As soon as I saw this car, I couldn't help but tighten my heart twice, and immediately turned the steering wheel to try to avoid it.

Wu Lin reached out and tugged at my sleeve and shook his head at me.

Seeing his cold face, my mood stabilized a little, and I looked back again, looking through the empty window frame of the old truck, and only saw the black chair in the cab, and there was no driver in it.

The empty shell-like truck now gave me the feeling of a dead centipede, with only a terrifying shell left, but it had lost its toxicity.

It's not just the old trucks, it's the whole street.

Outside, it was windy, and lots of red paper were rolled up from the ground, hit the windows, or whirl along the edge of the car.

This gust of wind, and these blown red papers, seem to be the real residents of Zhiwan South Road, except for them, the whole road can only see crumbling buildings, and the rust on the street lamps, which are glowing with brownish-red light in the setting sun, like dried bloodstains.

The Kankandao whispered in the back: "Keep walking, slow down." ”

I shifted gears, kept the car below 40, and slowly drove down the old road that wasn't too wide.

When the Cultural Revolution broke out, I had not yet been born, and I had only learned about the various situations of that era on TV and from the mouths of the elderly, but now walking on this road, I have a strange feeling, as if I am in that era now, and as if I was originally a person of that era.

This extremely strange sense of belonging makes people feel very uneasy.

The tallest building on the whole road, only seven or eight stories high, is surrounded by a series of bungalows, and occasionally you can see some small buildings of two or three stories, which seem to be very lonely in the overly open view.

When the car was about to drive in front of the tall building, the man tapped his finger on the seat of the cab and told me to stop.

I flicked the brakes, and when the car had come to a complete stop, the man rolled open the window in his hand, stuck his whole head out of the window, and looked at the building next to the car.

The wind became more intense, and the banners hanging on the roofs were disturbed, making the sound of hunting.

The banners hung down from the top of the building, some down to the ground, shorter, five or six stories long, and they were scattered and dense like rattans hanging from a tree, almost completely blocking the windows and walls of the tall building, making the building look like a broken mop standing in a strong wind.

It was hard to read the content of the banner because it was swaying so badly, and it took me a lot of effort to read a few of the columns.

"Defeat the Provincial Revolutionary Federation and carry the revolution to the end."

"Shatter the old world and create a new world."

"Never forget the class struggle."

"Crack down the counter-revolutionaries at hand."

"Learn from Lu Xun's revolutionary spirit and criticize the way of Confucius and Mencius."

Why did Lu Xun move out, is he neurotic?

Looking at those banners full of big characters, I couldn't help frowning, and I could vaguely feel a strong anger on these words swaying wildly in the wind.

It was an almost uncontrollable ferocity, like a field of fire emanating from the god of evil.

Qingyazi didn't know when he came up behind me, pointed to the banners and said to me: "This is the Cultural Revolution, a behemoth that almost swallowed up the fortunes of the country." ”

I saw him shake his head back in the rearview mirror, and then I heard him say: "The Cultural Revolution is not completely without positive significance, and if we blindly criticize it, we are no different from the people of that time." ”

Qing Yazi rolled his eyes at me and whispered, "Lao Zhou used to wear a red armband, and he has been transformed here." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to his head.

Kankan Daoist glanced at Qing Yazi helplessly, but he didn't argue with him, but just pointed to a path next to the tall building: "Turn in." ”

The road next to the building is very narrow, the width is about three meters, even if I don't use the vision of the quicksand of the Qi Sea to see, I can feel that it is filled with an extremely chaotic Qi field, which is a combination of Yin Qi and Anger Qi, Yin Qi is deposited and does not move, and the Qi is manic, it is estimated that in the depths of this road, it is likely that there is a very powerful evil hidden here.

I frowned, turned my face sideways and asked, "What's in there?" ”

Kankan Daoren's face was also gloomy at that time, and he pursed his lips: "It's not clear for the time being, I only know that the spirit medium you are looking for has walked on this road not long ago." ”

Walked this road not long ago? How do you see this kind of thing?

Although I have some doubts in my heart, I also understand that in the current situation, neither Li Huaishan nor Wu Lin can find the right way, and the only thing I can do now is to trust Kankan Daoren.

After all, he is the person Hu Nanqian is looking for, whether I believe him or not, I still trust Hu Nanqian more.

After driving the car onto the road, you can clearly feel the temperature drop, it is not normal cold, but it starts to chill from the back of the neck, and then the coolness spreads forward along the shoulders, and has been pressed on the heart and lungs, so that even the breath exhaled has a chill, and the roots of the teeth and tongue can clearly feel the coldness.

