Lao Ma sat on the ground with his butt and covered his face: "How can my master have a home, he has done a lifetime of happy events, and he doesn't even have a wife!" ”

I didn't feel it in my heart: "What about you?" ”

"I'm just an orphan picking up rags, if I hadn't met Master, I wouldn't have known where I would have died, he couldn't see, he couldn't walk on his legs, he made a little money by making some ghostly things......"

The old horse's voice was vague and choked, I saw that there was water overflowing from his fingers, and his heart was even more mixed, how to say that the eyes and legs of the old man Chen were owed to him by our Zhao family, and now that he is dead, if I don't care about anything, then it is really not a thing.

I pinched the card in my pocket, turned around and ran to the village chief's house, I was confused about this kind of thing, and I could only do it with the village chief.

……

A week later, the old man Chen was lying in a freshly beaten coffin, the grave was clean, and the tombstone was also a good stone, I felt a clear conscience, but I still felt sorry when I saw the old horse crying in front of the grave.

Old man Chen is not from the village, no villager came to mourn, looking at the lonely back of the old horse, I actually shed tears, how similar our situation is.

I wanted to place Old Man Chen in the ancestral grave, but Lao Ma refused, he said that the ancestral grave can not be buried casually outsiders, I want to say that Old Man Chen is not an outsider, and in the end he didn't say it, so Old Man Chen was buried on the hill next to him.

The location is found by Lao Ma, he said that this is a good place, and I don't know the set of feng shui, since he said good, it is good.

The old horse didn't know how long he cried, his voice was hoarse, and I watched him drink the bottle of wine and sacrifice a cup, and my heart hurt like a pinprick.

"Osawa, where are you going in the future?"

The two of us walked on the way down the mountain, but we didn't expect that it was the old horse who opened up first.

"Taixing."

I have already set a goal in my heart, if I don't go, I'm sorry for Old Man Chen, and secondly, I'm sorry for my ancestors who died due to blood curses, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of me, I have to break through.

"I'll be with you."

I stopped and looked at the old horse in amazement, and he said it lightly, as if he were asking what to eat at noon.

"Don't look at me like that, it's not because of you, this is also Master's regret, I want to help him finish it, I got it, I went to one side of the road to the sky, I couldn't get it, we both have a companion when we are ghosts."

I was speechless for a while, and suddenly remembered that I didn't know Lao Ma's full name, so I said coldly: "What is your name?" ”

"Ma Wenguang."

"Poof," I couldn't help laughing, "you two are okay, the master's name is Guangwen, and the apprentice's name is Wenguang, as if they had discussed it." ”

Ma Wenguang didn't smile, and said seriously: "This was originally taken by the master, and I didn't have a name before." ”

"Then why don't you have the surname Chen, look at you are only thirty years old, the old horse and the old horse are all old."

"Master said that the old horse is good, the old horse knows the way, and does not take the wrong road, and I am twenty-eight."

I'm speechless, I've seen all kinds of treacherous characters, but I've never seen such a sincere person, and I feel sorry for him when I want to laugh.

"Let's go, there is a night train in the village tonight, let's go to the shop to buy something to bring, and we will go to the city in one night, we want to go to the ancient tomb, do you know what to bring?"

The old horse scratched his head: "How do I know, I'm not doing this." ”

I took a deep breath and pressed the fire: "Then you know where the tomb is, how can you get in?" ”

Lao Ma looked dazed: "Of course I don't know, the master didn't tell me." ”

"Although your master is not a powerful character, he is also at the level where he can support his family, and you haven't learned anything from him for so many years?!"

"No, I've learned a little ......" Lao Ma thought for a while and looked at me happily, "Anyway, it's better than you." ”

I almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, and I dare to love this product is not sincere, it is sullen.

It was already evening for the two of us to go down the mountain, and I bought some snacks at the shop at the entrance of the village and squatted on the side of the road to eat.

The bus slowly drove into the village, the same driver as a week ago, he stared straight at me as if he wanted to say something, moved his lips and said nothing.

I pulled the old horse to find a position in the front and sat down, the dirt road in the mountains was bumpy, it was okay to sit in the front, it was absolutely impossible to sleep in the back of the car, and the internal organs could turn you upside down.

It was completely dark outside, the minibus was small and stuffy, and there was a slight cool breeze coming in near the window, one cold and one hot like the purple gourd of Taishang Laojun, the old horse slept next to me and snorted, but I was always in a state of half-dreaming and half-awake.

So much had happened this week, my mind was so full of confusion that I couldn't sleep completely, things were more weird than I realized, and I was full of doubts when I recalled anything now.

