Wang Quan pretended not to know, and pretended to be curious: "Why is this, old man?" Can you tell us about it? ”

As he spoke, Wang Quanquan took out the Red Chamber in his pocket, took out a cigarette, and handed it over.

"No, I've quit smoking for a long time, lad." The white-haired old man waved his hand, sighed, and said, "Since you want to know, then I'll talk about it." ”

"Old man, you say, we listen to you." Wang Quanquan took back the cigarette duct.

The white-haired old man's gaze became distant, and after recalling for a moment, he said: "This starts from ten years ago, when the Wangshui Bridge was built, it was not peaceful. ”

The white-haired old man's narrative is similar to what Wu Chengye said, but perhaps the old man has been in Fengshan County, and the completeness and accuracy of the story are much higher than Wu Chengye's.

"It was a young man in our county who built the Wangshui Bridge, named Wu Chengye. At that time, there was also a story that went viral, which was very mysterious, saying that there was a river god who ate a worker as a sacrificial ritual so that the bridge could be built. ”

The white-haired old man told the story, "I don't know if the river god appears, but many of us have seen it with our own eyes, a woman from a remote village who stayed on the bridge for three days and three nights, and cried for three days and three nights. Hey, pity the hearts of parents all over the world. ”

"Old man, after the bridge is built, is there anything special that will happen?" Lin Qianmo interjected closer.

The white-haired old man glanced at him, coughed twice, and said, "What you asked happened to be the point I want to say, and it is also the reason why I advise you not to shoot Wangshui Bridge, it is best not to go at all." ”

"The first year or two of the bridge was built, it was very good, and nothing happened, until the third year, strange things happened, strange things happened to us, a sports car master."

"He's the kind of guy who drives big trucks and transports goods, you know? Wangshui Bridge is the only way to go on his itinerary. He drove for an unknown number of trips, and he was already familiar with the road. Go out in the morning and come back in the middle of the night. But that day, he didn't come home after a whole night, do you know what's going on? ”

"Is it out for entertainment?" Wang said authoritatively.

Lin Qianmo secretly had a guess: "The driver must have fallen into a ghost covering his eyes or a ghost hitting the wall." ”

"It's not weird to be out socializing." The white-haired old man shook his head and said, "I'll tell you the truth, he ran into a ghost hitting the wall, the car drove on the bridge all night, the fuel ran out, and the next morning someone went to open the car door to wake him up, at that time, he was still holding the steering wheel, his eyes were red, thinking he was driving!" ”

"So weird?" Wang Quanquan was surprised, "What about later? ”

"And then ......," the white-haired old man sighed, "and within a month he died." ”

"Dead?" Wang Quan's eyes widened.

"yes." The white-haired old man nodded, "I died inexplicably, I was not injured or sick, I was still driving the first night, and I died in bed the next day, some people say that it was the bridge god who took a fancy to him and asked him to make a sacrifice." ”

Lin Qianmo's heart sank, and the ghost was probably turned into a demon at that time.

"Old man, this is too evil, a bridge is a bridge, what is a bridge god?" Wang Quan was puzzled.

The white-haired old man said: "You don't understand this, young man, in ancient times, every time a bridge was built, someone would die, which had two meanings, one was to show their sacrifice, sacrifice to the river god and dragon king, to express respect; Second, if the bridge is to be stable, it is necessary to have the soul of a living person to guard the bridge, and the person who sacrifices the bridge, the ghost town the bridge, becomes the god of the bridge, and the soul is not extinguished, and the bridge will not have an accident. ”

"That'...... So, the worker who had the accident became the bridge god? ”

"Not really!" The white-haired old man nodded, "Since that incident, there has been a human life on the bridge every year. Or local, or foreign, hey, maybe the bridge god is unwilling to die! ”

"With so much going on, is there no one to deal with this bridge?" Wang Quanquan wondered.

The white-haired old man said: "In addition to the driver, the people who died later are all for a reason, and they can't be blamed on the bridge, but they are on the bridge again, what do you say can be done?" Alas, the young people now, who do not believe this, who are not afraid, except for us old people, who still understands this, people, it is better to have a little awe, know what can be offended, and what can not be offended. ”

Then, the white-haired old man sighed again and continued, "Young man, I see that you are kind and should be good people, so I would like to advise you. Don't go to shoot that Wangshui Bridge, fate is not good, there are some things that really can't be offended. ”

"Well, that's what the old man said." Wang Quanquan smiled and nodded.

Lin Qianmo: "Old man, we listen to you, don't shoot the bridge, but, what you said we are itching, tell us the location of the bridge, let's take a look at it from a distance, okay?" ”

"yes, we'll just go and see." Wang Quanquan also said with a smile.

"You guys!" The white-haired old man shook his head helplessly, "That's it, anyway, if I don't say it, you will still ask others." If you follow this road, you will come up five kilometers to Wangshui Bridge, which has a bridge monument and a dilapidated house next to it that has not been demolished. ”

As he spoke, the old man pointed to a large road in front of him to the north.

"Thank you, old man, for telling the story and showing the way." The king thanked him authoritatively.

"Thank you no need, you have to remember what I said, just take a look and leave." The white-haired old man admonished.

Wang Quanquan waved his hands: "Don't worry!" You see, we didn't have any tools to shoot, we just went to see it. ”

"Okay, it's okay, I'll go."

"You go slowly, go home early."

The white-haired old man nodded and turned to leave.

After seeing the old man go away, Wang Quanquan looked at Lin Qianmo: "Brother Lin, what are we going to do now?" ”

Lin Qianmo groaned slightly: "Let's go to the bridge first, if there are really ghosts, when the time comes, it will definitely not be quiet." ”

"Okay."

The two followed the route pointed out by the white-haired old man and walked in the direction of Wangshui Bridge.

The further you go, the more sparse the surrounding buildings become, and the flow of people becomes less and less.

At the end of the mile, there was a wide river on one side of the road, and a field on the other, and there was not half a figure to be seen.

Wang Quanquan walked side by side with Lin Qianmo, walking, walking, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Lin, is it true that you said that the old man said just now that people will die when building a bridge?" If it were, wouldn't it be terrible! ”

Lin Qianmo said in a calm tone: "If you want me to say it, I can't tell it clearly." In fact, at that time, the construction technology was backward, the tools were not sophisticated enough, it all relied on manpower, the cost was very large, there was a slight mistake, something happened, and several people were killed and injured, which was a normal thing. The ancients were superstitious and had to sacrifice at every turn, and it was possible to spread false rumors. ”

(ps: To tell you an interesting fact, when I was just writing, some terrifying fragments came to my mind, and at this moment, with a bang, the door was suddenly pushed open by the wind, and the teak was trembling with fright...... ）

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