I walked north, passing through thick layers of sand, and sure enough, I saw an old well at the northernmost location of the construction site.
The well is surrounded by blue bricks. The blue bricks are damp, and the gaps between the bricks are filled with green moss. From a distance, it looks like the gaps are filled with green soil.
The wellhead is covered with a cement board. The cement board looks new. It must have been covered by people at the construction site after they discovered that it was haunted.
The well is surrounded by sand and complex footprints. Snake Eyes allows me to see clearly. Several of the back and forth footprints are those of Shen Zhaoshan.
The other footprints were very large and very deep. It was obvious that these people walked very hard, and they should have stepped on them while lifting the concrete slab.
There is also a shallow footprint in the middle. This wavy pattern seems to be Tong Tong's slippers.
Tong Tong loves to be clean, so why does he wear slippers to such a dirty place?
Just as I was thinking about it, a very subtle opera sound suddenly came from under the well. The singing tone was faint and resentful, full of desolation and helplessness, and the babbling sound made people's teeth ache.
He raised his hand to touch the cement board, and just as he was about to lift it away, Tong Tong's plain voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Yunlu."
I finally stopped to avoid exposing the fact that the cement board was as light as foam in my hand.
At the same time, the singing in the well stopped.
I turned around and looked over. I saw Tong Tong wearing slippers and holding a flashlight in his hand, standing not far behind me.
I frowned: "Why did you come out wearing slippers?"
Then, I saw Tong Tong's brows twitching: "There's a ghost here, aren't you afraid?"
I was stunned.
That's right, I just said this ghostly thing. If normal people had to go around, but I came here, it would definitely arouse others' suspicion.
I stood up straight in a hurry and coughed lightly: "I just heard the sound of opera, so I couldn't hold it back. I came over out of curiosity, but I didn't see anything."
Tong Tong looked at me disapprovingly, turned around and motioned for me to go with him: "It's not safe here. You are a rare person I can talk to, so don't let anything happen to you."
I followed him to the door of the construction site: "Why did you come out wearing slippers? Aren't you afraid of getting dirty? And you came to the well?"
"Oh, I'm quite curious after all... As for these shoes, it's time to change them anyway. I want to wear them as much as possible while they can still be worn. After all, if you throw them away, you won't see them again for the rest of your life."
"...a slipper can make you speak so affectionately."
"Hahaha, everything in the world is like this. I'm just a little more sentimental. This is called great love."
Tong Tong's side face was still full of love for life, and his sickly appearance did not block the light emanating from him at all.
It's just that he was swaying when he walked and looked very tired.
I turned around and saw Chaoyang standing silently in front of the well. He nodded towards me. He gently lifted the cement board and lowered his head to look down.
After walking out of the gate of the construction site and bidding farewell to Tong Tong, Chaoyang and I met on the roof of the building opposite. At the same time, Shen Zhaoshan's car also arrived.
I watched Shen Zhaoshan's grumpy figure walk in, while listening to Chaoyang's words: "There is a female ghost locked in the well. The chain is new, and the patterns on it are not from our country, but rather like those we took away before.
Foreign evil cultivators.”
I was stunned for a moment: "There are still foreign evil cultivators? No..."
Chaoyang and I have dealt with all the foreign evil cultivators. Their auras are different from ordinary people. I haven't found similar auras in Nanjiang City... Could it be that this female ghost was captured before the evil cultivators were destroyed?
?
But why?
What's the use of catching a female ghost?
And it's locked.
I suppressed the doubts in my mind and looked up towards the well. Hai Dali clung to Shen Zhaoshan, lifted the cement board, threw it aside with a bang, and then climbed down the well.
"...There's no water in the well?"
Chaoyang looked at me with an unclear look and couldn't help but laugh: "Hai Dali is a turtle, he can hold his breath in the water."
I almost forgot about this.
I watched for a while, but Shen Zhaoshan didn't come out for a long time, but Wong Tai Sin was waiting for him.
Wong Tai Sin jumped onto the tree in a hurry and ran towards my shoulder: "Come on, hurry up, Zhou Hu and the others are coming!"
"!!!"
Chaoyang and I looked at each other and jumped away in a hurry. This first-generation vampire behaved like a rat crossing the street.
When I returned to the tomb passage, I took out the photo, posted it on the wall and looked at it carefully, feeling full of happiness in my heart.
Chaoyang was making the bed. I looked at the photo and asked him with a smile: "Did you talk to Uncle Chao yesterday before I had time to ask you?"
"I told you, I just said I wanted to study abroad, and my dad agreed."
"Ask nothing?"
"……Um."
Chaoyang hesitated a little, and I keenly noticed something was wrong. I turned around and found that the whites of his eyes were also a little red. I couldn't help but take a few steps towards him worriedly: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Chaoyang stopped and stood in front of the bed, as if he was a little hurt. He took a long breath and said, "My parents are getting divorced and have no time to care about me."
"Divorce?" How?
I was completely surprised. Chaoyang’s parents worked hard together and now they have everything. How could they get divorced?
Chaoyang lay on the bed as if he had lost all strength: "Perhaps they are tired of each other. Now they have successful careers and are busy with their own affairs. The passion of discussing together until midnight is gone, and the relationship has faded."
Hey, yes.
We are not others, we cannot feel the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of others, and we cannot understand the emptiness in others' hearts.
Just like me, I just want the blood of Chaoyang.
Early the next morning, I took a shower, changed my clothes, said something to Chaoyang, and then went out.
Last night, Zhao Ting told me that they were going to the amusement park as a family today. He specifically told his parents so that I could take a look at everyone from a distance.
I really love this brother of mine more and more.
The weather is a bit cloudy today, which suits me just right.
I arrived early, sat down at the cold stall at the entrance of the amusement park, ordered a cold drink, and didn't eat it without putting it in front of me.
There were a lot of people coming and going, mostly families out to play, but my family seemed to be the biggest family.
After a while, I heard several familiar chirping sounds. Uncle Huang ran at the front, with wrinkles on his face teasing Zhao Ting like a child: "The marshmallow is mine!"
"Uncle Huang, give me back!"
Zhao Ting chased behind her with a blushing face and stamped her feet anxiously. Fang Zhongyu burst out laughing. Lulu slapped him on the head and glared at him. Aunt Huang kept covering her face with a fan, as if this way others would not notice.
They are like a family.
A bunch of people were talking and laughing, and everyone subconsciously concealed their worries. My smile was sour.
I stared at their backs and followed them obscenely like a pervert.
Zhaoting must have never been to an amusement park in the past few years, and he had a great time.
The most important thing is that both Fang Zhongyu and Uncle Huang can play with him.
However, as they were playing, Zhaoting ended up playing with them... Zhaoting was so tired that he panted like a dog.
I watched them from a distance and remembered every smile on their faces.
At noon, it began to rain lightly, and passers-by began to walk in a hurry, looking for a place to take shelter from the rain.
Uncle Huang pointed to a purple tent standing quietly in front of a fork in the road, his eyes shining: "Crystal House, what is it for?"
I looked in the direction he pointed. The totem on the purple tent was filled with a mysterious atmosphere.
There are also a few big characters written crookedly on the sign at the door: Test past and present life, no money is allowed.