The bumpy mountain road under your feet gradually turns into a smooth and clean asphalt road.

And the surrounding environment is becoming more and more familiar.

A cold wind blew through, finally blowing away the thick fog.

At the same time, a veil of mystery was also revealed.

The scene in front of us shocked all three of us.

"This, this, this...... Here's what's going on! We...... Why are you back in Tokai City again?! ”

That's right!

What appeared in front of us was the center of Tokai City, which is full of high-rise buildings!

However, when I turned around, I realized that the original mountain road was gone, and even the BMW we were driving had disappeared without a trace.

"It must be an illusion! Or, Brother Hui, you try to pinch my face? ”

Zhao Xiaoshuai gritted his teeth and said.

I waved my hand at him, indicating that the Donghai City in front of me must be fake.

It's like the ghost town that Ning Wushuang and I experienced last night.

It seems that we have stepped into the enemy's pre-set trap again.

They want to use this fake Donghai City to trap us, and we will never be able to get out.

And the only way to solve it is to find the key point in this dilemma.

It's like Huo Ergou in the ghost town.

Only by finding that key point and eradicating it will the illusion in front of you be self-defeating.

However, what Ning Wushuang and I experienced last night was only a small-scale town, and the number of people in it was full, and it was less than a hundred.

But right now, the scale we encounter can almost be called a ghost market.

As for how many lonely souls and wild ghosts are inside, it is unknown.

"Let's search around first and see if there are any clues that we can use!"

I thought for a moment and said with a frown.

There was no objection from everyone.

The three of us looked around and saw that the bustling city center of Donghai City had become extremely deserted.

All the shops around are closed, and ghosts roam the streets.

Looking at his clothes, there are all styles in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Some even wore longevity clothes that were unique to the time of burial!

At this time, a burst of "bell-bell" electric bells came from afar.

I looked far and saw an old tram from the twenties and thirties of the last century coming towards us from far and near.

The three of us were dumbfounded.

This mysterious fake Donghai City is indeed full of weirdness.

The tram suddenly stopped on the side of the road, and it turned out to be unmanned inside.

Seeing that the electric bell rang and it seemed that the train was about to depart, I decided to take the tram around the city first, all for reconnaissance.

So the three of us got on the tram and let it take us around the city.

But not long after opening out of the city center, Zhao Xiaoshuai suddenly pointed to one of the shops on the street and said:

"Look! Look! That's Dad's Fusheng Pavilion! ”

I looked in the direction of his finger and really saw Xiaoshuai and their family......

I remember when I first visited there, the two sides of the shop were full of willows, the breeze blowing, the willows swaying lightly, it was a treasure of feng shui in the middle of the noise, hiding the wind and absorbing the air.

But now I look at it again, the willows on both sides of the store have turned into locust trees, and the breeze has slowly turned into a howling wind, which is a seeping picture.

I couldn't help frowning, and quickly proposed:

"Let's go, let's get out of the car and go back to Fusheng Pavilion first to see if we can find any clues."

So, we jumped off the tram and headed straight for the Fusheng Pavilion that we knew the most in our memory.

When I arrived at the entrance of the store, the signboard on the door was still Fusheng Pavilion.

And the door was hidden, and a middle-aged woman in her thirties was sitting faintly inside.

"Huh? The one inside feels so familiar, it looks like I've seen it somewhere. ”

Zhao Xiaoshuai pushed open the door and walked into the hall with a self-muttering voice.

Immediately, the middle-aged woman stood up from the sofa in a panic.

I vaguely felt that the woman's nose and mouth shape were very similar to Zhao Xiaoshuai, and her demeanor was full of gestures, revealing a hint of bookishness.

Looking at Zhao Xiaoshuai's shocked eyes again, this woman could be his dead mother!

"Mom...... How is this possible! I didn't expect to meet you! ”

Zhao Xiaoshuai said with a look of surprise.

Really!

The beautiful and dignified woman in front of her is Zhao Xiaoshuai's mother, who passed away early, and the wife of the master uncle-Xu Jiahui!

But Xu Jiahui looked panicked, kept retreating, and said intermittently:

"You...... Who you are, I don't know you! Why trespass? Be careful...... I'm going to call the police! ”

"Mom, don't you know me? I'm handsome! Zhao Xiaoshuai, your son Zhao Xiaoshuai! ”

Zhao Xiaoshuai's eyes were red, and he said excitedly.

"Little Handsome ......"

Xu Jiahui was stunned for a moment, and her eyes suddenly became confused.

She muttered to herself:

"You are my son Xiaoshuai...... How can it be! My son Xiaoshuai is just less than three years old, how can you be him. You liar! ”

Zhao Xiaoshuai was about to step forward to explain, but was stopped by me and reminded quietly:

"Don't forget, when your mother died, you were only three years old. So, how could she possibly know you fifteen years later? ”

Zhao Xiaoshuai suddenly realized.

However, the nature of mother and son, his urgent mood can be felt by everyone.

After all, he lost his mother when he was three years old, and his memory of her has long been blurred.

If it weren't for the photos to get acquainted with it, I'm afraid that the woman who can't be identified today is his mother.

Now that the mother and son meet, the excitement in their hearts can be imagined.

At this time, I stepped forward and said respectfully to Xu Jiahui:

"Auntie, you may not know us, but we are indeed your juniors. In the next night, Shaohui, the mother is Fang Fuling, a disciple of the Ghost Mao Sect, the family teacher Ma Fuyang, and the master uncle is your husband Zhao Fusheng. ”

As soon as Zhao Fusheng was mentioned, Xu Jiahui in front of him really regained his impression, and hurriedly asked:

"Fusheng! Do you know Fusheng? Do you know where he is now? ”

At this point, I was speechless.

After all, I really don't know where the master is.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoshuai on the side suddenly spoke:

Even the same

We have been friends for a hundred years

Which died at the age of ninety-seven

But wait three years on the bridge

Even the same

You and I have agreed for a hundred years

I am not afraid of eternal reincarnation

I only wish that the world will love each other for a long time

Even the same

You and I have agreed for a hundred years

Don't envy the West and enjoy endless joy

Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals

……

"This "Lianlian" is the words of love between Fusheng and me, how do you know?"

Xu Jiahui looked at Zhao Xiaoshuai, who was already in tears, with a shocked face.

"Because, every time my father takes me to your grave to worship, he will sadly recite this poem to your tombstone."

"Over time, I learned it myself. Mom, Dad, he's always missed you very much. He told me that you would always wait for him, waiting for the day he died, and you would be reunited at the Naihe Bridge......"

Zhao Xiaoshuai said with tears in his eyes.

In an instant, Xu Jiahui's confused eyes regained their clarity.

She looked at Zhao Xiaoshuai in front of her and couldn't help but leave two lines of tears.

(End of chapter)