Elder Fang said that he came to Hong Kong Island from the mainland that year and joined a distant uncle of his, who opened a martial arts gym and had many disciples under his hands. At that time, there were many martial arts halls on Hong Kong Island, which were the prototype of the current community.

In those years, there were many people who swam to Hong Kong Island, and even more people died at sea in the middle of swimming.

That night, as soon as he got into the water, it began to rain heavily, thunder and lightning roared, wind and rain raged, he swam desperately for a long time, and finally he could not swim, his vision was blurred, and the whole sea was pitch black, and there was no end in sight.

He thought he was about to die, but he didn't expect a driftwood to float on the sea, so he lay on the driftwood and fainted.

I don't know how long it took, he woke up and found himself lying on a beach, he was very happy, he thought he had arrived on Hong Kong Island, and when he got up, he saw a large forest in front of him, and he walked in the woods for a long time, and finally saw a village.

It was a typical fishing village, with tiled houses, which looked very backward, similar to the mainland at that time.

He was a little surprised, didn't they all say that Hong Kong Island was full of gold, and people were so rich? Why do you still look so poor?

He was a little skeptical, was this really to Hong Kong Island? Could it be that it will drift back to the mainland with the sea?

He was tired and hungry at this time, so he wanted to go into the village and ask for something to eat. As soon as he walked into the village, he realized that the village was very strange.

In the village, the doors and windows of every house are closed, and you can see that there are people inside, but no one comes out to move around, and they don't make a fire to cook. He knocked on the doors of several houses in a row, but no one opened.

He had no choice but to continue walking inside, and as he walked, he saw a three-entry house, which seemed to be lived by a landlord in the old society. There are two white lanterns hanging under the eaves, the word "lay" is written on the lanterns, and white silk is hung on the lintel, apparently someone who has just died and is doing a funeral.

The door was not closed, he knocked on the door, but no one answered, and went in.

Entering the door is a patio, opposite the patio is the main hall, on the main hall is a coffin, several people are sitting in front of the coffin, is keeping a watch.

Generally, when doing funerals, guests are invited to eat, and he wants to eat a meal, so he walks in, picks up incense, and gives three incense sticks to the owner of the coffin.

He looked sideways, and found three women sitting next to the coffin, all three women were wearing white veils, the veil was a little strange, covering the whole head, and then there were three looms in front of the three of them, and the three of them were weaving cloth unhurriedly.

He chuckled in his heart, and suddenly remembered that he had heard someone say a long time ago that there was a strange custom in some places in the coastal areas, after people died, in addition to wearing a shroud, they also had to wear a white veil, called a face coat, which is said to be a tradition handed down from the Tang Dynasty.

He went up to greet the three women, who paid no attention to him and spun the cloth on their own.

At that time, he was young and vigorous, and he relied on his martial arts, and he was not afraid of these gods and ghosts at all, so he came out of the mourning hall and went to the back room to find something to eat.

There was no one in the back room, and there was no light, so he touched the kitchen and turned it over for a long time before he turned out two steamed buns that had been rancid.

He devoured the steamed buns, still feeling hungry, but he could only endure it, and he was so sleepy that he found a room to go into, fell into the bed, and fell asleep.

I don't know how long he slept, but he heard a rustling sound in the house, and woke up at once.

It was not dawn outside, and it was dark in the room, so he got out of bed, but found something strange under his feet, and touched the ground, and when he picked it up, it was hair.

The whole house, the floor was covered with hair.

The hair was filled with a strong fishy smell, as if it had just been fished out of the sea, and it was wet to the touch.

He was so shocked that he hurriedly returned to bed and found that he had a few hairs on his feet, and he tore them off, only to find that those hairs had grown on the soles of his feet.

He gritted his teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and tore the hairs out of his flesh raw, tearing his feet full of blood.

The hair didn't crawl up to the bed, but surged on the ground for a while, then suddenly receded.

