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After mooring the boat on the shore, Long Wabo went ashore and walked alone along the small dirt road.

He didn't want to live anymore.

Knowing that Xiang and Yongzi had that kind of thing, he didn't want to live anymore, and wanted to live his life in the Ghost Valley.

Long Wabo held a knife in his hand, thinking to himself, he couldn't die so in vain, otherwise, wouldn't he be too sorry for himself. It was a sharp firewood knife, and when you go up the mountain to chop firewood, no matter how thick the firewood is, it will be broken.

As Long Wabo walked, he suddenly found that he was followed by a person, walking not far away, as if he had come to him, but he was far away.

When he was tired, he stopped leaving, sat under a tree by the roadside, took out a cigarette, and smoked it. At this time, the man was not far away, and sat down on a stone, sighing incessantly, as if he had something on his mind.

"Friend, why don't you sit here and smoke a cigarette together?" Long Wabo said to the man.

"No,......," the man replied faintly.

The man's words made Long Wabo feel quite kind, for he seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while. So, I didn't want to. He sat under the tree, smoking a cigarette to the cries of the owls, and emboldened himself, or he would have gone mad.

After sitting for a while, he got up, and walked aimlessly along the little dirt road.

Suddenly, Long Wabo found that the man had appeared in front of him for some reason, with his back to him, walking unhurriedly, not knowing where to go.

Long Wabo looked at the back of the man and felt very kind, but for some reason, he didn't know the man.

"Ghosts?" Long Wabo couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, but he still walked as if he didn't know anything. In the faint darkness of the night, Long Wabo looked at the man in front of him, and felt that his back was quite cold, which made him shiver there incessantly.

At this time, the man turned around, laughed coldly, and the sound kept echoing in the valley, so that an owl perched on the old tree flapped its wings and flew away, and died somewhere.

The man walked in front, one high and one low, which reminded Long Wabo of his father. My father had a bad foot and was injured in an accident, leaving him with a disability that made it difficult for him to walk. The man walked like his own father. However, his father had been dead for many years, and it was impossible to enter this place, and he walked alone in the night without a purpose.

Thinking of his father, Long Wabo couldn't help but shed tears, and really wanted to follow his father out of this world and live comfortably in a place without pain.

Now that his father is gone, he is left alone in this world, facing ups and downs, struggling with all kinds of calculations, and gradually, he feels tired. He didn't want to live like this, but he didn't know how to live. There was nothing he could do, so he wanted to follow his father and leave this world.

At this time, the rain fell.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating everything so clearly that the Ghost Valley was no longer so terrifying. In this lightning, Long Wabo saw the back of the man in front of him, and saw it very clearly. For some reason, the man was so similar to his father that he couldn't help but wonder about himself. Could it be that his father is still alive here? Look at the clothes that the man was wearing, wasn't it the same one that his father wore when he was alive? Long Wabo remembered that the clothes he bought at the bazaar, for his father's clothes, for which he had a fight? At that time, Long Wabo bought the cloth, put it on his body, and walked on the street, trying to go to the tailor's shop to make a decent dress for his father, who had just died. At this time, a man came over, saw the piece of cloth, thought about it, and grabbed it. In the scramble, the cloth was torn, leaving a long gap, which was quite ugly, but it was impossible to change it. Long Wabo has no money on him.

So, I had to put on this ragged clothes for my father, and I was helpless, sorry for my father.

Now, the man who walked in front of him wore such a garment, and besides, there was a long git in that garment.

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