zi Youge Wind and Moon Peerless. The night was silent

After returning from Macau. I drove overnight to the countryside. I'm really tired of eating, drinking, and having fun for more than half a month. I want to go back to my hometown in the countryside and sleep beautifully.

10 a.m. I drove out of the deserted streets of the city. Drive towards the national highway where traffic is whistling. After a short period of driving, the national highway gradually became deserted. Cars that run long distances basically choose this time to stop in a safe place and sleep in the car for a while before getting up and rushing.

I was driving alone and lonely, as if I was driving on an endless road. The night is like an impenetrable veil. No matter how you drive, it seems like a futile effort. Fortunately, I have already walked this path many times. It's also a familiar road. No more mistakes to get lost. I'm also afraid of ghosts and cars. After all. With my strength, this phenomenon is not a big deal.

Just what I thought. I was able to get home in two hours. What I feared happened anyway. The national highway is more than 20 kilometers away from our county seat, and I don't know when the road will be closed. Ruffled. Rush to repair the road. Signs for detours.

See a scene like this. My heart still trembles. There is no village before. I'm going to fucking walk around there after I don't go to the store. I parked the car in front of the sign. Get out of the car and want to see what's going on. What the hell is going to do.

I just got out of the car. Then he saw a figure shaking in the closed road. Then a bright light shone at me. My instinctive reaction was to cover my eyes so as not to be hurt by the bright light. Then I heard the bright light coming from the other side shouting to me:

"The road has long been closed. If you have to hurry. Just go around it."

"Thank you. Please tell me. How am I going to get around? Circle from there." I stepped forward and took a few steps and shouted inside.

"You see there's a makeshift trail on your left that connects to the countryside. You keep driving. Don't turn. Wait until you see the asphalt road. You drive up. Then head all the way north. It's going to be back on National Highway 327."

"Thank you. I hear you clearly. I'm leaving," I thanked as I climbed into the car. I heard the people inside shouting at me:

"Later. Never walk this route alone. It's dangerous."

I didn't have time to answer, so I drove the car cautiously down the makeshift path. Whirlwind sails down the country lane. The trail is very muddy. The ruts are very deep. I just followed the rut behind me. Scrape the chassis forward

Slowly. The trail extends into a poplar forest that seems to be impermeable. It's pitch black inside. The lights that are not bright are getting dimer. The moment you drive into the poplar forest. I regret it a little. I regret why I didn't stay in the city tonight. I have to force myself back to the countryside. Something must happen. It's really hard to deal with.

Regret though. But there was no turning back from the bow. I had to bite the bullet and keep going. The difficulties are not as difficult as imagined. It's not as simple as it seems. But I still drove for nearly an hour in this poplar forest. This road is so bumpy that I almost vomit. But I gritted my teeth and persevered.

Drive out of the poplar forest and into a village. I drove slowly into the silent village streets. Ahead. A black coffin appeared coldly, blocking my way. Still scares me half to death. Fortunately. I know the customs of our local countryside. Every time a dead person dies. The family will definitely ask a skilled craftsman to go directly to the house to make a coffin for the deceased. Before. I've done this kind of work with Master. It is. Pick a good coffin. Work directly on the street. After doing it. It's on the street. Wait until the time of the funeral. Then put the bones of the deceased into the coffin. Basically, that's what this stream is.

But in the darkness of the night. I still have an ominous premonition in my heart. I cursed in my heart. Anything the fuck can happen to me. Father. Could it be that he was born to do this yin and yang business? It's a hard life.

Though. Some panic. Even scared. But I cautiously drove over to the coffin. Because. I have nowhere to go. There is only one option.

Due to professional habits. After all. Before. I also followed Master to beat the coffin. When traveling side by side with the coffin. I couldn't help but take a few more looks. It doesn't matter what you see. Suddenly a human head popped out of the coffin box. And hey hey smiled at me. It scared me so hard that I stepped on the gas pedal. The car slammed out. Almost hit the wall. I'm in a hurry to hit the direction. Adjust the state of the car to make the car drive smoothly on the road again.

Drive out of the village. Still no asphalt road in sight. Don't. I misremembered. Or you shouldn't have listened to the good Samaritan.

There was a succession of driving through two unknown villages. Still no asphalt road in sight. Dark Night. I'm in such a hurry. Consume it like this again. I'm going to get lost. Or. Tonight in the car will be on the night. Wait until dawn to make plans. But when I think of the face that just appeared in the coffin. I panicked. Feel scared. So. I decided to move on. It doesn't matter if the path is right or not.

Come to think of this. I couldn't help but step on the gas pedal. The car roared out in an instant. Drive down this fairly regular dirt road. Bumpy along the way. Yellow dust. I finally drove to the asphalt road that the good Samaritan shouted at me. Drive onto the asphalt road. I followed the direction of the road and headed north. This asphalt road is not spacious. However, the layout on both sides of the road is basically the same as that on the two sides of the national highway. Either poplars are planted on both sides of the road. Either that's all the way around. See the endless villages lining the road. I'm finally feeling a little more at ease. Because. As soon as something happens on the road. I'm good to get out of the car and knock on the door, you say no.