The car was slowing down, there was a little light in front of it, and another village arrived, and with a noise, several peasants dragging sacks came up from the door one after another, one of them wearing a straw hat with a low brim, blocking most of his face.

I looked at him, I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't remember anything, and when he was about to pass me, I realized that the problem was that it was night, why was he wearing a straw hat?

The man had already walked over, I turned my head to look at him, as if he had colluded, and he just looked up at me, it didn't matter, I almost didn't scream, this man's face was exactly the same as the old horse!

My exaggerated expression puzzled him, and he tilted his head to look at me carefully, and even this ignorant expression was exactly the same as that of the old horse.

I felt that my back was already soaked, so I hurriedly pushed the old horse a few times, and the old horse was sleeping soundly, and muttered a few words dissatisfiedly when I disturbed it, and turned his face around.

"Ahh

I screamed and jumped up violently, where is the old horse next to me, it is clearly Chen Guangwen!

The ugly scar was even more terrifying up close, his yellow-white eyes rolling but unfocused, and he grinned dryly, and the foul-smelling pus kept flowing from his mouth.

"Osawa, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Guangwen suddenly spoke, his tone was strange, he stretched out his skinny hand and kept pushing me: "Daze, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you......"

I opened my eyes suddenly, and Chen Guangwen's strange tone and Lao Ma's voice gradually overlapped, and he was looking at me anxiously.

There are no farmers wearing straw hats, and there is no Chen Guangwen, only relieved old horses in front of him.

"What are you screaming so decently, but I was scared to death, and when I woke up, I saw that your face was sweaty, and I kept sobbing, and I thought something was wrong with you."

I looked at the old horse, I really wanted to kiss him on the face twice, fortunately I was woken up by him, otherwise I don't know what to dream about, probably because Chen Guangwen left me too much shadow, otherwise it would be him who dreamed.

I moved my body, but I felt stiff all over, my shirt was soaked with sweat, and I was more tired from sitting and sleeping in this air-conditioned minibus than going to the field to do farm work.

This is also no way to do things, my home is too remote, there will be no regular company bus to come here, this is contracted by the small passenger car are unlicensed, the driver drove day and night, belongs to serious fatigue driving, in case one day accidentally turned into the ravine, this car people died and died, no one will ask.

Even so, this is the only tool I have to get in and out of the mountains, and I have never been able to understand why I should live in such a small mountain village after so many years of inheritance in my family, and there are antiques left behind, and my family has always been wealthy.

You must know that it is already 2018, and it is still the case today when transportation is so developed, what would it be like here hundreds of years ago?

I'm afraid that there are no villages at all, or a reckless mountain, could it be that my ancestors like to be savages?

A cool breeze came in through the window, and I shivered coldly, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my heart.

The speed of the car slowed down, and I looked out the window, the lights flashing on.

Everything in front of me was so familiar, and my heart was beating wildly again, and it was exactly the same as I had dreamed of.

I leaned my head against the glass and looked at the lights in the distance, and the lights in my dream seemed to be arranged like this, but they didn't.

"Osawa, what's there to see out there?"

The voice of the old horse came, and I sat upright, feeling like an idiot, I had ridden this night train countless times before, and passed by this village countless times, and the village at night was probably like this.

What the hell am I struggling with?

Maybe it's just too tired, I comforted myself.

The car stopped, and a few peasants dragging sacks came by, and when I looked up, I saw the last man, wearing a straw hat with the brim of which covered most of his face.

I really want to scream, the posture and order of these people getting on the bus are exactly the same as in the dream!

I hurriedly turned my head to look at the old horse, the old horse was still the old horse, and it had not become Chen Guangwen.

I feel relieved from the bottom of my heart, as long as the old horse does not become Chen Guangwen, even if the one wearing the straw hat looks the same as the old horse, I am not so afraid.

After all, people and ghosts are still different.

I stared at the straw hat, my hands clutching the corners of my coat, if this straw hat really looked like the old horse, then who was the real old horse?

I was frightened by my own thoughts, yes, if that straw hat was the real old horse, what was sitting next to me?

No!

Do I really know Lao Ma? What if he didn't exist in the first place? Chen Guangwen has always been the one who talks to me at home, and the old horse standing next to him has never said a word!

I heard that some people who know Taoism will raise ghosts, this old horse was opened after Chen Guangwen's death, could it be that Chen Guangwen raised himself as a stand-in?

When I was about to be scared to death, the straw hat naturally removed the straw hat from his head, revealing a swarthy face.