"Ergou," I glanced at Li Huaishan in the rearview mirror and said to him, "Hold the Lingtai and don't let the yin qi disturb your mind." ”

Seeing Li Huaishan nodded, I glanced at Wu Lin again.

Wu Lin understood what I meant, and waved his hand: "I'm fine." ”

Kankan Daoist and Qingyazi's cultivation must be higher than me, Wu Lin's physique is special, and he can also withstand the yin qi here, and now what I am most worried about is Li Huaishan.

He's still too weak, and when this is over, I think I'll need to give him more training.

When I first drove the car into the road, I just felt that the air was cold, and when I walked deeper, I could feel that the joints of my left hand were a little stiff, not frozen, but the arm was out of force, as if my brain could no longer control the muscles in my hand after a day of heavy work.

A lot of dust gradually appeared on the road, except for a small area in the middle of the road, where the cracked concrete pavement was exposed, and the rest of the road was a thick earthy yellow, as if the place had just been looted by a massive sandstorm.

At this time, the Kankan Taoist patted me on the shoulder from behind: "Stop, this is it." ”

As soon as I pulled the car to a stop, the man pushed the door and rushed out of the car in a panic, heading straight for a small bungalow on the side of the road.

Dust hung on the houses on both sides of the path, but the dust on the bungalow in front of me was unusually thick, and the outline of the tiles was barely visible on the pointed roof, only layers of dust, some of which were sliding down the eaves, like sand streams in an hourglass.

Qingyazi was the second to get out of the car, he was not as impatient as Kankan Daoren, after getting out of the car, he first stood on the curb and looked behind him, sighed, and then walked into the house.

The three of us quickly followed.

The sand had seeped into the room along the window frames, and at the foot of the walls it had been piled up into sloping hills, and there were several tables in a mess, and on the floor were piles of newspapers tied with twine, and on the tables were a dozen books, and on the wall to the south, there was a half-collapsed blackboard.

The man picked up a book from the table, blew a breath, and blew the dust off the book cover, and I saw four blood-red words printed on the book cover: Revolutionary Diary.

"This room used to be the headquarters of the rebels." The man turned the page of the book, looked at it as if he were looking at it, and said, "I killed a person here back then. ”

When he said the second half of the sentence, Kankandao seemed to be deliberately keeping his tone calm, but I saw the corners of his mouth twitch twice unconsciously.

I said, "Mediums have been here?" ”

"I've been here, but I didn't come in, I just lingered at the door for a while and threw a bag in." As he spoke, he put down the book in his hand and looked at the door.

There was a faint brilliance in his squinted eyes, as if he could see the spirit medium standing at the door, and the spirit medium's action of shaking his hand and throwing his bag.

Now he turned his gaze again, swept the half of the blackboard on the south wall, and turned again, so that his gaze fell on the corner of the room, where only a mound of dust could be seen.

Qingyazi followed the gaze of the Kankan Taoist to the sand dune and started to dig up the dust.

With a clattering sound, the sand was scattered all over the ground, and a blue-gray burden emerged from the breach in the hillock.

The outer skin of the wrap is a dirty and shiny blouse, but this blouse is missing a sleeve, the sleeve of the right arm is complete, the left sleeve seems to have been cut with scissors, and the break at the shoulder is very neat.

And in the package, only a very hard piece of brown paper was wrapped, on which were written a few words: In three days, the lunar eclipse is coming.

The handwriting of these words looks very awkward, as if a person who is accustomed to writing with his right hand suddenly changes his hand and writes these words with a pen in his left hand.

Qing Yazi took the brown paper and glanced at Kankan Daoren, and the expressions on the faces of the two people were a little solemn.

I took a closer look at the kraft paper and asked Qingyazi: "Recently, there should be no lunar eclipse, right?" ”

Qing Yazi shook his head: "It is true that there is no lunar eclipse in our world, but in this place, it is not necessarily. And the lunar eclipse mentioned on this piece of paper may not mean the same thing as the lunar eclipse as we understand it. ”

Wu Lin's voice came from behind me: "Who is this note for?" ”

Qing Yazi still shook his head: "It's definitely not for us, and it's not for Buzhoushan." It seems that in addition to us and the people from Buzhoushan, there is another group of people who are coming. ”

Kan Kandao said: "No one else came, this note is not reserved for the living." ”

(End of chapter)