The old man's voice was hoarse. He replied to me: "I live alone. There is no village here. This is a wilderness. The nearest village is more than twenty miles away."
"Sir, do you have a mobile phone? Can you lend it to me to make a call?"
He shook his head slowly: "I don't have a mobile phone, and it's difficult to walk at night. You can just stay here with me and wait until dawn."
"Okay, please trouble me, sir."
After expressing my gratitude, I leaned back on the chair weakly.
I lit a cigarette and held it in my mouth to refresh myself. At the same time, my head felt dizzy and I wanted to sleep. I knew that this was due to excessive blood loss.
I was feeling dizzy, and then I heard the old man next to me say: "Young man, you can't sleep. If you fall asleep, you might not be able to get up. I have wine here, so take a sip of it."
I opened my eyes and saw him tremblingly walking to the bed, squatting down with difficulty, pulling out a large glass bottle from under the bed, and pouring a small bowl for me.
"Uncle, why is your wine black?"
I looked pale and shook the bowl. The wine looked like the color of squid ink, slightly viscous and the bottom of the bowl could not be seen.
With a hoarse voice, he explained: "This is medicinal wine. I found medicinal materials and brewed it myself. It contains wolfberry and ginseng."
I picked up the bowl and looked there, and inadvertently I seemed to see that there seemed to be a child soaking in the big glass jar...with hands and feet.
Some people here in Kangding are growing black wolfberry. In those years, it was particularly popular to buy and sell ginseng grown by pressing and pressing molds. I guess it is this kind of thing.
This medicinal wine looks dark, but it smells fragrant. It is sweet and mellow in the mouth. After drinking a small bowl, I feel warm in my stomach and feel indescribably comfortable all over. Under the impact of this warmth in my body, I even feel my back
The wounds don't hurt that much anymore.
"Good wine, uncle, can you give me a small bowl?" I suddenly wanted to drink a bowl.
The old man smiled and said: "I am reluctant to drink this medicinal wine myself, but no one comes here all year round. If you meet me today, it is because we are destined, so I will pour you a bowl."
After he finished speaking, he took the bowl and went to pour the wine.
As his hand moved, I saw the big glass bottle slowly tilting, and suddenly, a pair of eyes appeared in the bottle! Rolling his eyes upward! They were the eyes of a child!
This scene was so frightening that I stood up immediately! My face turned pale! I stepped back step by step! I accidentally touched the tribute table.
The tribute table shook, and the red cloth covering the altar fell instantly.
I looked back and saw that what was inside was the skull head of a dead man.
What's weird is that on the head of this skull is a small black round hat that landlords wore in the past. There is a long old sterling silver hairpin that penetrates the entire skull from the temple! Through the two skulls
Looking through the hollow eye sockets, one can see two rusty iron bells hanging inside!
The old man who was pouring wine heard the noise and turned his head sharply to look at me! There was something strange in his white eyes!
I stood close to the tribute table and was so frightened that I was sweating on my forehead and gasping for breath.
The old man came over on crutches, stretched out his hand and covered the Buddhist niche with the red cloth again.
He asked in a hoarse voice: "What did you see?"
"No...no, I didn't see anything!"
After hearing my lie about not seeing anything, the old man suddenly grinned and said in a hoarse voice: "Young man, actually when you knocked on my door just now, you were already dead."
My expression changed drastically: "That's nonsense! You just died! I, Xiang Yunfeng, am alive and well!"
The old man smiled and said: "You are right, I have been dead for decades. My place is called Jisei kiln. Most people who have died in vain can't see me when they pass by. You can find it and knock on it."
If you come to the door to ask for help, it shows that you have an extraordinary destiny."
He pointed to the tribute table in front and said: "This is my wife. The locals call her dead mother-in-law. In ten seconds, if my wife's bell rings, you live. If the bell does not ring, you die."
"If the bell rings, you cannot mention it to anyone for seventeen years, remember."
Less than ten seconds after he finished speaking, a crisp ringing of a bell suddenly came from behind the red cloth.
