Kunbo stumbled down the mountain and almost bumped into a group of young people doing live streaming on the way.
Seeing that Uncle Kun was pale and looked quite frightened, the young people couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Are you alright, old man? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"
Uncle Kun shuddered, slapped his thigh, and said, "It's definitely a ghost!"
The young people were taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Are you kidding me, old man? How could you possibly see a ghost in broad daylight?"
Laughing emojis started appearing in their live stream chat as well.
When Uncle Kun saw that they didn't believe him, he got anxious and said, "It's true. I went fishing at the reservoir just now and heard a noise behind me, so I turned around and saw a person suddenly appear out of nowhere and standing on a pile of rocks not far behind me. At that time, it was right in the sun, so I couldn't see what the person looked like. I don't know if he saw me or not, but he turned around and left."
"I thought, 'Why are you running?' So I followed him. I watched him disappear into an abandoned cellar, but when I went inside, guess what? There was no one there. If it wasn't a ghost, what do you think happened?"
The young people looked at each other in bewilderment.
Judging from the old man's excited expression, it seemed genuine.
But, a ghost, especially in broad daylight, is that even possible?
A top spender in the live stream gifted a luxury cruise ship, inviting me to go check it out.
Since the eldest brother has spoken, then let's go.
They just didn't know the way and wanted to ask Uncle Kun to guide them.
Kunbo had just escaped and dared not go back, shaking his head vigorously: "I won't go."
No matter what those young people said, they just wouldn't agree.
Someone noticed Uncle Kun's typical fisherman attire and asked, "Uncle, aren't you here to fish? Where's your fishing gear?"
“My fishing gear…” Kunbo looked down at his empty hands and almost broke down.
Oh no, he's lost it all. All the wealth he's accumulated over the years is gone.
Seeing Uncle Kun's mournful face, the young men laughed and went up to persuade him, "Uncle, why don't you take us there? You can also go and get your fishing gear back. It's broad daylight, so it might not really be a ghost. You said you were facing the sun and it was dazzling. Maybe you were just seeing things. Even if there really is a ghost, we young people have enough yang energy to keep it under control."
After thinking for a moment, Uncle Kun decided to go all out for his precious possessions, looking like he was about to make a heroic sacrifice. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."
The live stream chat immediately erupted with cheers and applause.
Xing Zhaozhao went home to get the money, and came back through the door. As soon as she stepped down from the pile of stones, she saw a bench, a parasol, and a fishing rod standing by the reservoir not far away. She was immediately startled.
Oh no, someone's there.
She immediately looked around warily, pricked up her ears, and listened carefully to the sounds around her, but found nothing unusual.
Not here?
Xing Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly headed down the mountain, while simultaneously becoming more alert.
She had come and gone several times before, and apart from Gao Yang and Gao Lianzhou, she hadn't encountered anyone else, which made her lower her guard. She almost forgot that someone could come here at any time.
She secretly warned herself to be extra careful next time she came, otherwise she would be in trouble if someone found out.
I had only gone halfway when I heard voices coming from not far ahead.
Someone is coming.
And judging from the sounds, there was more than one person there.
Xing Zhaozhao was on high alert at this moment. Although she didn't know who was coming, she still wanted to avoid running into them as much as possible.
She then descended the mountain path and disappeared into the nearby woods, avoiding them.
The young people walked up the mountainside, taking pictures of the surrounding scenery, chatting and laughing, as if they were on a picnic, having a great time.
Uncle Kun followed at the back, his old face contorted with worry, looking extremely anxious the whole time.
Wait a minute, I think I just saw something dart past in the woods next door.
A comment suddenly appeared in the live stream chat.
Soon, people started flooding the comments with messages.
Yes, yes, I saw it too.
It's at your right-hand side, at the three o'clock position.
Several young people saw it and were stunned. They immediately turned their heads to look in the direction indicated by the bullet comments.
However, nothing unusual was found.
However, the comments in the live chat seemed to be true, even the top-ranked fan saw it.
The young people exchanged glances, a chill running down their spines: "Could there really be a ghost?"
Uncle Kun was so scared that his legs were trembling: "I told you there was a ghost, didn't I?"
"It could also be a wild boar," said someone familiar with the area. "I've heard there are quite a few wild boars here."
The young men's eyes lit up immediately: "I've never seen a wild boar before, why don't we go take a look?"
The group agreed and rushed into the woods to look for wild boars.
Of course, nothing was found.
By the time they followed Uncle Kun to the cellar halfway up the mountain, they were exhausted, but they were quite happy to see the beautiful scenery around them.
"Why don't we set up camp here?" someone suggested. "And see if there really are ghosts."
Someone who had already taken a look around the cellar came out and said, "I think it's a good idea. I've seen that cellar; it's been abandoned for years. I don't know about ghosts or anything, but at night, lighting a candle and telling ghost stories would create a nice atmosphere."
"Then it's decided, that's a pleasant decision."
Uncle Kun quickly packed up his fishing gear. Before leaving, he looked at the few young people who were happily busy and shook his head helplessly.
They're all so arrogant and ignorant. They'll be in for a world of hurt when they actually encounter a ghost.
Xing Zhaozhao was unaware that her way home was blocked, and in a cheerful mood, she went to that street again.
I haven't seen those old men in a long time, and I miss them.
The elderly men reacted enthusiastically when they saw Xing Zhaozhao again.
"You're here, Xiao Xing. Why didn't you come the other day? It's less lively without you."
"I have things to do at home, so I can't come every day," Xing Zhaozhao said with a smile.
"What did you bring this time? I couldn't buy anything the last two times, so I have to buy it for you this time." An old man couldn't contain himself and peeked into Xing Zhaozhao's basket.
Seeing that Xing Zhaozhao's basket was empty, he couldn't hide his disappointment: "Why is it empty? Why did you bring an empty basket out?"
“The things on the mountain are all limited. How can I have something to sell every day? I’ll wait until next time. I’ll go into the mountain again next time.” Xing Zhaozhao said as she took off the basket on her back and took out a jewelry box wrapped in newspaper. “Besides, this basket isn’t empty. Look, it’s still full of things.”
"What is this?" Several old men gathered around.
“It’s a wooden box. I found it while cleaning the cellar. It looked pretty good, so I brought it over to show the old men and see if I could get some extra money to build a new house for my family,” Xing Zhaozhao said.
As soon as the newspaper wrapping was opened, an old man made a strange "eh" sound.
"How is it? Isn't this wooden box nice?" Xing Zhaozhao immediately went over and asked.
The old man shook his head: "I don't know anything about your wooden box, I don't know anything about this business, but I think your newspaper article has some interesting points."
Xing Zhaozhao: "??"
What's so special about a piece of old newspaper used for wiping your bottom or pasting on the wall?
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