The weather in March is still bitterly cold, and although there are already fingernail-sized shoots on the branches outside the window, the air still feels cold, especially in the coastal areas of the south, where the wet and cold weather is even more chilling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe south is blowing a wet wind, although the temperature is not very low, but it has a strong permeability, plus a cold drizzle, there is no joy of spring at all, but everywhere is a biting clammy and cold.

As usual, early in the morning, I heard Uncle Wang's loud shout: "There is broken copper and rotten iron to be sold!" ......" his voice was subdued, and every morning, he got up very early to sell, without exception, leaving early and returning late. In the morning, he pushes a wheelbarrow, always carries a sack on his back, and starts his day's work. His face is wrinkled, black, and he always greets people happily when he meets people in the village, and sometimes he stops the car when he meets Grandpa Hu, chatting for a while, or when he sees someone with a hookah, he also stops to ask for a good time.

Every time I heard Uncle Wang's cry, I could only reluctantly endure the biting cold and crawl out of the bed. Because I know this time, I have to go to the village entrance patio to fetch water. He sighed and was about to get out of bed and get dressed. Unexpectedly, Grandpa Hu's voice came from outside the house, as if he was in a hurry to ask me for help.

I quickly got dressed, jumped out of bed, and walked out of the house. When he arrived at the door, he was tightly held by Grandpa Hu's dry pole-like hands, and waved his hand to grandma with the other hand, nodded, and told grandma not to worry. I looked puzzled, and before I could ask anything, I was dragged away by Grandpa Hu.

When he arrived at Grandpa Hu's house, he was a little excited, swallowed his saliva, took a breath and asked me, "Xiaoqing, are you still afraid of ghosts?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and nodded instinctively, "I've experienced a lot of things before, but I'm not very afraid." ”

Grandpa Hu smiled, "Then if Xiao Qing goes down to the Netherworld to find a soul, will Xiao Qing overcome the difficulties?" ”

I thought for a moment, "Whose soul are you looking for, do I know it?" ”

Grandpa Hu just wanted to explain to me, but Xiaozhong's mother hurriedly ran in, panting, "Master Hu, have you found someone?" After saying that, he faced up to my existence.

"The person you're talking about can't be Xiao Zhong, right?" I was also startled, looking at Grandpa Hu with wide eyes, but pointing my finger at Xiaozhong's mother and asking.

Xiaozhong's mother was a little anxious, looking at Grandpa Hu as if she didn't understand, a little worried, "Will it be dangerous?" Xiaoqing is still a seven-year-old child. ”

Grandpa Hu looked at Xiaozhong's mother, "Ordinary people can't go to the underworld, Xiaoqing has a system of passing through yin, and it must be a boy and a girl, no distractions, children are the purest in the world whether they are eyes or hearts, so they are not easy to be disturbed by other souls, and Xiaoqing's eight-character yin, in this village, only Xiaoqing is suitable." ”

After Xiaozhong's mother heard this, her eyes looked at me, and I suddenly felt a lot of pressure, I was not afraid, but at this moment I really wanted to retreat. I looked at Grandpa Hu and really struggled in my heart, "Then if I don't go, will Xiaozhong die?" Grandpa Hu nodded, Xiaozhong's mother was even more sad, tears flowed out of her eyes, her heart seemed to be broken, and tears fell to the ground like pearls.

I looked at Grandpa Hu, he looked at me with an anxious face, and there was still some disappointment in his eyes, I suddenly realized that in fact, I was more afraid of losing someone who cared about me, so I made up my mind and took a deep breath, "I'll go, I'm not afraid of Grandpa Hu, it's okay." ”

Xiao Zhong's mother stopped her tears, a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes, and she looked at me, "Really? Xiaoqing, Auntie, thank you, thank you! ”

I nodded, and suddenly a tragic sense of sadness hit me.

I followed Grandpa Hu into the inner room and lay down on the bed and slept well. Xiaozhong's mother sat at the head of the bed and looked at me. After Grandpa Hu pinched his fingers, he lit incense, let me hold a square red rune paper, and instructed me to swallow this rune paper immediately if I encountered any danger, and my soul could return to its place immediately. I nodded, feeling a little heavy. In the end, Grandpa Hu said in a deep voice, "Xiaoqing, don't look back on Huangquan Road, and don't take over with tea from Meng Po." After going to the ghost market, remember to remember the name of Quan Zhong (Xiao Zhong's full name), remember not to have other thoughts, after finding Xiao Zhong's soul, tie the red rope to his wrist, and you can come back by swallowing the rune paper. With that, he tied a long red rope around my wrist, and one more on top of it, and then asked me to hold the extended red rope tightly.

Grandpa Hu began to close his eyes, reading some words that I didn't understand, he took out a piece of yellow rune paper, wrote down my birthday, which should have been told to him by my grandmother, and then set incense on the fire, and then picked up a few pieces of the kind of paper that burned for the dead, and also lit it on the incense, and then threw it in the air, and said loudly, "The virgin Liu Xuanqing will go to the underworld to do business, please don't be embarrassed, take some money to open the way for her!" The smoke from the burning of the paper continued to diffuse in front of my eyes, the surrounding scenery began to blur, everything seemed to be in a trance, the darkness seemed to swallow the warmth around me, and the bottom of my heart became more and more cold, and gradually I lost the consciousness of my senses. It's just that the choking smell of burning paper is the only thing I can discern in my consciousness. For a moment I could feel myself fluttering out of my body, I was a little frightened, floating in the air, watching Xiao Zhong's mother staring at my body with a worried face, the light from the candles on the stage, the flames flickering brightly and dimly, and the lit incense, faintly appearing, and the smoke rising in a curling curl.

Grandpa Hu looked at the direction of my freeze, his eyes looked at me, I was shocked, and instantly felt a lot of relief, fortunately Grandpa Hu could see me, at the same time, Grandpa Hu grabbed a dozen pieces of paper and threw it at me, shouting at me: "Go quickly, go back quickly!" You only have time for a stick of incense! ”

Before I could tell what had happened, I found myself standing in the gloomy wind, surrounded by layers of mist, and the dark and dreary streets were silent, and the dim gloom of the decaying rows of old houses meandered over the sky and the earth. The windows of the black hole, like a pair of wide-open eyes, looked at me in amazement. In front of me is a solemn and gloomy and mysterious temperament, the blue and black stone bricks are built of a high-ceilinged, magnificent gate, the surrounding death-like silence, I set my mind, look up, the city gate is engraved with the word "ghost gate" three words, eye-catching appeared in front of my eyes, shocking a few red words are simple and majestic, mysterious and unpredictable.