The young man stood outside the fence and looked at it for a long time, and inside was a two-room earthen hut, and in the courtyard was a grass pavilion supported by three wooden pillars, and in the pavilion there were tables and benches, and in the middle of the table were placed clay pots and two tea bowls.

Stone and wood are used for dwellings in this area, and earthen houses are not common. The young man looked carefully for a long time, and the table in the triangular pavilion was clean, and it should be someone living here, but in the middle of the night, I don't know when the master's house will come out.

It is naturally convenient to knock on the door, but someone solemnly warned him that some doors cannot be knocked, such as the yard in the deep mountains and old forests.

I heard that if you knock on the door, the inside of the door may change, and you may never be able to get out again.

He was a man of letters, so he didn't believe it, but the man told him that there was a strange man living in this house, and that if you knocked on the door, he would ignore you, and would not go in until he was willing to see him.

He wanted to knock on the door but was afraid that he would never be able to enter again, and if he didn't knock on the door, he was in a hurry, so he could only wander around the yard in panic, waiting from the night to the present.

Not to mention the cold in the mountains and forests in the middle of the night, there have long been rumors in the vicinity that there are cannibal monsters in the vicinity at night, of course he doesn't believe in cannibalism, but it always makes people panic.

He was thinking about whether to come back tomorrow morning, when he suddenly heard the door squeaking inside, and he looked up busily, and a tall and thin young man walked out.

The man, dressed in a black robe and holding something in his hand, walked to the door as if he were walking under the moon.

"Is there a post?" The man asked, his voice clear, but a little lacking in breath.

He hurriedly took out a letter from his bag and handed it over the door, the man took it, and then there was the sound of tearing the envelope.

The gate of this courtyard was only made of several wooden planks of different widths, and the young man observed this person through the cracks, his face was not very clear, but his complexion was abnormally white, and he did not look like a living person.

It must have been a man who had been ill for a long time, he guessed, and the man inside had finished reading the letter, but did not immediately open the door to him.

"Leave money behind the door." The man said again.

The young man was stunned, why did he have to pay for it? I had to dig out two oceans in my bag and hand them over, but I didn't expect the man to shake his head through the door after the result, and still refused to open the door for him.

"Not enough."

He had to find three more pieces and hand them over.

The man shook his head, "Not enough." ”

Not enough? The young man was puzzled, and gave three more to the man.

The man took the eight pieces of ocean in his hand and flipped them, and finally nodded his head and opened the door for him.

When he entered, and before he could ask a question, the man put his index finger to his mouth and motioned for him not to speak.

The young man was suspicious, but he felt that this person was really abnormal, and he asked him for eight oceans when he entered the door, and he was not allowed to speak, which was a bit of a charlatan.

The man led him into the pavilion, took out two white candles under the table, and placed one in front of them, and then took out of his sleeve a small yellow piece of paper, lit it with a match, and lit the candle with the fire on the paper.

The young man couldn't help but be happy when he saw this scene, couldn't he just light it with a match? Isn't that a wasted effort?

After doing this, the man looked at him and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Seeing that he was down to business, the young man took out a second letter from his bag, and the seal of the letter had a fire paint mark like that of a Westerner, as proof that it had not been opened.

"I have been entrusted by an old friend, please help." He said.

The man took the letter, but this time he read it for a long time.

"Didn't enough people die last year? I thought there would always be people who would give up. The man said.

When the young man heard this, his expression was grim, and he said: "The goal of my generation's study is to save the people from fire and water, so why retreat? Now that the situation is critical, a new regime is urgently needed to lead us, and for this reason, we will not hesitate to wait for the blood to stain the loess. ”

The passionate words were not half moved when the man heard them. When he had finished reading the letter, he put it on the candle and burned it, and when the fire on the white candle touched the letter, it glowed slightly green.

"You go back, everyone has their own fate, and your conditions are not enough for me to make a move." He said lightly.

As soon as he heard this, the young man was a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "As long as you put forward what you want, we will definitely raise it as soon as possible, as long as Mr. is willing to help!" ”

The man raised his eyelids and gave him a cold look, then turned his head to the courtyard.

"You know, there are more than just living people in this world." He said, "When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, but not every ghost can be reincarnated immediately. ”

"First, the unjustly deceased; Second, suicides. These two kinds of people have not yet reached the end of their yang life, and they are not yet reincarnated, so they can only linger in the yang world until the time when they should have died. ”

After speaking, the man asked coldly, "Do you understand what I mean?" ”

The young man was suddenly shocked by this look, as if it was not the gaze of a living person.

