Born in such a geographical environment, returning home is like a long march for me.

At half past eleven in the evening, I was walking alone on the path home with a flashlight. After an hour and a half of trekking, I finally finished the road and embarked on a shortcut home, although it is deep in the mountains and old forests, the road is also rugged and very difficult to walk, but after so many years, it is nothing for me.

Maybe some people don't believe it and say why don't you take a taxi or something. Let me tell you this: If our school takes a taxi to my house, we have to change the bus three times, the first time is the van from the county to the town, five yuan per person. Then there is the motorcycle from the town to the village, or five pieces of one person.

The third time is the 11th road from the village to our villager group, no money.

As for me, I was lucky enough to get in the bus from the county to the town. Then the next thing was amazing, five yuan was directly saved, and the cross-level sat on the 11th road.

Because at such a late hour, it is impossible to have motorcycles, and there are only one or two motorcycles in our village. If you still come out of the sports car at this time, you are sick.

If you take a shortcut from Murakami to my house, you have to cross two mountains, and the main road is not unruly, compared to the road I walked at this time, which was only about 20 centimeters wide and I couldn't even see my knees when I stepped on it, and I had to walk with two feet alternately. The road from Murakami to my house, which requires three ditches and is full of sharp bends and steep slopes, can only fit a small tractor, is a big road.

It's just that it takes twice as much distance to walk that way, so as a person who doesn't have any problems with my brain, I always walk decisively to the road under my feet at this time.

After walking for about half an hour, I finally reached the top of the last mountain, where my house was built, and if it was daytime, I could see my house.

The top of the mountain is covered with pine trees, and when the wind blows, the sound of pine trees is heard. How so? There was a long whining sound, like a ghost crying wolf.

His uncle, if you want to say that this person is urine. At this time, I unconsciously came up with the little girl's skin in the grove behind the teaching building. Then the hairs all over my body stood on end.

There are a few other graves in the woods, and although I hate to think about them, they just linger in my mind.

Although I also know that the owners of those wild graves do not know how many years have passed, even if I rush over and dig them all up now, they will not be able to crawl out of the graves and do anything to me.

But I just felt hairy all over my body, so my steps were deeper and shallower.

Speaking of which, I myself looked down on myself a little, and before this, I would never have felt this way when I walked on this road. It can even be said that compared with now, I was completely dragged like a twenty-five or eighty-thousand.

Not to mention like now, it's simply an uncle, completely one: I opened this mountain, I planted this tree, the living can live, and the dead must shed their skin to live.

Of course, these are all mental activities that I can only have now, and I didn't have the time to think about it so much, and the only thought in my heart at that time was to get home quickly, get home quickly.

But as I said before: time is a fucking thing, and when you're in pain, it's always looking back at you and laughing at you. Somehow, no matter how I walked, it seemed like there was no end to the road.

I suddenly felt that something was wrong, and swept around with a flashlight, which didn't matter, and suddenly scared me a lot.

I saw that the scene around me has not changed in the slightest, your uncle, dare I keep spinning in place?

I couldn't believe it, so I walked briskly forward, looking around.

I saw me take a step, and the surrounding scene followed me as if I took a step. At this time, I was finally in no mood to think about any little girl's skin, and I was not in the mood to think about any wild graves in the woods.

That's right, I'm so damn it, this famous ghost hitting the wall is right in front of me, if I don't even have this knowledge, I guess my grandfather won't want to save me when he sees it, and it would be good if he didn't throw me into a dung pit and drown.

I forced myself to calm down, and tried to recover the momentum I had before, but I was not afraid of ghosts.

At the same time, I also comforted myself in my heart, how can there be so many ruthless characters like little girls in the world, and this forest is so close to my home, if there is really something powerful, my grandfather can sit idly by?

Thinking of this, my confidence suddenly became a lot fuller.

Ghosts hit the wall, it is difficult to break, it is difficult to break, it is not difficult to break, it is not difficult to break, it is mainly about people. And for me, it belongs to the type that is not difficult to break, a bubble of boy urine, it doesn't matter what wall you have, as long as it is not a city wall.

So I unbuckled my belt and prepared to commit the murder, but halfway through it I tied it back again. Who am I? Is this kind of goods worth my gun? Obviously not worth it.

And even if the ghost breaks the wall, then how can I calculate the mental loss fee, my little heart is still fluttering and jumping.

So with this kind of mentality that you must know how many eyes Ma Wang Ye has, my old god took out the eye-opening talisman while he was there.

The law of heaven is clear, the law of the earth is spiritual, the yin and yang are refined, the water spirit is manifested, the spiritual light is taken by the water, the heaven reaches the earth, the law is pursued, the yin and yang law mirror, the true form is quick, the true form is quickly appeared, and I am in the edict of the ancestors of the three Qingdao Daoists.

"Oops, oh maa"

As soon as the eyes of heaven opened, I saw a face with a Chinese character enough to be printed on a size 45 leather shoes, glowing with a sickly white color, only a few millimeters from my nose.

