This coin seemed to emit a very dazzling light, piercing my eyes so strongly that my eyes were extremely painful.

I was completely dumbfounded, how could the five dark coins that had been crumpled and thrown into the trash by me appear in the drawer again?

"Chen Mu, thank you for your hard work."

Just as I was thinking about this, Huang Kunren walked in from the door with a smile, he still had breakfast in his hand, and after putting the breakfast on the table, he looked at me and asked me without saying anything, "What's wrong?" ”

I shook my head when I came back to my senses, but said that I was a little tired, and I was relieved that he was here, and then packed my things and planned to go home.

At this moment, he stopped me and said to me: "Chen Mu, Liu Xiaohua's death was accidental, don't think too much." ”

I nodded, but didn't reply. I walked straight out of the convenience store, went under the carport, took out my bicycle and pedaled in the direction of home.

I don't know what to tell him about the Stygian coin. Huang Kunren is an older person than me, and he may have encountered more things than me, so I can only let go of this matter.

When I got home, I went straight to bed and went back to sleep. My mother is a woman in her forties, and because she has no time to maintain her skin in middle age, her skin looks a little saggy, and wrinkles have climbed up her forehead, and there are a few gray hairs on her sideburns.

When my mother saw me coming back, she beckoned me to eat, and after I said that I would not eat, she threw her small backpack aside and went into her room to sleep.

But I couldn't fall asleep while lying in bed, and those things kept haunting me all the time, making me unable to sleep for a long time.

"Muzi, I've gone to work in the fields, and the food is on the table."

When I heard my mother's voice, I answered and sat up. Through the glass of the window, I watched my mother leave with her hoe, followed by the sound of the door being shut.

I knew my mom was working, but I still couldn't sleep, so I went out into the yard, turned on the faucet, washed my face, and I didn't even wipe it.

Let the sweat run down my cheeks, drip on my clothes, and drip on the ground.

The sun is slowly creeping up, and the temperature is rising. My body was a little hot from the sun, so I took off my black short sleeves and went to the room.

After turning on the fan, I took out my pen and paper, thought about the series of things that had happened, and recorded them.

I wrote the five words of Liu Xiaohua's deceased in the middle of the paper, and then wrote a spell underneath, a dark coin next to it, and a vehicle without a license plate, the man from the Northeast.

Wait, just then, I suddenly remembered something. Yes, the car without a license plate, the car driven by the Northeast man, and the money he gave me.

If he deliberately gave it to me, and treat that Northeast man as a human for the time being, how did his car get on the highway? It's something I've never figured out.

If you take this Northeast man as not a human being...

I didn't dare to continue thinking about it, maybe it was really like I didn't dare to continue thinking about it. If that's the case, then I'm probably really running into something unclean.

The highway was officially opened to traffic last year, and it took three years to build before it opened. Before it was built, I remember that it was a field of crops, and I remember that very clearly.

My house is about fifteen miles off the back of the highway, and there is a village about twelve miles south of the gas station, and my aunt is from that village. In the past, when I visited relatives, I often passed by from somewhere, so I knew that it was a crop field.

But some are not just crops, others are graves. There are more or less than 20 graves there, and my father used to say that those 20 graves were buried in a family because they offended people who were very bad during the Republic of China.

Speaking of which, it's been decades now. It wasn't until two years ago that the construction of this highway began, which directly pressed the twenty graves of all sizes into the current Qinglan Expressway.

Liu Xiaohua gave me a dream, could this be the reason? Those who died, came back for revenge?

It's all my guess, I can't confirm it. I don't have the guts to witness the honor of ghosts, unless I'm really crazy and not afraid of death.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, accompanied by an old voice.

"Anyone? Give me something to eat! ”

When you hear this, you know that it is a meal. Now the people who ask for food are really tricky, and they don't want to eat, just asking for money. And I don't have a good face for these people at all, I have my hands and feet not to make money, but I use this kind of deceptive means, which is too hateful.

I ignored him, but then there was another knock on the door, and I got a little angry, picked up a steamed bun from the table and walked out. If he wants this steamed bun, if he wants money, I will not hesitate to blow him away.

When the door was opened, a man dressed in tatters, with a face covered in dirt and a few flies circling around him. His hair was a little unkempt, and I couldn't tell how old he was, but he was at least fifty years old. It also smelled bad and made me a little nauseous.

"Give." I covered my nose with one hand and handed him the steamed bun with the other.

"Thank you, thank you." After the beggar took the steamed bun, he didn't think his hands were dirty, and after picking up the white steamed bun, the steamed bun turned black and bit directly into his mouth.

He was so funny, I took one look at him, then closed the door and went back to my room. But as soon as I sat down, there was another knock at the door.

This old man is not finished?

I walked out, then looked at him and asked him angrily, "What else are you doing?" Want money? ”

The old man also saw my anger, and hurriedly apologized and said, "No, I just wanted to drink saliva, and I was choked on eating steamed buns just now." ”

I don't look at this old man as a liar, he is much better than the beggars who ask for money, at least he doesn't go into someone's house without their consent. The door to my house was closed and not locked, and he only knocked on the door and didn't enter, which made me feel a little bit good about him.

"Come in and have a drink!"

I opened the gate of the yard, and the door was made of wood, because this house was older than me, and it was the house where my parents were married. So when the door opens and closes, it creaks.

"Thank you, thank you." The old man kept clasping his hands into fists and thanked me. I let him into the courtyard, then I took a bowl from my room, took a bowl of water, and handed it to him.

"Thank you, young man, and I will repay you." The old man gave me back the bowl, and then he clenched his fists and bowed. I smiled, and didn't take it seriously, if you really have the ability, what do you need to eat?

After sending the old man away, I picked up the bowl and prepared to wash it, but I found that there was a word at the bottom of the bowl - life.