My cousin led the way, and Deng Wanwan and I followed closely behind. The mountain village at night was almost pitch dark, and we couldn't even see our fingers, but our eyes were completely dark. Fortunately, his cousin was there, so we both spent a lot of money. Fanli crossed the ravine to the other half of the mountain village.
Although they are in the same mountain village, Deng Wanwan's house and his uncle's house are separated by a ravine that is neither deep nor shallow. Because of this ravine, the mountain village is divided into two halves, the east and west. The straight-line distance is only seven or eight hundred meters. But because of the ravine, It took us thirty-five minutes to walk to the opposite side. When we arrived at my uncle's house, it was already past twelve o'clock in the evening.
After entering the hall door, I saw a critically ill middle-aged woman with sunken eyes, a bloodless face, and only a few hairs left, lying on the bed. Her breath was weak, and a white mist could be vaguely seen on her frail body. The human form is slowly floating out, but it only rises out of the body a little bit and then returns to the body, floats up and sinks again, and so on.
I know that my aunt's final day is today, and her soul no longer wants to stay in her lifeless body.
"Uncle, how is auntie?" Deng Wanwan asked anxiously. After all, this dying woman had saved her life.
Deng Wanwan's uncle is an honest, middle-aged man with a crew cut and black hair. His skin is tanned by long exposure to the scorching sun. He looks like he is in his early forties. Although his body is not at its peak, the tight white vest still cannot cover his body. His muscular body, especially the biceps on both arms, pressed against my thighs.
"Hey, it only happened in the past two days!" After saying that, the uncle wiped away his tears with his rough hands, then put his hand on his aunt's forehead and stroked it gently.
Deng Wanwan also shed tears of regret. She really couldn't bear to leave her aunt. She kept squatting in front of the bed and watched silently. But seeing her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, you knew that she was also exhausted and really couldn't stand it anymore.
"Xiao Wan'er, you should take a nap first, I'll stay with her!" After her uncle finished speaking, Deng Wanwan grunted and stood up.
My uncle's family is very poor. To describe it as bare walls is not enough, because the house is in dilapidated condition. Brick dust keeps falling off the brick building, and it falls into the eyes from time to time, which makes people very uncomfortable.
After all, it was past the third watch, and I was very sleepy, especially since I had a bumpy journey here and was really tired from traveling. But in this main room, apart from the wooden bed where my aunt was lying, there was only a shabby bamboo lounge chair against the wall. Even though I No matter how sleepy I am, I can't lie down on it, because Deng Wanwan is my heart and I have to hold her close first.
So, I found a wooden pier as a bench and sat next to Deng Wanwan, stroking her to sleep. Within a minute, Deng Wanwan fell asleep with a light snore.
I then moved the wooden block near the door of the house, and stared at my dying aunt with as wide an eye as I could, waiting for her soul to leave the body, and by the way, I observed whether it was a mask that was causing trouble in my dream! And my subconscious mind always felt that I couldn't achieve what I wanted, and my double eyelids started to fight!
After holding on for an hour, I couldn't hold it any longer. My double eyelids felt like lead had been poured into them. It was difficult to hold them up with my hands, and they kept falling. I closed my eyes in a daze, and I didn't know. Do I fall asleep or take a nap to relax temporarily?
"You're finally here, I've been waiting for you."
I heard someone whispering to me in my sleep, and I woke up suddenly, but when I saw nothing was going on, my uncle was still guarding my aunt's bed like crazy, but he was also sleeping, sleeping very deeply, and Deng Wanwan was still there. He fell asleep on the recliner. As for his cousin, he was nowhere to be found.
Just when I wanted to fall asleep again, I suddenly felt a spirit next to me, but it was not a malicious spirit, it was as familiar as Zhegu...
I quickly stood up and opened my eyes wide. When I saw it, the pale white mist figure was exactly the white mist body in my dream. If nothing else, it was Zhiku.
It's just that its face has no facial features, so no wonder it doesn't speak.
It slowly floated to my side and pointed at my bag, as if wanting to use something in my bag.
"My bag, do you want me to open it?" I asked the pale spirit body.
It couldn't speak and just nodded. I already understood its meaning.
I opened the bag, poured out all the contents, lined them up in a row, and started pointing them out.
When I touched the first yellow package with my finger, it instinctively stepped back. Although it had no face and couldn't see its expression, its spirit was very honest, moving, and was afraid of my props and magic weapons.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you are not a mortal, please wait a moment." He quickly stuffed the yellow package into the bag and pointed out the remaining items to it one by one.
