I'm scared, but I can't stay here forever. Seeing those people walking to the west, I had no choice but to follow that way, thinking that there might be some clues over there. For about half an hour, I
I saw a square. There were two buildings in the square. One looked like a train station, a bit similar to the train station in our county. The other looked a bit like a hotel. People in black clothes walked to that place one after another.
It's like a hotel building.
There were also many people in black clothes who walked into the train station after coming out of the hotel. Of course, all this was silent. Under the gray sky, the sound of train whistles could only be heard occasionally.
I walked to the hotel-like building and looked at the three-story building. It looked like it was old and made of red bricks. The mahogany door was open, and the men in black were coming in and out. There was a plate on the door.
There was a huge plaque with the words "half a step more" crookedly written on it. It was a very strange name and I didn't know what it meant. But this plaque seemed to have some kind of magic power, which made me want to go in.
I didn’t have a clue anyway, so let’s go in first. But then I noticed a small fortune-telling stall next to the door of the building. A middle-aged man was dozing in front of the stall. I noticed that he was
The only person here who is not wearing black clothes is wearing a green jacket, which is a bit like the clothes from the Republic of China period on TV.
But this already made me feel very close, so I didn't go in, but walked quickly to the small fortune-telling stall. I knocked on his small table lightly a few times: "Uncle, uncle, wake up."
He slowly raised his head, and seemed surprised to see me standing in front of him. I also raised my eyes to look at this middle-aged man. I saw that this uncle was about forty-five or six years old, with a small side part of his hair.
She has a handsome face, a mustache on her thin lips, and a twinkling light in her small eyes.
He looked me up and down, then pointed at himself: "Young man, are you talking to me?" I thought there was something wrong with this uncle, so I stood in front of you, of course I was talking to you.
, I nodded.
The uncle looked at me with a somewhat excited look in his eyes, as if he had seen something valuable, which made my whole body get goosebumps. He looked at me for about two or three minutes and then looked at me.
, he asked me: "Young man, do you know where this is?"
Wow, this old man is not like me, right? If I knew, why would I come here to ask you? I shook my head, and the uncle smiled and said, "Then do you want to know?"
Wow, why does this old man like to titillate people so much? I swear to God, if I had met such a poor man in our school, I would have slapped him in the face and asked him to pick out the key points. But although this uncle is quite shameless
, but looking at his appearance, you can tell that he does not seem to be a kind person. Moreover, the people here are unfamiliar, as the saying goes, people are under the eaves. Who dares not to bow his head? I had to say to the uncle in a low voice: "Uncle, you know where this is.
What? Why did I come here?"
I seemed to use the word "you" just right, and the old man was very pleased after hearing this. He looked at me and said with a half-smile: "This is the Yin City, and you should be dead."
What? I thought to myself, aren't you, an old man, sick? I'm jumping around in front of you, how can you say I'm dead?
Uncle Jiu seemed to have read the words "this old man is crazy" from my eyes. He said: "Young man, you should be able to see something strange here. That's because only dead people can come here.
place."
Indeed, speaking of magic, the scene here is really weird, as if it was a movie with special effects, but it would be too outrageous to say that I am dead.
When the old man saw that I was deep in thought, he continued, "Young man, if you still don't believe me, just feel your heartbeat and see if it beats three long times and two short beats."
When I heard what he said, I quickly put my hands on my chest, Damn! Why is there no heartbeat!
Just when I was in a daze with fright, I suddenly felt a heartbeat "plop--------------------------------------"
---Thump----------------------Thump, thump." Sure enough, there were three long sounds and two short sounds! This scared me to death again. Three long sounds and two short sounds. This is also true.
This is so weird. Is what this old man said true? All of this makes me start to believe it, wait a minute? This old man said that this is a place only dead people can go to, so what is this old man? Thinking of this
, I felt the cold sweat start to drip down my back.
The old man looked at my livid face and smiled and said: "Don't be afraid young people, there are indeed dead people here, but they are not dead ghosts."
What do you mean? I didn’t understand. It was all too complicated. But I don’t know why, but this old man’s words made me feel at ease. It seemed like there was some kind of magic power. I quickly asked: “Uncle, can you tell me,
What on earth is going on? How did I get here?"
The old man pointed to the stool in front of the table and asked me to sit down. He said to me: "Okay, young man, let me explain this to you first. Also, I can't bear the big word uncle, so you can call me Uncle Jiu."
Bar."
Uncle Jiu began to tell me about the situation in this place. It turns out that there are boundaries between gods, ghosts and humans in the world, but there are many connections between these three realms. The place that connects the underworld and the divine world is called "Santu Village." It connects the divine realm with the human world.
The place is called 'Yingzhou.' The place that connects the human world and the underworld is called 'Yinshi.' Usually, the soul of a person after death must first be taken to Yinshi by ghost messengers. At this time, the soul can still belong to ghosts.
Only after receiving the ghost heart in an inn that is "half a step away" can you be called a ghost. Then board the train that is "one step away" to go to the underworld, where you will wait for your fate. If you make a mistake and fail to receive the ghost heart,
Or the ghost who failed to catch the train can only become a lonely ghost, wandering forever.
I sat on the bench and listened fascinated. This was too mysterious, almost like a fantasy novel. I asked Uncle Jiu: "Uncle Jiu, will I die too?" I couldn't help but feel sad when I thought about death.
When I woke up, I thought of my father, mother, and grandparents at home. Now I realize how important they are to me. I have never repaid them for raising me so well. I was only seventeen years old, and I died like this. I thought
Here, my heart is full of reluctance and unwillingness.
Uncle Jiu looked at me and said, "Although you are dead, you are not dead yet because you still have a heartbeat."
Not dead? What does it mean? I couldn't understand most of what Uncle Jiu said, but what he meant was that I could still be saved. I quickly asked Uncle Jiu: "What does not dead mean? Am I still alive?"
The rescue??”
Uncle Jiu nodded and asked me to tell him my last memory in this world. Then he asked me my name and date of birth. Then he stretched out his thumb and rubbed it between his index and middle fingers. I thought he wanted money.
, I told him: "I have no money." Uncle Jiu glared at me, then kept rubbing his hands with his eyes closed without saying anything. I became anxious and told him, "I really have no money." Uncle Jiu sighed,
He said: "Rotten wood cannot be carved."
Uncle Jiu opened his eyes and said to me: "I already have a rough idea of the reason. You should have been harmed by an evil spirit. Fortunately, you didn't fall into the water for a long time. Your body should still be rescued in the hospital. So Three Souls and Seven
I have left one soul and five souls to come here."
Monsters are monsters. I suddenly remembered the story my grandma told me. I reached into my clothes and took out the purse, opened it and took out the yellow talisman. I saw that the writing on the yellow talisman had been
The handwriting was so soaked in the water that I couldn't see the writing clearly. Is the story my grandma told true? The old lady I saw standing on the shore was that Huang Santai?