"Yes, please show me the way." Hai Guanghui nodded.
Qin Fu ran away in a hurry, bringing up a storm of dust. He came back within a few minutes and handed the money to his wife and children for safekeeping.
Qin Fu shouted to two strong laborers from the village, and the group headed straight for Black Tiger Cliff.
"Director Qin, why is it called Black Tiger Cliff?" Ding Fan asked.
When he mentioned this, Qin Fu looked arrogant and started talking loudly, "Our place is extraordinary. Let's just say that Dong Qingshan looks like a dragon. People in the older generation said that there used to be people living on the mountain.
He is an old fairy, and Black Tiger looks after his home and courtyard. He has a pair of wings. He flaps his left side a few times to make the wind blow, and his right side a few times to make it rain..."
The boasts were so great that no one believed them. Hai Guanghui even sneered and couldn't help but laughed: "Since there are gods to protect us, how can the village still live like this?"
"This is all the fault of the previous clan leader. Once, the old god came down the mountain to treat an illness. The clan leader knelt down to ask for blessings. The old god asked him if he wanted money or his life? Of course the clan leader said life."
Everyone burst into laughter, and the old god sounded like a highway robber. Qin Fu said, "Don't laugh, old man is effective. If you want money, you need wealth, if you want life, you need longevity. The patriarch said, let us wild
The elderly people in Gangcun have all lived over eighty years old, and every family has a centenarian, and they were even interviewed on the radio before!"
Being poor for a hundred years is not as good as being rich once. It is undoubtedly the wrong choice!
While talking and laughing, Black Tiger Cliff arrived.
This is a cliff ten meters wide and more than fifty meters deep. There is a stream below. The water is very small and the flow speed is very slow. The bottom of the valley is covered with weeds.
There is a large fallen pine tree lying across the cliff, which is obviously the bridge.
There was no bridge originally, but Qin Fu said that in order to get Zhang Shancui to the old man, he decided to knock down this century-old beauty pine tree, dump it over, and build this single-plank bridge.
"How is this going to happen?"
Just standing on the edge of the cliff, Hai Guanghui felt panicked and his legs felt weak. The situation must be more serious on the bridge, not to mention that he was still a patient with lumbar muscle strain.
Qin Fu didn't know what was going on, scratched his head and said: "Of course I can walk there, or run, you can run!"
As he spoke, two strong laborers had already run across the single-plank bridge, standing on tiptoes and waving. This was a standard demonstration.
"You guys go over first!"
Hai Guanghui waved back. It was also the first time for the bodyguards to pass through the single-plank bridge on the cliff. However, they were naturally courageous and passed the single-plank bridge in an orderly manner. They also waved when they reached the other end.
Seeing Hai Guanghui still smoking a cigarette and wandering around with his hands nowhere to rest, Qin Fu waited for a long time and finally understood that the boss was afraid of heights and did not dare to cross the bridge!
Looking at Ding Fan again, he seemed to be scared too. He was several meters away from the edge of the cliff, staring at the sky with his hands behind his back.
"Boss Hai, how about I carry you there?" Qin Fu asked diligently.
Hai Guanghui hurriedly took a step back, waving his hands repeatedly, "No, really no need." Being carried across the bridge by Qin Fu, he was afraid that he would not only be frightened, but also frightened, so it would be safer to walk over by himself.
ah!
Suddenly, Hai Guanghui felt dizzy and hurriedly reached out to grab the branches around him to prevent him from falling. However, he retched several times on the ground, feeling extremely painful.
"Hai Dong, what's wrong?" Ding Fan noticed something unusual and came over to ask.
"Just now, someone seemed to have hit me on the head with a stick. This place is very evil!" Hai Guanghui gasped in panic.
Ding Fan looked at Hai Guanghui's complexion and asked, "How does it hurt?"
"It hurts every time."
"Is it similar to the back pain you had before?"
"Yes, it's the same when it starts to hurt!"
Ding Fan nodded and couldn't help but laugh. He held back his voice and reminded in a low voice: "I think the old lady is smashing the second peach wood peg into the grave. If I guess correctly, that position corresponds to your head..."
Before he finished speaking, Hai Guanghui rushed onto the single-plank bridge with all his strength, and reached the other side in the blink of an eye. Qin Fu was stunned on the spot, rubbing his eyes, unable to believe that this was true.
It is a matter of life and death, and human potential is unlimited. Hai Guanghui overcame his fear of heights and ran faster than a rabbit.
not enough!
At this moment, Hai Guanghui wished he had a pair of wings and could fly to his grandfather's grave immediately.
Ding Fan didn't waste any time and quickly ran across the single-plank bridge. Qin Fu was stunned again. He suddenly wasn't afraid anymore, so he quickly followed him.
"Director Qin, where is the old lady?" Hai Guanghui asked anxiously, beating his head.
"It's not far, it's over there." Qin Fu pointed to the left.
Hai Guanghui started running wildly again, and the others, not knowing why, also ran after him. A few minutes later, he finally saw a simple wooden house, sandwiched between two big trees, connected by a curved wooden ladder.
to the ground.
Above the wooden house, there is a wooden board, which is burned with charcoal fire into three powerful characters, Shuangshanju.
Haishan and Zhangshancui both have the word "mountain" in their names. It seems right. Hai Guanghui's grandfather has always lived here.
The wooden house has a simple shape, and after passing through the years, it exudes a faint dark red color, making it look more antique.
However, Hai Guanghui had no intention of admiring his grandfather's former residence. He opened his eyes wide and searched for Zhang Shancui. Behind a peach forest, a white shadow appeared, squirming.
"It's scary to see it in the daytime." Qin Fu wiped his sweat.
But for Hai Guanghui, he had long forgotten what fear was and rushed over in a hurry, almost tripping over a wooden stake in the process.
After seeing it clearly, she was indeed a gray-haired old lady. She was not tall, with long hair that reached her waist. Her face was as pale as paper, with criss-crossed grooves on her face and no expression at all, which made her look even weirder.
The local people used the term "white-haired witch" to describe Zhang Shancui, which is quite appropriate.
There is a long and narrow mound with two peach wood sticks stuck on it, one in the middle and the other at the top.
At this moment, the old lady was struggling to lift a stone to hit the upper peach wood stick.
"No!"
Hai Guanghui shouted in fear and broke out in sweat. When the old lady heard the shout, she turned her head and looked at it. She still dropped the stone under the influence of inertia.
Plop!
Hai Guanghui felt his head was hit and felt dizzy. He covered his head and fell to the ground.
In fact, this was a psychological suggestion that the old lady missed the target. Of course, hitting Hai Guanghui is also the current manifestation.
Two bodyguards hurriedly stepped forward and helped Hai Guanghui up. He pointed at Zhang Shancui with great effort and held it in for a long time. His face turned the color of pig liver and he could not speak.
No one dared to touch the dying Zhang Shancui. Seeing that she was arrogant and wanted to continue smashing her, Ding Fan quietly leaned over and unexpectedly snatched the stone from the old lady's hand and threw it far away.
Viewed from a close distance, Zhang Shancui looks to be in his eighties. He is very thin. Although his clothes are in tatters and have more signs of mending than they are natural, they are clean and spotless. His old face is like a scarecrow in the wind. He has already seen it.
He doesn't look like he did back then, but his eyes are not cloudy and his physical fitness is pretty good.
"Old man, what are you doing?" Ding Fan asked with an apologetic smile.
"Big liar, stab him to death. Big liar, don't even think about being a human being. Big liar, you have lied to me for the rest of your life..."