"kettle?"
The spirit shook his head.
"knife?"
The spirit shook his head again.
"So, compass?" I pointed my finger at the compass necessary for travel.
"That's not the case, right?" I couldn't figure it out for a moment, and suddenly I had an idea.
"So, is it this?" This time, I pointed to the carbon pen.
The spirit body without facial features nodded, and I instantly understood what it meant. I wanted to write something with a pen, so I took out my notepad and pointed at it. It nodded again. There is no doubt about it.
The notepad and pen were placed flat in front of it, and he said: "The pen and paper are here. If you want to write anything, do it yourself!"
The spirit body without facial features was floating in the air, half leaning on its side, the notepad was opened, the carbon pen was vertically placed on it, and it was writing non-stop...
I scratched my head in embarrassment and was very curious about what he wrote. If it hadn't been for a strong obsession, it wouldn't have died. Instead of leaving the world, it would have stayed in the world. Since it required paper and pen to write, it was too late to say anything. Words or unfulfilled wishes, I hope they can be written down with pen and paper and then asked to be fulfilled.
Come to think of it, it has good intentions, otherwise it would never have entered my dream and repeatedly revealed some important information to me.
After a while, it was finished and the pen fell down because there was no soul.
I picked up the notebook and read it, and my eyes swept across the crooked words one after another.
"Huansheng, thank you! You have always taken good care of me when I was seriously ill. My husband died early, so I have been a widow for him for thirteen years. And you, too, have been stubborn, so you have been waiting for me for thirteen years. Years ago, a twenty-six-year-old young man became an old bachelor in his late forties! It’s not that I don’t want to promise you. Unfortunately, my late husband is your brother-in-law’s younger brother... You can’t have this kind of nondescript fate. I’m sorry for you. , after I die, you can find a girl to live with! If there is an afterlife, I think I will choose again! Huansheng, I wish you happiness!"
The dense words filled the page, but judging from the meaning of the spirit, the Huansheng in the letter should be the uncle who has been protecting and caring for the aunt. The uncle is so infatuated, but the aunt abides by women's ways and is afraid of other people's gossip and worldly eyes. Accepting such a good man... I can't help but wonder, in this era, is the penetrating chastity of widowhood really still important?
Turned the page and there was a new letter.
"Xiao Wan'er, my aunt and your uncle have no children, so they can only treat you as their own. When you were eight years old, you went to Fanzhen with your friends, and encountered a ghost hitting the wall, which made you lose your way. How could you not I can't get out. Fortunately, aunt, I found someone to call your soul, so I called you back. Now that you have grown into a big girl, I am very happy. You have your own destination. Live a good life. Aunt is blessing you below. .”
It turns out that the person who called Deng Wanwan out of Fanzhen was found by her aunt. This cover-up was really intentional. From this letter written by a ghost, I realized its deep love and care for Deng Wanwan. I'm so happy I envy Wanwan and have the care of my relatives, but I have been following the master since I can remember. The only people who play with me are a few senior brothers. I have no family and no relatives. This is my regret and lack.
Another page was turned, and there was another letter.
"Young man, I don't know you, but I thank you. You have finally arrived where you should be. For the sake of Xiao Wan'er, you have worked hard to go to Xiafan Town, resolve the resentment of the three resentful souls, and save Xiao Wan'er. Come on! I know you can do it...I won’t thank you enough for your kindness!”
This last letter is to me, so brief!
I glanced at the spirit body without facial features again, as if it had facial features on its blank face and was looking forward to me.
Since it is Deng Wanwan's karma, I have to shoulder it, so I said: "Go with peace of mind, I will do my best to fulfill your wish!"
The spirit was very grateful. It floated in the air, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to me out of thin air. Suddenly, its face had facial features, and after a knowing smile, it turned into a ball of smoke and flew away.
I looked at Deng Wanwan and his uncle again, who were still sleeping soundly. I tore out the two pages of letters from the notebook and placed them in front of them.
I tore off another blank page and wrote, 'Wan'er, I'm going to resolve your karma. Rest peacefully until I come back. Don't leave until I come back. It's my uncle's home, remember that! '
The time has come, so I collected all the objects scattered on the ground into my bag, carried them out of the door and walked outside, thinking of finding a local to find out where Fan Town was and to meet the three undead for a while.
Some people died, but not completely...
