I jumped off the fast train and rolled onto the gravel beach next to the train, and immediately lost consciousness.
After more than two hours, I woke up with pain.
I feel a burning pain in my back!
Still late at night.
It was pitch black all around, and there was no one around. I touched my back, and there was blood all over it.
The injured area was large, and Chen Ping was probably using a shotgun used by mountain people for hunting.
Notification head...
Mobile phone, mobile phone...
I don’t know where the cell phone in my trouser pocket went. I endured the pain and found it. I found that the back cover was broken and I couldn’t turn it on. If the gunshot wound was not treated, I would bleed to death!
The backpack was too heavy, so I hid it behind a pear tree by the railway line and blocked it tightly with dry branches of weeds to ensure that no one passing by would notice it. Then I limped along the railway line, leaning on a stick.
Move forward.
As I walked, my vision became increasingly blurry.
Can't die...
I can't die!
"I, Xiang Yunfeng, can't die like a wild dog in the wilderness. I haven't married a wife yet and have children...I have earned so much money and haven't spent it yet. I can't die..."
Moving forward step by step with a stick, I followed a fork in the road and walked for more than an hour. Suddenly, a light appeared in my blurry vision. It was at the foot of the mountain, and there was a light on someone's house!
Walking over, I leaned against the door with a pale face and banged on the door with all my strength!
"coming."
"Who is knocking on the door so late?"
A hoarse voice came from inside the house.
The wooden door creaked open.
Suddenly seeing the old man in front of me, I was a little scared.
The old man was not tall, probably less than one meter tall. He looked about ten years old, with a slight stoop. He was wearing a worn-out blue school uniform from Ganzi School, which looked like the style of the last century. He was wearing black cotton trousers, which scared me.
What's strange is that his eyes only have whites, no black, and are very cloudy, as if he has cataracts or some kind of eye disease.
I shook my hand and saw that his eyes were unblinking, so he must be blind.
The old man leaned on a cane with both hands and asked me in a hoarse voice: "Young man, who are you? How did you end up here?"
I held on to prevent myself from falling, and lied at the same time: "Uncle, I am a tourist coming to Kangding. I encountered a robbery on the road. I was injured. My wallet and car were robbed."
The old man stared at me with only the whites of his eyes for half a minute. He opened the door and said in a hoarse voice: "Then come in."
The room was small, the lights were dim, and there was a strong musty smell.
After I came in, I looked around the room. What struck me was that there was a tribute table covered with yellow velvet cloth in the southwest corner. On the tribute table, there were three fresh apples placed neatly on a plate.
Behind the plate is a small wooden Buddhist niche. The niche is tightly covered by two feet of red cloth, so you can't see what kind of Buddha is worshiped inside.
My feet went weak and I almost fell down, but the old man seemed to be able to see me and helped me.
"Uncle, you..."
"Oh, I have been blind for decades and I can't see anything. Young man, please sit down first."
I sat on a chair and slowly pulled off my clothes. The blood dried and stuck to the flesh. I grimaced in pain.
"Uncle, do you live here alone? Which village is this?" I asked him.
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, so you can just stay here with me and wait until dawn before leaving."
"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.
His voice was hoarse as 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 another small bowl?" I suddenly wanted to drink another 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 means we are destined, so I will pour you another 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 scared me so much 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 skull's head is a small black round hat worn by landowners 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!
When the old man who was pouring wine heard the noise, he suddenly turned his head and looked at me! A pair of white eyes, full of weirdness!
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.
