I was a little surprised when I suddenly saw Brother Chen's expression.

Hurriedly took the birthday eight characters to check and confirmed it again and again.

In the village before, I also heard the old people talk about it.

The eight characters of birth represent a person's life, and if you write it wrong, it will naturally be 1,800 miles.

So, after I took the note, I looked at it very carefully.

Year, month and day, name strokes.

After comparing them one by one, one is right.

So he said to Brother Chen very seriously:

"Brother Chen, I didn't write it wrong. All correct. ”

When Brother Chen heard what I said, he looked at me with some shock, took a breath and said:

"Xiao Qin! Your eight characters are not simple! ”

Hearing what Brother Chen said, I was interested, and asked suspiciously:

"Brother Chen, do I have anything to say about these eight characters?"

Brother Chen picked up my eight characters and said with a wry smile:

"The year of Xin is a lunar year, the month of Gui is a lunar month, the day of Gui You is a lunar day, and the time of Ding Hai is a lunar time.

In other words, your kid's life is a yin life. ”

There was a "pop" in his heart, and he said with some shock:

"Yin fate?"

Although I don't know much about what "Yin Life" is, it's not a good name.

"That's right, you're a yin.

This kind of fate is one in ten thousand and extremely rare.

However, it's not a good thing.

This kind of life is very easy to get dirty.

And anyone who has this kind of eight characters is prone to death.

Xiao Qin, you've often bumped into strange things before, right? ”

I took a long breath, but I didn't expect my eight characters to say such a thing.

But looking back on the first 20 years, except for the early death of my parents, I followed my grandmother from childhood to adulthood.

In addition to living in poverty, I feel that I have always been safe and sound, and I have never encountered anything strange.

I shook my head:

"No, it's the first time. Even before, I didn't believe in ghosts. ”

I replied earnestly.

Chen Qiang was surprised.

In his cognition, anyone with a special eight-character personality like me is born close to a ghost and is prone to death.

People with this kind of life, it's not that if you don't provoke those dirty things, they won't show up.

These things will smell and come to the door.

This is also the reason why people with this kind of personality are extremely prone to death.

But listen to me, I was twenty years old and only hit a ghost for the first time.

He felt a little puzzled, and even suspected that I was lying.

But looking at me seriously, it really doesn't look like I'm lying, although I don't ask too much about it.

Afterwards, we walked out of the restaurant.

Came to People's Park.

It was pitch black, except for a few street lights on the side of the road.

Looking at the time, it's 9:57.

Brother Chen took off his coat and handed it to me.

Then he spoke:

"It's almost time.

Xiao Qin, just do what I told you at the restaurant, and keep walking along the road to the west.

Remember, the rooster can't stop until it starts fluttering.

Along the way, don't look back and talk to people. ”

"Brother Chen, I remember it all, don't worry."

It's a matter of life and death, how could I not remember.

Seeing that I agreed, Brother Chen nodded:

"Go ahead!"

I let out an "um" and then took Brother Chen's coat.

With the big yellow chicken in his arms, he walked west along the road walkway.

As soon as he walked a few steps, he heard Brother Chen shouting from behind.

"I'll be waiting for you right here, remember what I said to you."

"Got it, Brother Chen!"

I turned my back to him and waved.

Because Brother Chen repeatedly told me not to look back, I was very aware of this.

People's Park is close to the suburbs of the city, and after about 20 minutes of walking, the surrounding area is already very remote.

Not to mention people around the road, even if there are few cars.

Except for the "squeak" of the bugs, all that was left was the sound of my footsteps.

The big yellow chicken in his arms is very quiet.

Neck curled and motionless.

It doesn't flutter, and I don't dare to stop.

Continue walking at a normal walking pace.

After walking for more than an hour, there were no street lights around, and the surroundings became cold.

On this dim road, I walked alone at night with a yellow chicken in my arms.

The further I went, the colder I felt.

I always feel that my neck is breathable, and it is cool and cool.

With every step you take, you can hear an echo.

"Stepping on ......"

You must know that here, it has reached the open suburbs.

How can there be an echo when walking?

I felt like there was someone behind me.

I'm learning to walk, and I'm still very close......

The whole person began to get nervous, shrunk his head, clenched his hands, and didn't dare to look behind him at all.

But the yellow chicken in my arms didn't move, and I had to keep going.

I walked forward for more than ten minutes.

Suddenly, I saw a person at the entrance of the stone bridge in front of me.

Squatting at the mouth of the stone bridge, I don't know what I'm doing.

It's a little far away and can't see clearly.

A little nervous, his steps slowed down.

As I get closer.

I vaguely noticed that the person squatting at the entrance of the bridge was an old lady in gray.

She seemed to be lighting a fire

Striking a match in his hand twice.

There was no spark.

He kept talking to himself;

"Why, it just can't be drawn?"

Burning paper and incense at the bridge, I know this.

I've heard the older generation say that this is called "customs clearance and buying roads".

It is said that the dead cannot cross the water, although there is a bridge, but the bridge is for the living.

Some of the dead souls can't see the bridge, so they need to burn money to attract incense and show the way to the dead souls.

There is also a theory that the bridge is guarded by ghosts and priests.

Burning money and lighting incense is to give them filial piety.

Then the ghost and god officials have filial piety, and they will let the souls of the dead pass by, which is also called road money.

In this way, the souls of the dead who have been exiled will be able to return home.

And it has to be done at night.

Therefore, when I saw this old lady, I was not so nervous.

This should be to burn money for the dead relatives and light the incense to guide the way.

I hugged the yellow chicken and continued walking.

But just arrived at the bridge.

The old lady who was striking a match stood up suddenly.

When she got up, she startled me.

I saw the old lady in front of me, drenched, as if she had just crawled out of the water.

His face was pale and puffy, and his eyes were black and he couldn't see the pupils at all.

Wet droplets of water ran down her face to her chin.

"Tick tock" kept falling, and after a while, her feet were already wet.

The water stains are still flowing down my side......

She looked up at me, bowed her head slightly, and said in a very hoarse voice:

"Young man, my aunt's match is wet. Can you borrow a fire ......?"