too far from the town, this place is completely deserted and desolate.
And the closer he got to the "critical value" of fifty miles, the more panicked Zhao Youliang felt.
The feeling can be described as "like walking in an abyss, like walking on thin ice", as if if you take one more step forward, you will be doomed.
Is it really so evil? !
The strong palpitations made Zhao Youliang stop unconsciously and retreat secretly.
Otherwise, it’s better to go back...The sun is about to set, and the shop door is not closed yet...
It was okay not to think about the paper shop, but when he thought about the paper shop, Zhao Youliang thought that he only had a few days left to live.
You're going to die anyway, why don't you give it a try!
What if nothing happens? ! I can't leave this evil place!
As soon as he thought about it, Zhao Youliang mounted the 28th pole again and kicked hard with both feet, like a cavalryman who was forced into a desperate situation and launched a charge.
But before he could rush out very far, Zhao Youliang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
It was as if the heart was suddenly grasped hard by a pair of invisible hands, unable to pump blood or beat.
Then he couldn't muster any strength, and fell off the bicycle with a thud.
"Oh, I'll go, what shopkeeper Sun said is true!"
"That wicked Taoist priest really tricked me into signing some kind of 'ghost contract'!"
An ant can still survive, let alone a living person like Zhao Youliang.
Holding back the severe pain in his heart, Zhao Youliang struggled to crawl back—to within fifty miles.
His subconscious told him that as long as he returned to this range, he would be fine!
However, because he fell too hard just now and Zhao Youliang didn't have any strength in his body, he climbed very slowly.
Normally, it seemed like a distance of only a dozen steps, but to Zhao Youliang now, it seemed like a huge chasm.
After a while, Zhao Youliang finally couldn't bear the severe pain in his heart and fainted with a cry.
As for whether he was within fifty miles, he himself didn't know...
I don't know how long it took before Zhao Youliang woke up slowly. To be precise, he was woken up by the cold rain falling from the sky.
"I'm actually not dead..."
Zhao Youliang got up with difficulty, and after making sure that he had not fallen or broken any bones, he started looking for his bicycle.
Fortunately, the person who fell out just now was just a person, and the 28 big bar was not far in front of him.
After holding up his bicycle, Zhao Youliang wanted to go back directly, but the rain became heavier and heavier.
It was dark and the road was muddy. Going down the mountain at this time was almost like courting death.
If his foot slipped, even if he didn't fall off the cliff, it would be enough for him to "drink a pot" from the hillside...
"It's better to find a place to take shelter from the rain first!"
Zhao Youliang was talking to himself, looking up and looking around.
Suddenly, I discovered that there were lights on not far ahead, and there was the faint sound of singing coming from the rain.
"Wait...singing opera?!"
He had always encountered evil things recently, and he immediately realized that something was wrong: How could someone set up a stage to sing in the wilderness in the middle of the night? !
Who are you singing to? !
After thinking about it for a moment, the answer came out in Zhao Youliang's head - ghost!
This is a "ghost show"!
In the panic, Zhao Youliang immediately picked up the bicycle and ran away!
Unfortunately, no matter which direction he fled, the "ghost show" would appear directly ahead.
And the distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.
The most terrifying thing was that Zhao Youliang found that his body was starting to lose control and he actually walked towards the stage on his own initiative.
"It's over, Gui Xin Qiao!"
"Isn't this damn dead?!"
When Zhao Youliang walked closer with his bicycle uncontrollably, he found that it was not raining here.
The stage was full of spectators, drinking tea, eating cakes, and listening to the opera singing on the stage.
On the stage, there were several pale-faced actresses, singing with their fingers.
"Now that you're here, sit down and listen to the show!"
When Zhao Youliang was panicking, a man dressed as a waiter led him to an empty seat.
He brought tea and some pastries and placed them on the table in front of him.
Zhao Youliang took a closer look and almost vomited it out!
I saw a layer of big wriggling maggots floating on the "tea"; the pastries had long since rotted, and various flesh bugs were constantly getting in and out.
