The mother and son finally reached an agreement, and the little guy sat obediently on the edge of the bed, watching his mother climb out of the window.
At that moment, the little boy held his breath, jumped off the bed, and ran over there.
Finally, when he saw Ye Wanying land safely and unharmed, the little girl was able to breathe again.
His little face was scrunched up, looking very serious.
After a long while, she finally murmured, "Silly mom, can't you just use your precious son as an excuse to leave through the door openly and honestly? You idiot, Mom is a big idiot!"
The little guy was quite willing to be used by his mother, but unfortunately, it didn't work out.
How could Ye Wanying, as a mother, bear to actually use her son for anything?
Regardless of the size or importance of the event, I am unwilling!
That's her precious son, not an object to be used at will. Ye Wanying was very clear about this!
...
Ye Wanying, who had already quickly left the compound, hailed a tricycle by the roadside: "Driver, to Bailipo."
"Bailipo? Comrade, are you sure?"
It was clear that the tricycle driver's expression changed completely after hearing the place name Yingying mentioned; he looked very frightened.
Ye Wanying naturally noticed her master's expression: "Yes, I'm sure. But judging from your tone, Master, is there something wrong with Bailipo?" she asked.
Upon hearing this, the tricycle driver cautiously spoke up:
"Comrade, that place is really eerie, it's haunted. You really want to go?"
Haunted?
I thought it was nothing serious.
Are ghosts scary?
No, the most terrifying thing in this world is not ghosts, but the human heart!
"go."
"Then we can only take it to the foot of the mountain. If you want to go up the mountain, you have to go up yourself."
"OK!"
...........
After agreeing on the terms, the tricycle driver started pedaling and setting off, muttering something under his breath.
In fact, Ye Wanying heard it clearly. The master was chanting nothing but 'Amitabha, Namo Amitabha, Bodhisattva, please protect me, please protect me...'
Is Bailipo really haunted?
Otherwise, how could it be so exaggerated?
Ye Wanying's brows furrowed suddenly, her eyes deepening as she fell into deep thought.
Bailipo, according to her own mother, was that barren and backward little village, which was one of the Su family's secret treasures.
So, let's put ourselves in their shoes.
If it were me, I would definitely hope that no outsiders would ever set foot around my private vault, thus reducing the possibility of it being discovered.
Therefore, the ghost story is very likely just a scheme by someone with ulterior motives.
Thinking this way, I became more and more certain in my heart.
After all, the small mountain village is backward, and many people have traditional, rigid, and feudal ideas. The ghost stories are enough to fool them.
Ye Wanying had lived in the countryside before, so she had some understanding of this kind of thing.
The tricycle was moving quite fast, and it took about twenty minutes to reach the foot of the mountain: "Comrade, we've arrived."
Forehead?
It's clearly quite different from what my mother described.
Is this the foot of the mountain?
That doesn't seem right.
Mingming Mountain is still ahead, at least a mile away.
It was clear, however, that the tricycle driver was absolutely unwilling to go any further.
Reluctantly, I had to get off the bus and walk over by myself.
The tricycle driver took the money and immediately rode away, as if he didn't want to stay there for even a second longer.
In the master's words: This godforsaken place, I wouldn't go in even if you gave me a hundred bucks!
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