Chen Yu obviously doesn't like to listen to what I say, but her attitude has indeed changed since we were in danger together. She doesn't get into unnecessary arguments with me. In short, she is determined to wait for that bullshit Brother Wen.
What he said really made me more curious and wanted to see what kind of character this Brother Wen was.
But on the second day of our stay, Chen Yu answered the phone and took me on our journey. We traveled to Anyang, where I finally met Brother Wen, who Chen Yu had always regarded as Superman.
The moment I saw Brother Wen, I almost burst into tears. I always thought that Brother Wen was so mighty and majestic. Even if he was not as good as Mr. Guan, he at least looked like a strategist, because from what Chen Yu said
It can be heard here that Brother Wen is the equivalent of a think tank in the gang. The final decision-maker of the gang is Aunt Yu, but the planner of these decisions is basically Brother Wen.
But the real Brother Wen is in his forties, about 1.65 meters tall, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, two rows of teeth yellowed by smoke, and slightly bald. Brother Wen seems not to be able to see the enthusiasm in my eyes.
He shook hands with me. When I shook hands with him, a strong sense of self-confidence jumped from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. I think my figure is more than enough to be a male model compared to Brother Wen.
Brother Wen is a damn big smoker. As soon as he sat down to talk, he wished he could hold a cigarette between his ten fingers and put it in his mouth to suck on it. The smoke made an old smoker like me cough. But this guy
He really spoke well. He asked about our situation and reassured us that it was normal for our actions to fail and setbacks. He then said that the ghost curse was not a very important matter. I had a look of doubt on my face and suspected that he was bragging. Brother Wen
He flicked the ashes from his cigarette, smiled calmly, and asked us to go with him. This matter was directly related to our wealth and life, so I had to ask more carefully, but Brother Wen refused to say anything else and only said that he would take us to find him.
A very powerful person.
We set off that day, took the train, then reversed the car, and arrived at Tongbai in the early morning of the next day. This was originally a tourist destination with beautiful scenery and cultural heritage, but I didn't care about that. Brother Wen is very good at building relationships.
, I became very familiar with him in just one night, and I pestered him to ask. Brother Wen was helpless when he was asked, so he said we were going to find Mrs. Huang.
"Huang Po?" I asked hesitantly: "You used to sell pornographic films?"
"Don't be naughty." Brother Wen smiled with his yellow teeth.
Our destination is the part of the middle foothills of Tongbai Mountain close to Henan. The car stopped walking halfway through, and we had to walk the rest of the way. Brother Wen is very familiar with this place. He probably came here not once or twice, but he took it with him
We entered the mountain. At this time, the Tongbai vegetation was in season. We walked into the mountain for seven or eight hours and found a village.
"There are three other villages like this around, all of which are natural villages. This one is the largest, and Huang Po lives here." Brother Wen pointed to us: "The village does not have electricity, so the conditions are a bit difficult, but there is game to eat, which is worth making up for.
Just give it a try."
The village is quite closed. When the three of us entered the village, we were surrounded by a group of children with snotty noses. They knew Brother Wen and seemed to like him very much. Brother Wen brought a lot of fruit candies and distributed them to the children. What a shame.
We were all happy. I thought Brother Wen was very leisurely, but he seemed to be able to understand what I was thinking, and smiled and said: "It's just a matter of a few pieces of candy, but there is no guarantee that one or two of these children will be successful in the future."
As a promising person, there is no guarantee that we will never beg someone for help in our lifetime, right?"
As we were talking, we walked to the east end of the village. There, I saw a very strange building. It was definitely not a residential house in Tongbai Mountain District. Although it was also a brick and wood structure with a yard and walls, the whole yard was complete with
The house inside is like a huge coffin.
"Huang Po lives there." As Brother Wen said, he explained some things to me and Chen Yu. The general meaning was that Huang Po had many taboos, and you must not commit these in front of her. For example, you can't do it in front of her.
Say the word "die" in front of her, and don't throw bottles and jars in front of her.
"Why is this person so weird? Is he a witch who can become a great person?"
"Most capable people have weird tempers. Now that we have her, we'd better behave ourselves."
I don’t know why, but when I approach the courtyard that looks like a big coffin, I always feel an eerie atmosphere. It’s hot at this time, but the courtyard seems to be covered by something.
It felt cold when I got close to it, so I subconsciously wrapped myself up in clothes.
The door to the yard was closed. When Brother Wen saw it, he pointed to a bunch of white-dyed hay hanging on the door and said, "Po Huang has something to do inside. Let's wait here."
The three of us sat and waited under the tree opposite the courtyard gate. When we got here, Brother Wen finally said something about Huang Po. She was an old woman with a very weird temper. She was indeed the kind of woman in a closed mountainous area just as I thought.
She is like a witch, but she is very capable. She usually handles daily affairs for the villagers in several nearby villages. Someone occasionally encounters evil spirits. When someone wants to build a new house, they will come to Huang Po. Some even get sick.
