The black bandit was sitting in front of his house. The river was flowing eastward calmly. Leaves floated on the water, swaying with the waves. From time to time, they emitted bursts of beautiful music. Listening to it made people feel peaceful and no longer agitated as before.
The night was still very beautiful, and the trees far and near were all silent. The branches and leaves that were lush during the day seemed to have ceased to exist in the hazy sky.
All of these, because of the fall of night, immediately became fragmented. Even the sound of insects not far away was so incomplete that it made people cry when they heard it.
On the other side of the river, there was a small, dilapidated ferry. It was obviously empty, because the old boatman had passed away. The ferry should be empty at this time, but for some reason, bursts of singing could be heard.
Those are the songs that the old boatman sang when he was alive. They are definitely not popular songs, but just some funeral songs. Hearing them in the middle of the night, no matter how you say them, will make people feel a little uncomfortable. The desolation of their mood is as frosty as the moonlight. It seems to come even more.
Ever since the old boatman passed away, no one has been willing to do the ferry work. On the empty ferry boat, every night, some people on the ferry often hear the extremely sad funeral songs, like a knife. , piercing people’s souls.
Black bandits are familiar with these things and think it's nothing. After all, the old boatman can still eat him?
After sitting in front of the door for a while, I felt that it was too boring, and I was afraid that it would be inappropriate if I continued like this. The wind started blowing up and down the long river, and it was a bit cold when it blew on people's bodies.
After getting into his room, the black bandit lay on the bed. He was tired from the day and now he had to take a good rest. Otherwise, if this continues, the damage to the body will be insignificant.
I was very sleepy. I just closed my eyes and I didn’t seem to know anything about it. The same was true for the ferry in front of my door. I don’t know that for some reason, the ferry quietly drifted over from the other side of the river and parked at his house. In front of the door, bursts of very powerful funeral songs were heard.
The black bandit didn't know anything about this, and he didn't understand why the empty ferry could still have such mourning songs, but it didn't matter, because as long as he closed his eyes, he wouldn't know anything about it.
There was only the wind blowing constantly in front of the door, echoing with the bursts of funeral songs coming from the ferry in the night. The sky and the earth changed color. Even the mountains in the distance were swaying at this moment. , there is a big risk of collapse.
But for all of this, the black bandit didn't know anything. He was lying on the bed, feeling very comfortable, but at this moment, for some reason, he saw someone walking in front of the door, and the sound of footsteps was very strong, so he crawled Get up and go out to take a look. It's really very lively. Many people are standing in front of their houses. Among these people, the existence of the Ghost King can be clearly seen.
The ghost king's shadow flashed and disappeared into the depths of the night, no longer existing. Even the laughter in the woods not far away could no longer be heard at this time.
Just as he was about to get into his own house, he suddenly saw the old boatman coming out of the cabin. He stretched out and slowly walked to the door of the black bandit's house. He sat with him and chatted for a while. Everyday trivial things.
"What do you want me to learn from you, old man?" the black bandit asked politely.
"It's nothing, just walking around, because in a few days, you will also leave this world, like me, pass away forever." The old boatman said.
"You mean I'm going to die?" the black bandit asked reluctantly. His face was very miserable at this time. He looked up at the sky and the bright moon, almost crying.
"Yes." The old boatman sighed long and sadly.
"Why do you see that?" The black bandit was obviously not so gullible.
"If you don't believe it," the old boatman sighed again, "it will come true in the near future."
"I still don't believe it," said the black bandit. "I have never given a damn about fortune telling."
"But judging from numerology, you will die soon, in a very ugly way. What a sin, alas!" The old boatman sighed.
"Why?" The black bandit obviously did not give in to the arrangement of fate.
"No reason." After the old boatman said this, he took the black bandit's hand in his own and used it to infer the fortunes and misfortunes of fate and the success or failure of life.
The night was getting very dark, and the old boatman and the black bandit were sitting by the river, chatting with each other, talking about irrelevant things, even boring things. This was all they could do at this time, otherwise it would not be enough to pass the long night.
"If you dare to say that I am going to die again, believe it or not, I will beat you." The black bandit was in a very bad mood for a moment, shouldered his gun, and was ready to take action.
"I'm not lying to you," the old boatman said calmly. "Soon, you will see a stone falling from the sky, and there will be writings engraved on the stone. You will know what it means when you see it."
"When will the stone fall?" asked the black bandit.
"In three days." After the old boatman said this, he saw that the black bandit was not easy to get along with, so he was ready to leave and returned to his ferry.
"You have to make your words clear today, otherwise you won't be able to leave." The black bandit turned around and entered the house, took out some good wine and food, and said some unreliable things to the old boatman while drinking a glass of light wine.
