Before leaving, He Yanqiu explained a few words to Zhou Yang and Ma Chao, and then drove an off-road car and took Song Miao and Song Xiaoman out of town.

Master Baima's residence is not in the town, but at the foot of a mountain more than ten kilometers away from the town.

In the past, you had to climb a mountain, and the road spiraled through the cliffs.

The scenery on the road is good.

In Molin Town after the rain, the clouds are like cotton candy, suspended in the blue sky.

It's just that Song Miao doesn't have much spiritual appreciation.

The headache and the winding road are not easy to walk, so she is still a little sick, so the whole process is very quiet, listlessly curled up in the passenger seat and stares out the window.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped on the side of the road.

Across a sandy ridge, Song Miao saw a small two- or three-story building made of stone.

Song Miao asked, "Arrived?" ”

He Yanqiu hummed, took a bottle of mineral water and pushed the car door to get out of the car first.

Song Miao didn't get out of the car in a hurry, but looked around, and behind the small building was a mountain with sparse vegetation and a little bare.

As far as the eye could see, there were no other buildings around except the small building.

Hearing a dog barking, Song Miao looked at the small building again, only to see an old man with a somewhat stiff figure coming out of the house, as if staring at them, and sweeping the ground with a broom.

Song Miao took Song Xiaoman out of the car and walked along the path on the ridge to the small building, He Yanqiu drank half a bottle of mineral water in one hand and followed behind with a cigarette in the other.

When he saw someone coming, the old man did not greet him, still holding a broom and drying on the concrete floor, only the big black dog tied to the corner kept barking at them.

After getting closer, Song Miao found that Master Baima's hair was gray, and only a layer of skin was left on his face that was pulled down by gravity, and his legs and feet were not very good, and he was lame step by step.

"Master Baima." Song Miao clasped her hands together and called out.

Baima still didn't look up at them, but said in a hoarse voice, "I can't help you with what you are asking for, please go back." ”

Song Miao smiled: "We didn't speak, how can the master know that he can't help?" ”

Hearing this, Baima finally stopped, and when she looked up, there were almost only the whites of her eyes left, and the black eyeballs were almost a small dot.

Her gaze paused on Song Miao's face for a moment, then looked at Song Xiaoman, and finally looked back and forth between Song Miao and the three of them, and finally there was a trace of fear on her numb face, but it returned to normal in an instant.

Bai Ma leaned her back and continued to sweep the drying materials: "The girl is very capable, why do you want to come to me, an old woman, for help?" ”

Song Miao said: "Master, I came today to inquire about someone with you. ”

She took out a photo from her bag and handed it to Bai Ma: "Her name is Zhou Yao." Two years ago, in June, she came to Molin Town for a tour, and her whereabouts are still unknown, do you know where she is? ”

In the photo, a young girl in a blue jacket stands on the top of a snowy mountain, with layers of clouds behind her, smiling brightly at the camera with her arms outstretched.

She has a very happy family and parents who love her.

She is very beautiful, kind and excellent, and her teachers, friends, and classmates like her.

Originally, the trajectory of her life should have been unbridled and happy, but it all came to an end two years ago in June.

When Zhou Yao died, he was only twenty years old.

She never thought that she would die of her kindness.

Master Baima stared at the photograph, the small black dot in her eyes trembled uneasily, and she looked up at the sky, her dark wrinkled lips moving.

On the way back, Song Miao asked, "He Yanqiu, do you believe in ghosts?" ”

He Yanqiu said: "I didn't believe it before. ”

Song Miao raised her eyebrows: "That means, believe it now?" She looked at He Yanqiu silently for a moment, saw that he didn't speak, and said, "Then you should know that Miss Ming's 'illness' is what she deserves." ”