She also came over to beg Mrs. Huang to see it. However, Brother Wen said that Mrs. Huang is still a kind-hearted person. She helps others. If the other party has money, she will give it to her. If she doesn’t have money, she won’t take it. If she doesn’t give money, she will do it
Every time I come to ask her, she will still help.
"What a live Lei Feng."
"Having said that, the people in the mountains are simple and honest, and they especially believe in those messy things. Unless they are really forced to do anything, no one will rely on this money."
At this time, from the small road on the right, a wooden cart came whirring. A middle-aged man with a big body and a round waist pulled the cart quickly. A woman trotted beside the cart and followed, wiping her tears constantly.
It was too far away, so I couldn't see what they were pulling, but the car was obviously coming towards Mrs. Huang. When I got closer, I saw a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old lying on the flatbed truck. The people were pulling the car.
It was estimated that he was already dead when he came here. He might have been fished out after drowning. He was soaked all over, and his eyes were open with a slit, and they couldn't move, and they were full of deathly gray.
The man pulling the cart obviously knew Mrs. Huang's rules. Even though he was scratching his hair anxiously, he still didn't dare to knock on the door. The middle-aged woman couldn't help crying, and she cried while holding the boy in the cart. The middle-aged man was very angry.
He was impatient and held his voice to ask her to be quiet.
Brother Wen was a warm-hearted man, so he ran over to take a look, and I followed behind. He rolled the child's eyelids, felt his pulse, and then shook his head. It was a pity that I was watching from the side. A child of thirteen or fourteen years old probably didn't know.
What's going on in life? It's just gone.
The man smoked heavily and walked anxiously back and forth outside the door. After waiting for about five minutes, the courtyard door was opened, and an old lady from the village walked out holding a bag of incense ash with a grateful face. Through this old lady, I
When I saw Mrs. Huang in the back, I could tell at a glance that she was an old-fashioned old woman, skinny and skinny, with droopy eyelids that almost covered her eyeballs.
The man looked rude, but he was actually very reasonable. He knew we were here first, so he discussed it with Brother Wen. Brother Wen quickly waved his hand, saying we were not in a hurry, and motioned for them to look first.
The man directly carried the child on the wooden cart into the courtyard, and then the courtyard door slammed shut. I looked at the bunch of hay hanging on the courtyard door, and my heart beat wildly. I cursed how many people this thing has troubled.
, can a witch from a mountainous area do it?
"Relax your mind." Brother Wen puffed on the smoke and said, "It's not a big deal."
"Why are you so sure? You have to understand that something happened to me now, not you. You are sitting there smoking, looking very happy."
"I told you to relax." Brother Wen blew out the smoke, looked around, and whispered to me: "This is not the first time I have asked Granny Huang to do such a thing."
When he said this, I felt a little relieved, but I still didn't understand how Mrs. Huang managed such a thing.
The three of us waited for less than ten minutes when the middle-aged woman's uncontrollable crying came from the yard. Brother Wen continued to shake his head and said: "She died when she was pulled over. Huang Po is not a fairy."
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When the middle-aged man and woman came out, their faces were as gray as the child's eyes, as if the sky had collapsed. The two of them left empty-handed. This is a local saying, so small.
The child died abnormally, and there was a lot of resentment. If he was brought home without having time to do his job, something might happen, so he had to stay with Huang Po and rely on her to control the whole town.
Now it was finally our turn. As soon as Mrs. Huang stood at the door, I felt cold all over. Brother Wen hurried over and whispered a few words to Po Huang. I saw him take out a piece of jade and hand it to Huang with both hands.
Po. It was an old jade of good quality. It was old and worth a lot of money. Po Huang did not refuse or say anything. She took the jade and turned around to leave. Brother Wen ran back and told us that the matter was settled.
Huang Po likes the kind of old jade the most.
We were allowed to enter the courtyard. Mrs. Huang was very strange and the house she lived in was also very strange. I found that the windows of the house in the courtyard were very small and opened very high, almost touching the eaves. As soon as people walked in, they felt uncomfortable.
It was like our legs were tied with ropes, and we didn't dare to move a step. Huang Po brought us some cold food, which was low in oil and salt. The plain food was just like boiled food, and it tasted very tasteless.
We were eating indiscriminately, and Mrs. Huang walked up behind me as silently as a ghost. My heart trembled when I looked at this ghostly old woman, and I quickly put down the bowl. She stood behind me and stared at me.
After a while, he said coldly: "Come with me. I have something to ask you."
I always felt like I was shaking, but Brother Wen gave me an encouraging look and motioned for me to follow. Mrs. Huang would never harm anyone. I shivered and put down the bowl, and walked into the room next to the main room with Po Huang.
In the small house.
The windows in the room were too high, so no light could come in. Grandma Huang even closed the door with her backhand, and suddenly it was dark. My scalp suddenly tightened, and I plucked up the courage to ask: "Grandma Huang... what do you want to ask me, Grandma Huang?"
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"I have nothing to ask you, but he wanted to ask you." Huang Po pointed to the wall of the hut. When I saw it, I almost lost my breath. The "him" Huang Po mentioned was actually the ten-year-old who had just died.