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In July, a poet friend who knew that my supernatural series was coming to an end called me specifically and asked me mysteriously: Do I want to see ghosts?
"Brother, speak human words." I replied, a poet is a very romantic profession, but unfortunately speaking is like poetry, and only half of it is.
"Are you thinking about ghosts?" Fang Hua asked me.
"Do you have any material again?" It's a pity that it was on the phone, otherwise I almost rolled my eyes at him.
Of course, I often travel with him to various places, so I know what he wants to say.
Poets are the most demanding profession. A singer once said: Life is not just about the present, but also about poetry and the distance.
So he also loves distant places, so we have good similarities.
It's just that he is a strange poet. He doesn't like to go where others like to go. Instead, he often goes to some inexplicable places to collect stories and finds some topics that even interest me. For example, the previous conversation probably has a destination. This is where you come to make an appointment with me.
"Yes, a friend lived in the place where he lived when he was a child. He said that the scenery was very good, but the mountain roads were blocked and it was a bit evil. I want to go there to collect the scenery. You should also like it, right?" Fang Hua said.
"Okay, the old rules are, you will be the driver, your friend will be the tour guide, and I will be responsible for watching the road." I happily finalized the rules. The supernatural writer takes an unusual path and needs to take precautions. It is normal for me to watch the road, but I don't know many things.
The next morning, Fang Hua drove his van to pick me up. He was in his forties, had a casual appearance, and had a heavy body. He opened a ceramic tile shop, and his life was not bad, after all. Car owners are not like ordinary modern poets, whose feelings can be used as royalties.
The car drove all the way north from the county in Guangnan to Guinan, a distance of about five or six hundred miles. I heard that the village was in the mountainous area at the border of the two provinces. Although it was sparsely populated, it was much less densely populated than a normal county town.
We set off at seven or eight o'clock, and arrived at a village before our destination around five o'clock in the evening. After we stopped, the tour guide waiting at the entrance of the village came.
"So late? It's a bit dangerous to get in." The tour guide is also a man, in his fifties. He is a poetry friend of Fang Hua. He looks a little dark and thin and can't tell much, but he doesn't speak too much. It has a very rustic flavor. I heard that I have lived outside for a long time, and I don’t really live in the place where I was born.
The village we are in now is not the destination yet. There are several villages further inside, and that is where we want to go.
"I'm not familiar with the road, so I'm slow. It's already evening, not too late." Fang Hua smiled and started to introduce the tour guide.
I called the tour guide Brother Liu, but I saw that although he smiled, there was still a hidden worry on his face, and the traces of time between his eyebrows showed that he had a deep and melancholy character.
"I thought it was this village. The scenery is very good. I have to write some poems." Fang Hua has a cheerful temperament. Looking at the surrounding environment of the village, with green mountains and green waters, he feels that it is a good place to write poems. .
"Brother, watch the road carefully, I don't want to die in poetry." I laughed and scolded, and the tour guide Liu Ge said: "The scenery here is not very good, it is better to enter the inner village. The road was blocked in the past two years, and we only got there halfway. It’s possible to walk in, half of the bad road was repaired this year, and although the second half is muddy, the weather is hot now, so a van can go in, but a car can’t.”
Driving on a real mountain road, the van with the windows open also felt the coolness outside. This is still relatively rare in summer, but in the mountains where Guangxi and Guizhou provinces meet, it is normal for the temperature to be low.
About two hours later, it was getting dark. There was no cement road anymore, only dirt roads, so the van bumped a little hard, and sometimes it would scratch the ground. Fang Hua would be scratched every time. , he also scoffed.
"Teacher Fang, you have been driving for more than ten hours. This road is not easy to walk, so let me drive." Brother Liu suggested, but I saw that he was not looking at the road, but at the messy bushes and bushes on the left and right. Mountain.
"Okay." If Fang Hua was released, he stopped the car and replaced him with Brother Liu. I sat in the passenger seat and looked at the deep mountains and shrubs. It was impossible not to be afraid.
The wind in the mountains is a bit cool, and when it blows, you can hear some whirring noises. There is no such feeling in the county.
After Brother Liu drove for a while, I didn’t know if it was an illusion. The further I went, the more eerie the place ahead was. When I reached a corner, I already felt a little uncomfortable, so I said, "Brother Liu, parking."
"Ah?" Brother Liu slowed down, a little surprised.
Fang Hua sat in Brother Liu's seat just now and said with a smile: "He must have been inspired. As a supernatural writer, I think this place is spooky, let alone him."
"Oh, but what are you going to do when you park your car?" Brother Liu was still confused, so I said, "There's something special here, and I can't say what's special about it, so I'll take some photos and take a look at it when I go back."