"Anyway, you died not long ago, and your death was very ugly. I am not a liar." The old boatman sighed and said.
"Who the hell are you talking about?" The black bandit was angry, punched the old boatman, but strangely, the old boatman suddenly disappeared.
In an instant, I saw that the old boatman had already jumped onto his ferry and got into the cabin.
"You are going to die in a few days. To prepare for the unexpected, I hope you will prepare early." Although Mrs. Lao Chuan jumped on the ferry, she left behind such an unreasonable nonsense.
"You're the one who's going to die," the black bandit spat, "Get out!"
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When the black bandit got up from the bed, there was still no one outside, and the wind was quietly blowing in a forest not far away. Some thatch also made a desolate sound. It was really a bit disturbing to hear it in the middle of the night. Unbearable.
Just then, when he was about to fall asleep again, he heard a voice coming from in front of the door. It seemed like someone was singing a funeral song. If he listened carefully, it turned out that it was not the damn old boatman.
The black bandit did not dare to neglect, and immediately went out. When he looked out, he saw that the whole river was vast and foggy. The picturesque scenery of the past no longer existed, and the only desolation remained in the world.
Just as I was about to get into my house, I suddenly found a ferry docked quietly in front of my door, and bursts of extremely sad funeral songs floated from the ferry. This was obviously sung by the old boatman. This was really... It's unbearable and very unlucky. If you don't teach me a lesson at this time, I'm afraid your life will be very miserable in the future.
Just as he was about to hit someone, he suddenly remembered that the old boatman had passed away. So how did this song come about, and what was the explanation for the dream that told his fortune before?
The black bandit was a person who did not believe in evil. At this time, he came to the ferry and found that it was really empty. Not to mention people, even some ferry tools were in dilapidated condition.
In a fit of anger, he originally wanted to smash the ferry boat, but then he remembered the words of the old boatman, saying that he would die soon. In a moment, he was about to die, but he was also kind, so he threw all his ambitions into the Kingdom of Java. .
Not only did the black bandits not destroy the ferry, they also repaired it at this time. Otherwise, it would have collapsed if it was caught in the rain.
After being busy for a while, the black bandit got back into his house. Because the night was getting thick and it was midnight, it would be inappropriate not to take a good rest at this time. At dawn, he still wanted to go to the mountains to plant crops. It's possible.
But I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and I remembered the broken dream I had before, and I actually said that I would die soon. I was not afraid for a while, but if I died like this and became a person with no descendants, I'm afraid it would be bad, right?
Thinking of this, the black bandit shed tears on his face. His life was worse than that of a thin man. Alas, is he considered useless? But obviously I have some strength, how can I say it's useless?
Three days later, the black bandit was working in the fields. When he was tired, he lay down on a clean stone and took a short rest. Gradually I closed my eyes, but at this moment, I suddenly felt that someone had hit me with a stone. I quickly got up, looked around, touched my head with my hand, and felt a hand of blood.
There is a stone beside me. And for some unknown reason, rocks kept falling from the sky, hitting the fine crops he had planted in the ground. In an instant, everything was in a mess. All the previous busy work was now in ruins. , it’s all in vain.
"Damn it," the black bandit said, touching his head, "it's really a rock."
I didn't have any thoughts to work for a while. It seemed that the dream was true. Didn't it all come true? Soon after, it seemed that I was going to die.
Before it was completely dark, the black bandits left the mountain. At this time, they still had to do some work. But today is different. I feel that everything is meaningless. People are going to die. What's the use of working so hard anymore?
The sun was just slightly tilted to the side and did not really set. Staying alone on this mountain, I felt very bored and didn't want to work anymore. It was better to go back immediately. It was time to eat and play, so there was no need to work so hard. The ground is working, isn't it?
The black bandit sat in front of his house and began to stew a pig's head. He was reluctant to eat it. Now that he will die soon, he still keeps this thing. Isn't it a bit stupid?
At this moment, a thin man walked over and gave the black bandit some fine spices. With these spices, the pig's head would definitely taste better.
I originally wanted to cure the sin of the thin man, but at this time, I no longer wanted to worry about him too much. I accepted the things he gave me, and the love, hatred and hatred in the past disappeared immediately at this time. All exist.
The setting sun hangs in the western sky, which is a very beautiful time, but soon it will fall into darkness. Thinking of this, thinking of the fate that the old boatman has calculated for himself, he will die just like this sunset. .
The sun sets into the western sky and may climb out of the east mountain again, but once I die, I will never come back to life.
Just as I was thinking about this, the red sun gradually sank into the western sky along with the bleak wind. The black bandit drank a glass of light wine alone, imagining the words of the old boatman. For some reason, tears were already falling everywhere. That’s it.
"It seems that not long after," the black bandit thought, "I am really going to die."
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