Outside, the coachman who was driving the carriage happened to stop the carriage. As soon as I came out, the leaves were swept up by a strong wind, and the non-stop horse bells jingled and jingled.

Listening to people is upset and irritable.

"Master, can you rest for a while? This ringtone makes me uncomfortable to hear! ”

I glanced at the coachman, turned his back to me, and when I said this, I turned my head slowly and said, "I'm surprised that my horse doesn't have a bell on it." ”

It's good that he didn't say this, but when he said this, it scared me a lot, and his voice was so hoarse, like the voice of a terrible ghost, that I heard it sweat down my spine one after another.

It was as if the air around him was frozen in an instant, and it was warm and comfortable in the carriage just now, but at this time, it was so cold that it made people panic, and it was cold to the bones.

"Master, where is the inn you are talking about?"

I looked around, and it was pitch black at this time, and there was no one around, and there was nothing, where did the inn come from?

"Where's the inn? The lights were still on just now, why aren't they there? I'm not dazzled! ”

Don't look at this coachman who looks ugly and scary, people who don't pay attention to him see his face and rickety body, but they are afraid that they will lose half their lives in fright.

But he was so frightened at this time that he couldn't give up, his whole body trembled, and his mouth was still trembling when he spoke.

"We must have been hit by a ghost hitting the wall, Master, you drive away quickly, don't look back, don't look around, just drive the carriage forward, don't stop for a moment!"

At this time, the wind was blowing, and the horse's bell rang even more rapidly. But at this juncture, he actually told me that he was hungry at this time, so he stopped down just now and asked me to take him to eat something, and he didn't have the strength to catch the car.

"Do you want me and you to die here today? Hurry up and give me a drive, or I won't have a chance in a while! ”

After saying that, I don't know where the strength came from, I lifted him from the ground to the top of the car, and scolded, and the horse seemed to be frightened, and I yelled at him like this, and galloped forward like crazy.

In this way, unconsciously, we ran all night, always feeling that something was chasing us behind, and we did not dare to stop to rest at all, knowing that it was dawn and seeing the sun come out, we stopped the carriage.

"You, you, are you carrying something unclean?"

I had just stopped and had not had time to rest, when the coachman took the reins and went to ask me as he drove his horse.

At this time, he didn't yell at me that I was hungry, but I was afraid that because of the fright last night, he would have forgotten about hunger a long time ago.

"How is this possible, I don't have anything on my body, and I have a baggage!"

Speaking of baggage, I quickly opened it and saw that inside the two clothes, there was something wrapped in a small white bottle.

Looking at this thing, I suddenly felt a sense of foreboding, I was afraid that there was nothing good in it.

"That's what you're talking about?"

I took the little white bottle and handed it to the driver, and when he saw the bottle, his face changed instantly, his face was already sticky together, and when he saw the bottle, he pulled it a few times, and his whole face instantly turned red, as if he had seen something terrible.

"You came out of the brothel?"

"Yes!"

I didn't tell him which brothel I came from, which had an impact on Wang Jie's reputation.

"It's over, and it is said that it is a good business, but who knows that it is a bad death, today you and I are buried here!"

The coachman glanced at the small white bottle in my hand, and did not take it, but simply listened to the carriage, and sat directly on the ground and called.

"No, this, I said, Master, what do you mean by that? How do you say something unlucky in your words? ”

I don't understand, what does this white bottle mean, to make this coachman like this?

"Do you really don't know or do you really don't know?"

The coachman's words made me look confused, what does it mean that I really don't know or fake I don't know, can I pretend?

And it was also his words that confirmed my guess even more, there must be something going on with this little white bottle.

"You really don't know?"

Seeing that I was still suspicious, the coachman explained to me, but his eyes were still wandering when he spoke, and he was still afraid.

"As the old saying goes, **ruthless drama is meaningless, and that's the reason, you went to that place, and she quietly put such a small bottle in your baggage, do you know what's in this bottle?"

"This is the place of babies and prostitutes, there are countless pregnancies, and there are lives in human voices, but they can't give birth to fetuses, they can only choose as many as they want, and those fetuses have died before they have come to this world, how can they be willing? These aborted fetuses are very angry and will inevitably hurt these prostitutes, so they will use a small white bottle to put the fallen fetus in it, and secretly put it in their baggage when the prostitutes leave, so that the fetus can go to the prostitutes to trouble them, and avoid harming themselves. ”

When I heard this, my legs trembled with fright, no wonder the coachman was so scared just now, it turned out that it was for this reason.