Hearing what I said, Brother Liu swallowed his saliva, and Fang Hua stopped talking. He looked outside and saw only the hazy mountain shadows, and the bushes on both sides that didn't know what to say.
I didn't dare to get out of the car, and I didn't even open the window. This is common sense, because if there is dirt, it will let the dirt escape.
Holding my phone close to the windshield in front, I took a photo of the corner ahead.
Because it is a corner, when the car lights shine on it, it looks like a dead end. There are weeds in front of it and on both sides. The sense of unknown is very strong, so this may be the reason why I want to take pictures.
"Okay." I said. I looked at the pictures on my phone. There was nothing there. I was relieved. This is actually a theme in a supernatural movie. I will take it back and read it. It will be very interesting when I write the scene.
Brother Liu breathed a sigh of relief, and the car continued to start slowly. After the car started, he also made a squeak, and asked me cautiously: "Why did you choose to take pictures there? There is always something evil there. Do you know something about this kind of desolate writing that you usually write;;"
"I have psychic powers." I joked with a smile, but Brother Liu was stunned, causing everyone in the car to fall into silence. After a while, Brother Liu said with a frightened look: "Just now you took the photo When I was a child, a poor man was dragged here and burned to death, so when it rained, no one liked this road very much. I heard it a few times when I went to school in the morning and evening. This is the first time children have seen something unclean here.”
"Oh my god, Old Liu, if you don't talk about people during the day and ghosts at night, you'd better stop talking." Fang Hua patted Brother Liu's arm, feeling a little depressed.
But at this moment, there was a thud and the car bumped, and then the fierce barking of dogs suddenly sounded from under the car. In an instant, the hairs on my body were all cold!
Not only me, but Brother Liu also kicked the accelerator and almost kicked the car to the bottom of the hill.
"Stop!" I shouted again quickly, and Fang Hua almost said in unison with me: "It's broken, it hit a dog."
"I didn't even notice it when it jumped out!" Brother Liu braked the wheel tightly, and the car stopped in the cold darkness. The miserable whimpering of the dog made the scenery particularly scary.
"Go down and take a look." I took a deep breath. After all, this is a living animal. If the dog just breaks its leg, it can be saved.
Brother Liu and Fang Hua were a little hesitant after thinking about it. I said, "Three grown men, what are you afraid of?"
It made me bloody, Fang Hua nodded and opened the door, and the three of them got out of the car together. But behind the van, the dog's screams became fainter. When we shined a flashlight on it, it seemed to have expired. .
"It's a black dog." My face changed slightly, and Brother Liu's face turned green. Only Fang Hua asked: "What can you say?"
"It's unlucky, just bury it." I said. The black dog is a spirit that wards off evil spirits. In order not to frighten them at this late night, I didn't tell them what would happen if it died.
Brother Liu nodded, but Fang Hua hesitated: "There are no tools in the car."
"Just take it to a bush pit on the side of the road and cover it with branches and leaves. There are sky burials in Tibet, so we can just follow the custom." I suggested. Everyone thought this was a good idea, so we just divided it into three and five. Buried this small black dog on the roadside.
In the gloomy night, the three of us couldn't help but shiver while doing this kind of thing. I thought about it, handed Brother Liu and Fang Hua each a cigarette, and then lit it.
Both of them felt invigorated after taking a puff, but I didn't smoke. I inserted the lit cigarette into the black dog's grave and said, "Let's go."
Lighting a cigarette and burning incense are actually the same thing. Anything filled with smoke can comfort the souls of the dead. This black dog died in vain, so it is appropriate to light a cigarette to comfort him.
Fang Hua saw that I didn't smoke and offered it to the black dog. He muttered, "Is this also useful?" But he still followed the example. Brother Liu did not dare to neglect, so he stuck three incense sticks side by side on the roadside.
But just as we were getting on the bus, the air suddenly condensed, and misty rain fell on us.
"Is it raining?" Brother Hua didn't look very good. He bumped into the black dog and felt uncomfortable. In addition, it suddenly started drizzling, which made his movements much stiffer.
Fortunately, the car's lights are very bright now, and no one can see anywhere except the front. Otherwise, it would be terrible to walk on this small road in the middle of the night.
"Will the cigarettes go out if it rains?" Fang Hua held the flashlight and was about to turn it off, when suddenly he muttered to himself and wanted to shine the flashlight on the black dog's grave behind the car.
"No!" I was sitting in the passenger seat and stopped quickly in fear, but it was obviously too late. The light of the flashlight shone through the drizzle and shined on the grave mound! Including my gaze, it was also directed to the place where the light source converged!
The cigarettes were still lingering, and there was no sign of being wiped out by the rain. I don't know if it was the rain or something else. But at this time, in the drizzle, there was still a place where the fireworks were not wet by the rain, a wisp of smoke. The white shadow is standing there like this;;
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