He was so frightened that he hurried out of the house, not daring to go out of the front hall, but from the backyard.

He trotted all the way out of the village and back to the beach, but his stomach ached so hard that his belly began to swell like something was about to crawl out of his belly.

He suddenly remembered that Qi Niang had given him a pill, saying that if he encountered something like a ghost, he could eat the pill.

He kept carrying the things that Qi Niang gave him, touched it, bit open the wax pill, and inside was a red pill, he swallowed it in one gulp, and it didn't take long for his stomach to move.

The movement was still very loud, like thunder or drumming, and it sounded for half an hour, and he went to the forest several times to pull his stomach, and instead of dung, he pulled out clumps of black hair.

After pulling, he felt relaxed.

He finally understood that this was definitely not Hong Kong Island, and that he might have arrived in a very terrifying place, so he found the driftwood from before, jumped into the sea, and drifted with the water.

After four days at sea, he starved to death, and finally met a fishing boat from Hong Kong Island, rescued him, and sent him to Hong Kong Island, where he survived.

Later, he found his uncle, followed his uncle to fight the world, and created a foundation.

Forty years later, this event is still hidden in the depths of his memory, and he used to dream in his youth that he was still on that horrible island, with horrible hair everywhere.

After listening to the story, I thought carefully about the record in the book, and said, "Elder Fang, you may have encountered a ghost island. ”

"Ghost Island?" Old Fang's face was a little pale.

I nodded, "Legend has it that in ancient times, when people went out to sea to fish, after experiencing storms, they would occasionally end up on some strange islands, which could not be found on the map. The islands are sometimes filled with quirky uninhabited villages, sometimes crowded markets, sometimes with high mansions, and where people have met beautiful women to stay overnight. However, these islands are not real islands, but ghost islands of people who have drowned in the sea, turned into resentment! If you go to Ghost Island, you will die for a lifetime, and even if you come back, you will die of a serious illness. Old Fang, you are lucky, you have the pill from my grandmother, and you made a quick decision to leave on driftwood, otherwise you would probably not have died forty years ago. ”

Fang Lao said: "Is my illness today also related to the ghost island back then?" ”

I said, "Back then, you took my grandmother's pill, which was called 'Eight Poison Red Pills', which was made from eight precious poisons, and it had a miraculous effect on eliminating the resentment that invaded the body. After you take this medicine, the resentment in your body must have been cleared away, and today's illness is also caused by the resentment of ghosts, but it has only recently been infected. ”

Old Man Fang was old and refined, and immediately heard something in my words: "I haven't gone out recently, where did I get resentful?" ”

Instead of answering his question immediately, I asked, "When did your wife get married?" ”

A gleam flashed in Elder Fang's eyes: "What do you mean...... Ah Jing has a problem? ”

I smiled and said, "Can you tell me about your wife?" ”

Fang Lao said that his little wife, named Zeng Jing, came from the mainland and came to his house to work as a servant. Because she looks very much like my grandmother Qi Niang, Fang Lao took a fancy to her at once, she was also very good to Fang Lao, very considerate, and took care of her, Fang Lao, who had never been married in her life, married her as his wife.

At first, many people objected, because this woman was forty years younger than the old man, and she had a son who dragged oil bottles. But Fang Lao Li overrode public opinion and held a wedding with Zeng Jing.

Fang Lao said that he had thought about Qi Niang all his life, and now he was about to enter the ground, and it was impossible to marry Qi Niang, and it was a matter of heart to marry someone who looked like Qi Niang.

I was a little speechless, grandma, grandma, you see how deeply you hurt this man.

After Zeng Jing and Fang Lao got married, everything was normal, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

I said, "Old Fang, think about it again, when did your illness begin?" Did anything strange happen before the symptoms appeared? ”

Fang Lao thought for a while and said, "It's not strange, it's just that I saw a tablet in Zeng Jing's bedroom. ”