"Sir, I laughed, what kind of ghosts are there in this world?" He said with a dry laugh.

The man also smiled slightly, raised his hand and poured himself a cup of cold tea.

"Naturally, this kind of thing, naturally believe it, and if you don't believe it, you don't have it." He said, taking a sip slowly, "You also know that now there are internal and external troubles, people's lives are in fire and water, and more people die at this time. ”

This is a clear excuse, but the young man still refuses to give up.

"But the gentleman can accept the post, not to say ......," he said, before he came to ask the client, said that as long as the person took the post, there would be a reply.

The man lowered his head and drank the tea, taking small sips until the bowl of tea was drunk and the young man was already impatient, and then put down the tea bowl.

"That's the way it goes." He mused, "It seems that I still lack an answer for you, but are you sure this is the answer you want?" ”

He tapped the flame of the candle with his fingertips, and a small wisp of flame jumped up, and as soon as it touched his skin, the fire turned blue, and he didn't feel that it was hot, so he played with it in his hand.

The young man wondered how a fire could be lit in his hands, but he had heard of the bluffing tricks in the world, and thought that it should be similar.

The blue light of the fire flashed in the man's eyes, and it was particularly strange against his pale skin.

"Many people don't see me once in their lives, you have an answer, but it doesn't necessarily mean a certain thing, do you want to think again?" He asked again.

The young man couldn't help but be stunned, the meaning of these words made him think about it, is an answer equivalent to an answer, an answer to anything? He didn't believe that a person could know so many things, so if he was stumped, could he get that person to help?

He secretly looked at the man, he looked only about twenty years old, and he was weak and weak, and at a glance it made people feel that this person was dying soon, and he didn't look like a powerful person.

With this in mind, he made up his mind and asked, "I want to know how this can be done!" ”

What they want to accomplish is an earth-shattering event, and it is not at all decided by a single person or a certain thing, so it is impossible for anyone to answer this question.

The man's face was as usual, he poured another bowl of tea, took a sip and put it down, and replied: "I really can't give an accurate answer to this question. He paused slightly, a chuckle on his lips, and continued, "But I know of a person who you can get twice the result with half the effort if you get rid of him now." ”

The young man didn't expect this person to dare to give an answer, and whether it was true or not, his face never changed from beginning to end, as if he had expected what he would ask.

But when the words had already been spoken, he could only answer, and he asked, "Who is this man?" ”

The man took out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve, dipped it in a little tea, and wrote down a few words one by one.

"This son is different from ordinary people, and he must be careful." The man said, pushing the paper in front of him.

The young man took a look, but found that he didn't know the name on the paper at all, first, he was not an official of the authorities, and second, he was not a social celebrity, and it was probably a problem to find this person in a short time.

The man knew that he had questions, and he didn't wait for him to ask, so he said, "This person has appeared in Wuzhong recently, and I don't know the rest." Just remember that after this opportunity, this person will always become a big problem. ”

With a wave of his hand, the flame on the white candle was immediately extinguished, and the pavilion was completely dark. The man got up, went out between the two pillars of the pavilion, and walked the way he came.

The young man will get up and follow the door in disbelief, what impact can one person have on the major events that change this era? However, as the old saying goes, "If you can run, a monk can't run the temple", if this person doesn't exist at all, or if it's useless, he will come back to ask for the law.

Thinking so, he said in front of the door: "I will definitely bring the words of the gentleman truthfully, and if there is a change, I am afraid that I will come to disturb me again." ”

The man smiled, but he didn't know what he meant.

When they had gone, he closed the courtyard door and returned to the pavilion and sat down, but the candle was not lit. The light was pitifully dim in the deep night, and he looked at the empty courtyard for a moment, and then smiled.

"You see, I'm not lying. Killing him was enough to change a lot of things. He said, as if he were talking to someone, and the silence was eerie.

After a while, he sighed lightly: "I used him, but I was originally a dying person, but through his hands, the only variable was eliminated, and it is a big deal to ensure the peace of my array family for a hundred years, as for retribution, am I still afraid of retribution?" ”

The breeze swirled in the courtyard, bringing with it the hum of the branches and leaves in the forest, lingering as if it were talking.

"You don't have to blame me, now neither I nor the families have no way out, for the continuation of the family, I must bear these retributions, if this thing succeeds, even if I die, it will be worth it." He murmured, but his face grew paler, as if it were going to fade away at any moment.

After a long time, the courtyard fell silent, and the man drank the empty bowl of tea, got up and walked back to the house.