I was stuck in a traffic jam on the road for two hours. It was already nine o'clock in the evening when I arrived at Yanzhi Town. I didn't go to my grandma's house because it was too late. My dad drove the car to the intersection of Houliang Mountain and asked me to go up the mountain alone later.
When I asked if I was afraid, if so, he would give me a ride.
I shook my head and said no.
This is what Jin Dashun has explained a long time ago. No stranger can see the bond with a ghost. Otherwise, if the secret is missed, even if it is a bond, it will become a non-fate.
After night, Houliang Mountain looks extremely cold and lonely under the starry sky. Today is the 15th, and the round moon hangs on the highest branch on the top of Houliang Mountain. I don’t know if it’s because I’m dazzled or something else.
For some reason, at a sudden moment, I saw a white shadow flying from the leafy branches next to the full moon, passing through the round moon, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
I was suddenly startled, and quickly shook my head and looked towards the moon again, but this time I saw nothing! I held my chest with lingering fear, wondering if I had seen it wrong? But my mind was clear again.
The shadow appeared, resembling that of a woman, and judging from the body shape, this woman's body was relatively slender and her hair was thick and long.
"Caiwei, what's wrong with you?"
My dad saw that I looked uneasy, handed me a bottle of mineral water, and asked me with concern.
I shook my head and said it was okay. I just saw a wild cat on the mountain. Why? It scared me.
"There are a lot of wild things on the mountain. If it really doesn't work, I will accompany you up there. I will come back when you reach the grave under the White Tiger Stone."
My dad was still worried, but I still decisively rejected his request. Being associated with a ghost is such an unlucky thing, I would rather do it alone.
The whole night, I stared at the watch on my wrist. At that time, the hand pointed to eleven o'clock. I immediately opened the door and got out of the car. After saying to my dad that I was leaving, I ran towards Houliang Mountain with a flashlight.
.If you ask me how I feel at this time, I will only tell you that the sentence that is raging in my mind right now is:
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold. A strong man will never return once he is gone!"
The White Tiger Stone is located on the back side of Houliang Mountain. It is a piece of limestone shaped like a tiger. I passed this stone when I was buried with my grandfather. However, because of the thick bushes and the trees under the stone, it was so dense.
I haven't seen any tombs down there, but since the man in the dream said his tomb was under the White Tiger Stone, it should be correct.
About half a mile up the mountain, I couldn't see my dad's old Honda when I looked back. I panicked and looked at the dark trees around me. There were owls and other miscellaneous birds in the trees, cooing.
The scream made the whole Houliangshan seem even more sinister, and it made my feet weak from fear.
"Sister Benefactor! Are you here?! My young master is afraid that you will get lost, so he asked us to pick you up!"
The voice sounded very familiar. It came from in front of me. I looked up and saw that it was the two children in the dream! I felt a little relieved. Even if I knew that they were also ghosts, knowing them once in a lifetime is better than those unknown ones.
The ghosts who come from here are lucky to come.
The two children were still laughing and laughing, as if in a dream, holding my legs and walking forward, saying that their son had been waiting for me at the door of the house for a long time, and everything was arranged!
After turning a mountain pass, a broad road suddenly appeared in front of me. On both sides of the road, there was a bright red light. Several children abandoned me and ran towards the road ahead with laughter.
I stared dumbfounded at the bright red light in front of me. These lights were emitted from the big red lanterns hanging among the leaves on the roadside. The number of lanterns was uncountable. The flashing lights were like countless glowing lights.
Red fireflies were flying in the forest, the wind was blowing, and strips of red ribbons were flying between the trees. At the end of the road, the man in the dream was also wearing a bright red robe, holding hands
There was a simple lantern in it, drifting toward me...