This scared me so much that I sat down, and at the same time, my body was unstable, and I rolled down the curb. Fortunately, there are terraces below, which are not too high, and they look like more than a meter, but I still fell unprepared.

I was completely furious, looking at the ghost aura on his body, it was obviously a little ghost. But this short-sighted thing dares to scare me. I took out the big killing weapon Five Thunder Fu and was about to send him to see Lord Yama, no, what Lord Yama did he see when his soul flew away?

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who he goes to see, I don't want to see him again anyway.

Out of venting the fright I had just received, I took the talisman and did not recite the incantation, but roared angrily: "I'll go to your uncle's"

After shouting, I was about to recite the incantation, but this little ghost seemed to have a little knowledge, and when he saw my movements, he rushed towards me, and at the same time his hands kept swinging, and his mouth was muttering and he didn't know what to say.

Hehe, now I know I'm scared, it's too late.

Lei Zu Holy Emperor, Tiancao in the distance.

In charge of the god general, Deng Xin Zhang Tao.

It can warn all evils and not forgive demons.

The thunder shook and the catastrophe was wiped out.

You give me death.

The moment I finished the incantation, the imp pounced on me, and I finally heard what he was muttering.

I saw him standing in front of me, waving his hands in fear. At the same time, he stammered: "Don't, don't, Xiaoli, Xiaoli, I'm you, your uncle."

"Your uncle......" I snorted lightly, what the hell, and dare to scold .......

, it's really my uncle's .......

Now I can see his appearance clearly, it's really my uncle, how did he become this virtuous? No, why did he die?

It's over, I'm going to blow my uncle's soul away. I also panicked, what can I do now, it's all my fault, if I don't see it clearly, I will do it, I just said why don't those soldiers in the pit Japanese drama shoot directly when they see suspicious people, but point a gun at each other, and don't move? At that time, when I watched this kind of plot, I also slandered someone else's SB, and when I saw someone who didn't shoot and ink, I was killed as a result.

Now I understand, what about SB being me?

I closed my eyes, not daring to look at what happened to my uncle, not even to think about it.

My heart was blank, only infinite remorse, I personally beat my uncle's soul away, if my grandfather knew, I would not be beaten to death by him.

It's just that after a while, the imaginary thunder didn't move, and the surroundings were quiet, only the pine forest was still whining and howling ghosts and wolves.

I opened my eyes in confusion and saw my uncle standing in front of me unharmed, smirking at me.

I can't believe it, and I'm a little puzzled, is this five thunder talisman in my hand a waste paper? It's impossible, I don't even know if the rune paper works or not, and I still play a ball?

I suddenly remembered, and when I recited the incantation, the last sentence didn't seem to come out, so I came directly: Give me death. No wonder.

···

So, fate is a very interesting thing, and when you think you're okay, it often gives you a slap in the head. And when you feel that you are going to die, it often gives you a glimmer of life. The results of countless exams have already confirmed my suspicions.

I looked at the uncle in front of me, and he was also looking at me. Although his current state makes any normal person feel numb in the scalp. But I didn't feel the slightest feeling, not because I knew a little bit about the Three Clear Charms.

It's more because of an indelible sense of intimacy in my bones, and I know that he will never hurt me.

I looked at him carefully, and at the same time I had some doubts in my heart, he was obviously only in his fifties and sixties, and as far as I know, his body has always been very good, how could he...

As if seeing the doubts in my heart, my uncle suddenly smiled, although he still looked a little silly, but he asked me with a relieved face: "Xiaoli, are you very puzzled why I died at such a young age without illness and disaster?" ”

I was shocked, how could it be?

In my impression, my uncle's spirit has always been very unsober, and it can even be said that his IQ is completely lower than that of a normal person, and in layman's terms, he is a fool. But...

I looked at him more closely, more carefully than before. And he is still the standard smile that looks a little innocent, but the eyes are extraordinarily clear. I clearly feel that my uncle has become different.

As if sensing a series of questions in my heart, my uncle said softly, "I... Let's go talk about it."

Although the problem of slurred speech has not changed, I still looked at the position of his finger, and I smiled bitterly again at this look, in the direction of his finger, there is a small flat land, and in the middle of the field, there is a bamboo pole four or five meters high, and on the bamboo pole hangs a three- or four-meter-long spirit flag, in our place, it is called Wangqian.

Although I don't know why it's called Wangqian, I know that our custom there is like this, dead people, this thing is necessary.

And the reason for my wry smile is that, generally speaking, in the first seven days after death, the soul is in a state of confusion, but the money is still there, which means that my uncle's death time has never exceeded seven days, but he is extremely sober, even more sober than when he was alive.

Each of these doubts is more shocking than the other, and I have no other way than to wait for my uncle to answer them for me one by one. And the feeling that my uncle gives me now also seems a little unfathomable.