From the time of driving onto the asphalt road. I'm looking forward to the part of the road where it crosses the national highway. It's a pity that the car drove on the asphalt road for so long but didn't get to National Highway 327. I sighed in my heart. It's really a twist and turn. Walk around. It's been the middle of the night. It felt like it was still in the same place. If. It's not a road closure. I'm afraid I'll have driven home a long time ago.

I cursed a few words in my heart for her grandmother's legs. The car also made a few turns. The road ahead suddenly became winding. And with a cloudy mist.

Dark summer nights are approaching. It's normal to have some fog. Especially the night after that. But. The more it gets stronger, the more it speaks. I haven't talked about it once. There is no way back for Mr. Yin and Yang. No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, you have to keep going. No matter what happens, it's something to go through.

Due to the twists and turns of the road. I gradually slowed down. Keep your eyes glued to the road ahead. For fear of danger. Drove forward for about another minute. Ahead is a succession of downhills. The car drove downhill. That's the feeling of ups and downs. It's like a roller coaster. The journey lasted about five or six minutes. And that's the end of it. I had the pleasure of driving on a wide road again.

Both sides of the road. Poplar forest as always. Village. It's just these places. The poplar trees are even more dense. Wait for the car to drive to a section of the S curve. The car suddenly jerked. It feels like there's something dragging behind it. I don't know the situation and hurry up and press the gas pedal again. This step does not matter and directly causes the car to stall. I hurriedly unscrewed the key. Ignite again. But I found that I couldn't fight at all. The car didn't react at all. I got the message through the dashboard check. The car battery is fully charged. The fuel tank pointer indicates that there is at least one half of the tank left. Again. The car is not flooded. How can you say that when the fire is out, the fire is out. I really don't understand.

In a hurry. I suddenly looked out the car window. It doesn't matter what you want. The fog outside is getting thicker. Scattered towards my car. I immediately became alarmed. I've seen a lot of all kinds of fog. There are natural phenomena. There are evil spirits. But. The fog in front of you. There is a hint of black in the cloudiness. Needless to say. It must be the result of an unjust soul.

Today. I'm really on the right track. Otherwise. This boil is really not good for suppuration. But the fog outside is getting thicker and thicker. The density is getting bigger and bigger. Visibility is getting smaller and smaller. This time. I don't dare to act rashly. Because. I don't know anything about going under the car.

The desolate fog is interspersed with hurricanes. The blow made my car shake violently on the ground. This is clearly something unclean that provokes me. But I was not moved. I'll deal with it again when it's done with all its might.

Hurricanes are wave after wave. Something unknown banged frantically on the car window. Give somebody the creeps. Get one’s dander up. I didn't have a solution for a while. I turned on the radio and turned the volume up to the maximum. There is no telecommunications station. Makes a loud hoarse sound. This is a ploy that doesn't count as a ploy and it works. The strong wind outside the car window suddenly became a little smaller. The fog also gradually dissipated. The fog is getting smaller. I tried to wipe the fog off the front windshield. Through the front file. I suddenly saw a clear view in front of the car. What catches your eye is a stone arch bridge carved with marble decorations. The asphalt road runs through it. The marble above glowed coldly in the dark night. Far away. I saw an unknown liquid coming down from the marble.

But in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, I saw a snow-colored white dress slowly floating from under the stone arch bridge to the top of the bridge deck. After floating to the bridge deck. It gently floats down on the marble railing on the bridge deck. It's like a resentful woman sitting there.

From afar, I watched it. I found that the white dress was a simple white dress. Because. I can't see anything inside the skirt. That's right. It's a white dress. It just floated on the marble railing. It's like sitting there quietly.

I stared intently at the snow-white dress. Don't even dare to blink your eyes. Fear. That white dress will come at you.

Such a situation. I've met it more than once. Usually there are no ghosts in the clothes. But they are all used to hiding behind clothes. But nothing is visible at all in this almost transparent white dress. That's the strangeness of it.

I just sat in the car like that. Quietly observe the change of the snow-colored white dress. About half an hour later. The white dress suddenly changed color. A good white dress turned out to be bloody. You can smell blood from so far away.

Therefrom. It can be inferred one-sidedly. This must have been the murder of a young woman who liked to wear a white dress. The grudge is not extinguished. Confined here.

What she wants to do. She wanted me to redeem her soul. Avenge her justice. Or have other intentions. I guess it's not that easy to solve anyway.

Tonight. I'm tired. Mood swings are very large. I can only be so consumed with her. As long as it doesn't do it to me. I won't attack her. Just spend it. I can't go anyway. Wait until dawn

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