When I woke up the next morning, I looked out the window, and the cars parked on the street and highway were almost gone, and some of them drove to this place for breakfast one after another. The early morning car accident is quite unlucky, which is quite a taboo for drivers who run long distances all year round, and there are no clues from them, and it is futile to ask, and it is no different from idle nonsense, after eating, when the sun rises higher, and the yang energy is heavier, Master plans to take me on foot to the section of the 'Highway of Death' to survey the terrain to see if there is anything suspicious, and to make a forward stop for the evening action.

After breakfast, Master and I walked all the way south out of the town, not far out of the town, we came to the intersection of the national highway and the provincial highway, look at the road signs on the road, this section of the road should be the so-called death highway from the north section of the cliff to the south section of the cliff, according to common sense, the intersection of the national highway and the provincial highway should be more prosperous and lively than the center of the town of Yabei, but in fact, it is not, and it seems relatively lonely, the sporadic shops are not angry, and there are few vehicles to stop and have demand. Many of the low-rise buildings on both sides of the intersection are closed with their doors closed, and the billboards on which the wind and rain have erased their lustre, which should have been thriving shops and hotels in the past, now dimly reveal their once infinite prosperity, and now this miserable appearance can fully explain the problem, car accidents are fiercer than tigers, but the harm is endless.

Continue to walk south along these shops of Guangmen, the further south, the more scattered houses on both sides of the road that have been built to the middle but are not completed, it is obvious that some of the buildings that are under construction have not been completed and suddenly given up, which makes people see that it is a pity to see how much building materials have to be wasted, and the wilderness behind these broken bricks and broken walls is a patch of poplar forests, and you can't see the end at a glance, at this point in time, the traffic on the highway is like a rainbow, and the transportation is relatively busy, and there will be nothing to find on the highway, Master's meaning is why not go down to the poplar forests on both sides of the highway to see what is wrong, Master and I seem to have come out to scavenge waste, but in fact it is aimless but it seems to be very leisurely.

After getting off the highway and walking in the desolate fields, there are ditches and bumps, the poplar forest is in front of us, and Master and I stepped on the cascading dead leaves step by step into the poplar forest that fell in winter, and it can be regarded as coming to the right place, the forest is a large area of desolate graves, which looks very desolate, like an ancient poem 'Thousands of miles of lonely graves, There is nowhere to talk about desolation', but after all, there is still nothing to be found except for these desolate graves that come into view, and at this point, there is still zero valuable information about the road of death, and the master has decided to retreat, familiarize himself with the terrain, and come here to take a look at it at night, and maybe there will be unexpected discoveries.

At noon, our master and apprentice didn't have lunch, so how could we still have the heart to eat when we were at a loss, so we stayed in the small hotel and didn't do anything.

In the afternoon, the more cloudy and thicker, with a gray shimmer, as if it was going to snow, in the evening, the night came, the sky became more and more thick, this rain and snow did not fall, it was big, this ghost weather undoubtedly cast a layer of uneasy atmosphere on this work, the master half lay on the bed and closed his eyes, only said nothing, I understand the temper of the master, the more anxious he is, the more calm on the surface, quiet as if he never existed, today is the 23rd, and tomorrow is the 25th, As if time has never been so aggressive, could it be that these car accidents are all accidents, all accidents, and this can only be regarded as an accident-prone section, but it has been demonized and denied the name of the Highway of Death? Master is usually used to being a savior, but this time it was a mediocrity who disturbed himself and walked into an invisible circle......

I have been holding on like this until more than eight o'clock in the evening, going out, saying that it is better to eat some simple meals than to replenish energy, and when it is late at night, I will enter the road of death to find out.

After dinner, I watched TV with the drivers who went south and north around the TV set of the small restaurant, the night was finally late, the drivers returned to the car one after another to rest, Master and I went out of the door of the restaurant and went straight to the highway of death, the farther south we went, the more scarce the lights on the street, and the occasional pedestrians all ran away in a panic, occasionally a few trucks slowly drove by the road, but they kept changing the high and low beams, for fear of hitting something or hiding from something, the truck finally went away, I raised my eyes to look at the night sky, black as ink, I can't see a lonely star, stepping on the road of death under my feet to look into the distance, it is also a deep place, the sky in the darkness is like the curtain of hell, lift the rope, it is the eighteen layers of the underground.

I followed behind Master and stepped on the road that I was familiar with during the day, and after a while I disappeared on the road, and went down to a good point under the road, a ditch that could accommodate several people......

The long night was lonely and it snowed heavily, starting like a moth that could not fly through the night, and then it was like goose feathers flying all over the sky, this snowy night was also considered to be timely, bringing some vitality to this dead night, I was half lying down with my face facing the sky, letting the snowflakes fall on my face and my mouth was melted by my body temperature, you don't say it was quite pleasant, this night this snow scene, it is really rare, in addition to squatting in this trench, it is just snowing, the temperature in the trench is acceptable, and I can't feel cold, What is the difference between my egg and those old people in the village who are half loess lying on the street basking in the sun in winter?

Master turned his back to me and didn't know what was outside the observation trench and didn't talk to me, maybe it was in a strange place last night I didn't sleep well, I was half lying where I didn't sleep for a while, anyway, Master was less than two steps away from me, I relaxed my vigilance and thought that it would be better to sleep for a while, but I ignored a common sense that when people are sleepy, people's consciousness will become weak, and at this time the dirty things around will move, and it is my mistake that makes our master and apprentice get some gains.

The snow has been falling, the snowflakes may have buried me who was asleep, I don't know how many moments have passed, I feel cold on my body, I moved my body slightly, I thought it was bad, I was in the deserted grave slope I wanted to stare for a while How to fall asleep, I shook my face a few times, the thin snow on my eyes slipped down, I opened my eyes, just wanted to shout Master, but found that many pairs of eyes were staring at me curiously, some were red, white, and two black holes, most of them had mutilated heads, and the facial features were incomplete and surrounded me in a circle. When I saw it, it was clear that it was some lonely ghost who had been wandering for many years, and when they saw me wake up, they all came up to me and asked me:

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

How should I answer them, if I answer wrong, will there be a catastrophe, I think again, no, can ask such a childish question, even I am a human and a ghost I can't tell the difference between them and they are really low-level, although they are many ghosts, they can see that most of them are vulnerable.

I just wanted to open my mouth to talk to them, I wanted to get some valuable words out of their mouths, the master may have heard them speak before he turned around, I think the master should have slept for a while, otherwise he would not have been so slow to react, maybe the master had already intended this, and the difficulty is just a low-level trick to summon ghosts, and it is also one of the best methods to use in the dark night wilderness.

"Hello, we've been waiting for you here for a long time," Master began.

"You two are ghosts?" They turned to Master's skeptical question.

"Yes, just like you, they said I'll wait for you here."

When they were talking to Master, I raised my head and forgot to glance at it, so scared that my heart trembled several times, damn, the people standing inside and outside the trench were full of lonely souls and wild ghosts, I couldn't count them clearly, I despised them just now, just now their formation, if the master says the wrong thing and there is a riot, they can trample us to death with one ghost and one foot, this is like a gathering of lonely souls and wild ghosts that are difficult to see for a long time, Some Mr. Yin and Yang may never meet him in his life, but let me Shao Erdan unfortunately meet him.