"This is too lacking in morality, it's really a bad move!"

"Who says it's not, otherwise how can you say that the ** ruthless drama is unjust!"

The coachman agreed with me, but before he could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly widened and his face was frightened.

"What should we do with this bottle, if we don't handle it well, that little ghost will definitely keep pestering us, and he must have been doing it last night!"

He pointed to the bottle in my hand, and he didn't dare to speak too loudly, I don't know if it was because he was afraid of being heard by the little ghost, or for some reason.

It's no wonder that Wang Jie gave me so much silver, I thought she was kind at first, but I didn't expect that she was also intent on harming me, giving money, just looking for a trace of spiritual comfort.

And she didn't send me to face, she must have wanted to avoid it, so as not to be discovered by me.

This woman is so scheming.

"I don't know what to do, as the saying goes, it's easy to please God, it's hard to send God, and now that he's here, I'm afraid that even if I throw him away now, I can't do anything, not to mention that this kind of thing is the first time I've heard it, Master, you have to help me!"

As I spoke, I also took ten taels of silver from the bag and handed it to him, anyway, this money is not mine, dirty and unjust, it can be used on the body of this little ghost in the bottle, and it can be regarded as doing a good deed with ill-gotten gains.

"Alas, since you're like this, I can't die without help!"

Hearing this, my hanging heart suddenly relaxed, and at the same time, I also felt that this seemed to be a little strange, I was only afraid that I had been deceived.

Because just now the coachman still looked terrified, afraid that the little ghost in this bottle was scared to death, but at this time, he behaved very naturally, especially after getting the silver I handed over.

That look, although there was no expression, made him stand a lot firmer. This man is clearly a money-grubber.

"This kind of thing is not difficult, this child has not yet come to this world, he is not in the world, it is easy to be satisfied, and I will not give you advice if he lacks virtue, you can find a place for him to bury him well, and then burn some of them, just put the tribute fruit and the like, and he will not look for you again."

Hearing this, I really want to slap this driver to death, do you still use him to tell me this method?

I even wonder if the imp he was talking about is or not, and if he lied to him.

"Okay, just do as you say!"

I gave him a blank look, and I really wanted to get back all the money I had given him, but it was not realistic, so I had to endure my anger and get in the carriage again and let him go on, and find a place where there were people to buy some incense, wax, candles, plates, books, fruits, etc., so that the little ghost could be buried in a while.

Whether he is true or not, we will only know after he is buried.

Walked to noon, and finally saw a small town, earlier I had been worried about the little ghost, at this time I walked to the town, only to remember that I hadn't eaten for a day, and my stomach was gurgling at this time.

The coachman was also barking at this time, so we found a restaurant to eat something, and went to buy some incense wax paper candles and other things before continuing on our way.

I have to say that the coachman is really able to eat, and he is the kind of person who can eat.

When I walked into the restaurant with him, the shopkeeper knew that business was coming, and he was naturally very enthusiastic, anyway, this enthusiasm was many times more enthusiastic than the waiters in our modern restaurants and hotels.

Maybe this is the cultural embodiment of this era, after all, it is more difficult to do business at this time, and there are hardly many people running outside, so they are not enthusiastic and have no business.

But when the shopkeeper saw the coachman, he was so frightened that he almost fainted, thinking it was a ghost, I explained to him for a long time that he was willing to do our business, and said that this kind of business was very unlucky, and finally I gave him some more money before he was willing to sell us something to eat.

The coachman is also very good at eating, it seems that he rarely eats wine, meat and rice, especially when he sees the store take out the meat, the coachman's eyes widen, a few bowls of white wine in the stomach, and a large piece of meat is sandwiched and put into the mouth.

In the end, he finished all the meat and wine I ordered, and added a few bowls of rice. In desperation, I could only order a bowl of noodles to eat, and this guy saw me eating noodles and added another bowl.

At the time, I wondered what kind of foodie he was, wasn't he afraid of eating and throwing up?

Out of the town, the coachman walked in the direction I went to Rugao, and finally I found a place to bury the bottle.