Deathly silence.

The river looked very tense, but there didn't seem to be anyone around.

I didn't dare to speak rashly, until Jiang Shui seemed to relieve some of the tension, and then I said, "No one." ”

"Maybe I'm too nervous, but the atmosphere is more ...... than seeing a ghost."

As if he didn't know how to describe his current mood and state, Jiang Shui didn't continue.

We stood at the door of the cabin.

The door is right, it can be opened casually.

But the two of us stood at the door and brewed for a long time before I opened the door.

The wooden house is not that big, and there is only one room in it.

A table, a bamboo bed.

There was also an oil lamp on the table, and it worked.

Jiang Shui carefully lit the oil lamp, and the inside immediately lit up a lot.

"Ever lived?" Glancing at it, Jiang Shui muttered to himself.

There is no quilt on the bed.

There was an oil lamp on the table, and a water glass, an old-fashioned jar.

Next to the corner of the bed, a wooden table was nailed to the wall.

On top are small bowls and cups for worship.

But there is no place for incense.

On the wall, strange content is also written.

But it's not words, it's like a string of numbers.

It's written in black pen, and because the wood is surrounded by walls of wood, it won't look so clear now.

Just when I was taking a closer look, Jiang Shui muttered disdainfully, "These people are really unqualified, sooner or later they will die and write their names on the Hades book." ”

"What?" I immediately looked over.

It turns out that there are very small characters written on the walls in many places.

So-and-so came here for a visit.

So-and-so and so-and-so visited here.

"It seems that before the ghost road has an accident, the wooden house should be able to enter casually, but it remains the original appearance, and it is not allowed to touch the things inside, you see the oil lamp and water tank on the table, etc., should be original." I immediately whispered.

"Well, these people, wherever they go to play, they like to visit here, really, sooner or later write their names on the Hades book, and they think they have a sense of existence, this wooden house is also late in the accident, or maybe they can take away a lot of such goods."

I smiled, and the nameless fire of the river also somewhat relieved the tense atmosphere.

"What are you looking at?" The river came over.

When he saw the string of numbers on the wall, he immediately muttered, "This shouldn't be left by these disgusting tourists, it seems that it is still being worshipped?" Enshrined in numbers? ”

I looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally I could see the numbers clearly.

1986913.

Because it's all connected, it seems that this person is a little strange when it is written.

In short, the numbers are very distorted, so it is difficult to distinguish them, and in some places they are even directly connected.

"1986913, it seems to be." The river also saw it.

1986913.

How does it feel so familiar?

September 13, 1986?

The day I was born?

I was so frightened that I stepped back and sat down on the stool next to me.

Seeing me like this, Jiang Shui immediately looked nervously and asked, "What's wrong?" A string of numbers scares you like this? ”

Looking at the river, I slowed down for a long time before I spoke, "1986913, year." ”

Jiang Shui immediately looked over and said in surprise, "Yes, if you are talking about the year, it is September 13, 1986, what's the problem?" Is it this time to stay? That's 26 years now! ”

Jiang Shui suddenly realized something, turned to look at me and said in astonishment, "Could this number be your ......?"

I don't want to admit it and face it, but I can only bite the bullet and say, "September 13, 1986, the day I was born. ”

Jiang Shui immediately shuddered, and walked quickly away from the place where he was standing just now.

The two of us didn't speak for a while.

In the end, it was Jiang Shui who broke the deadlock, looked at me and said, "Lin Agou, why is your date of birth written here, this can't be a coincidence, right?" It's also too coincidental. ”

Jiang Shui suddenly reacted, looked at me and said, "Could it be that your grandfather left it again?" ”

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

My whole body is wooden.

His hands were numb, and his head was still blank.

I don't know how to answer Jiang Shui at all.

Jiang Shui walked over again and looked at the small bowls and cups on the altar.

"Lin Agou, no, this is an offering to the dead, your grandfather can't curse you to die in advance, he is trying to find a way to pave the way for you to continue your life, this is wrong, this is to worship the dead." The more he talked, the more scared he became, and the river kept trembling.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world.

Grandpa left a clue about Zhao Yan in Qingshan Town in my notebook.

Zhao Yan is indeed in Qingshan Town, although he can't explain how his grandfather could be unpredictable.

The object of my life is also Zhao Yan.

Then Zhao Yan left a clue for us to come to this ghost road.

We found this wooden house again, and there were actually dead people enshrined in it.

Although there are no spiritual tablets and no names, these things are dedicated to the dead.

The number written on the table is still 1986913.

These are the years and months of the dead.

That's the date of my birth.

Not the day of death, but the day of birth.

Because since I was born, I was actually a dead man.

Everything is perfectly matched.

So I'm pretty sure that this string of numbers, this offering, is for me.

What's going on? What the hell is going on?