I said I don't know, I've been driving forward. How can this be such a long way to the hospital?

Uncle Liqin reconfirmed with me that I didn't make a halfway turn.

He said, "Slow down, I'll see." Uncle Liqin put his upper body in the front row to look, the front was still foggy, and he could only see the uneven mud road under the lights.

It stands to reason that you can get to Shenjiazhuang in 20 minutes, and when you arrive at the village intersection of Shenjiazhuang, turn right and keep walking, and you will arrive at the health center in about ten minutes. But.... We didn't get stuck in the car along the way, we drove for more than half an hour. Uncle Liqin told me.

I hurriedly asked: Did we go down a fork in the road in the first place?

Uncle Liqin is also a little skeptical: It stands to reason that it shouldn't be. The Qi family's woodland has passed just now...

At this time our car passed through the fog. The night can still be clearly seen under the high beams, and there is a woodland in front of it.

I muttered that there was a grave again, and it didn't feel right right away.

Why is there a mud puddle that is not big or small, this damn it, it seems to be back to the place where the car was stuck just now!

I glanced at the watch in the car, half past nine in the evening. The fog was still a little gray, but I could still see the road clearly.

Uncle Liqin opened the car door and said, "This is not the right way, I'll go down and take a look." So I got out of the car and observed the situation.

There was the skinny man in the car taking care of my cousin, and I asked about my cousin's condition. The thin man said that he was a doctor, and that his cousin was not doing well now, and that although he knew some first aid, the sooner he got to the hospital, the better.

I was very anxious when I heard this, and immediately got out of the car to check the road conditions.

I saw Uncle Liqin standing there anxiously watching, I wanted to ask him if this road was right, but before I could open my mouth, my eyes had already glanced at the road.

The corn stalks are still there, and I put the rocks as well, and the location of the pit hasn't changed. But there was not a single red brick, a few cracked green bricks were noticeable. I just took down all the bricks from the grave and put them on the cart.

The clear indentations of the tires on the mud road are obviously the appearance of a car just passing by.

It's really the place where the car got stuck just now! My scalp began to tingle, and three words came to mind: ghost hitting the wall.

I was very panicked at this time, and wanted to ask Uncle Liqin how to go on the road, but we obviously ran back again!

As soon as I called him, Uncle Liqin turned his head and said to me: Get in the car quickly! Hurry up.

It seemed that he was starting to get nervous too, so I didn't think about it again and got into the car right away.

This time, I drove very carefully, staring at the road ahead with wide eyes, for fear of making a mistake halfway. I'm sure I'm really driving a road that winds its way forward without any turns. It's just a dark patch, and the visual distance is only ten meters ahead.

The thin black man in the back row asked me what was going on with Uncle Liqin, and I told him what had just happened. The thin man didn't speak, and he was probably a little scared. Thanks to the three of us and one patient, at least I can strengthen my courage, and if I were alone, I would have been paralyzed by fright.

In the dark I drove for another ten minutes. When I saw the same mud puddles and woodlands again, my hands were shaking beyond the steering wheel.

The blood in my veins is cold, and it is really every vein in my body that is transporting cool air.

I didn't dare to get out of the car this time, so I turned my head to look at Uncle Liqin who was sitting in the passenger seat, and he didn't say anything else, just motioned for me to continue driving.

This time I was nervous all over, but my brain felt less focused and even a little tired. My feet trembled and I stepped on the accelerator, and it drove a little slowly.

After another twenty minutes or so, when I saw the grave on the side of the road and the same mud puddle again, I shook uncontrollably, as if I had sprinkled a big bubble of urine at more than ten degrees below zero.

I almost bleed my eyes along the way, and I was sure I didn't make a turn halfway through, and I didn't even hit the steering wheel much.

But every time I go back to this hellish place, there are graves everywhere. I glanced nervously at it and didn't dare to look closely, but this time I saw that all the graves next to me were pressed with stones and brand-new paper money. And just now I took those stones down and put them on the cart, why did the stones go back again?

What's going on here? Could it be that the owner of the tomb was angry with me for taking their stones, and wanted to prank me in this way? Or maybe someone passed by on the way and kindly pressed the stone on the grave owner again?

I looked at Uncle Liqin nervously, at this time he was about to collapse mentally, and obviously had no idea, but because of the face of the elders, after all, they were all a family with a surname, and it was also his instinctive idea to protect the younger generations at this time.

Uncle Liqin said to me at this time: Xiaomin, we may encounter dirty things, have you brought cigarettes? I've heard that if you can't find the way, it's best to be filial to the one who stands in the way.... The immortals.

I didn't have an idea at this time, and when I heard Uncle Qin say this, I immediately took it out of my pocket, and really let me take out half a bag of Hongta Mountain.

At this time, I couldn't be afraid, I opened the car door in a panic and walked behind Uncle Liqin.

Under the headlights, the side of the road is a typical woodland in rural Shandong, where the graves of several ancestors are scattered high, and the shorter ones next to them should be buried with the female relatives of the family. In the distance, it was pitch black and invisible, but it was faintly a forest.

I shuddered and took out three cigarettes, covered my hands with Uncle Liqin and lit them with a lighter. Uncle Liqin walked over to pay respects to the ancestors nearby. The cigarette was lit, and Uncle Liqin immediately walked towards the nearest grave, and I followed behind.

He walked to several tombstones, and suddenly stopped moving, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

The more afraid people are, the richer their imagination becomes, and they can't control it at all. I thought it would be like a horror movie, for example, Uncle Liqin was motionless, and then I turned my head to look at him again, and he would instantly turn into a zombie with blood on his face, pounce on me and bite my neck.

So I glanced at him lightly to see that he hadn't turned into a zombie, but his eyes were looking forward, and the flesh on his cheeks was still twitching.

I looked in the direction he was looking at, and through the blurred light of the headlights, I saw that it was engraved: The tomb of Qian Gonghui Aihua, behind the grave is a large black coffin!

Qian Aihua, this name is too familiar to me, it is the dead second uncle!