Chapter 180

The sound of the strong wind sounded like a ghost crying, so miserable and sad. The temperature suddenly dropped and it was very unbearable. The leaves of the trees began to tremble, and the grass on the ground also shivered. Some plants on the side that had dewdrops hanging on them shook the water off, making it wet everywhere and making the road look even uglier.

The flames were blown very high, as if they could rise three feet three meters in the wind. The wind brought with it a gust of flying sand and rocks, and a strong fishy smell.

After everything was burned and packed up, Boss Liang quickly went home. He didn't bother to carefully check what was good or bad about the grave bag. He just turned around and ran, fearing that he would be a step slower and die.

Not long after we started walking, it started to rain. The clouds were pitch black, and the ground was pitch black as well. We couldn't see clearly even with a lantern, so we had to use a flashlight. The visibility of a flashlight was also limited. We were walking on the road, one step deep and one step shallow, and we almost fell. We had to hold on to the person next to us, but that hand was extremely pale and as cold as jade, and Boss Liang shuddered.

He also noticed with the corner of his eye that the arm had no sleeves, and confirmed that it was not the hand of the park nor the car owner. He kept silent and was unwilling to show it. He thought, if I don't say anything, the matter will be over. Even if they want to find me for something, it won't be done in a short time. I pretended that I didn't know, and maybe I can get away with it. Even if I am found out that I was faking it, there are still people around me.

Those things may not be able to do anything to me.

After barely calming himself down, Boss Liang continued to walk forward, walking in the front. A thick fog was spreading, and he almost couldn't help turning his head to see if the person behind him was still there. The road was very muddy and difficult to walk on, and it was raining, so he couldn't hear any footsteps. The more he walked, the more he felt as if there was no one behind him.

Boss Liang was hit by the wind again. He shivered and felt very cold. He wrapped himself in clothes and murmured, "Oh no, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. I don't have an umbrella. If it rains heavily, I'm afraid I won't be able to go down. I originally planned to go home before dark, but now it's dark and it's not night yet. I can't rest even if I want to. Oh no."

A hand was on his shoulder, he staggered and nearly fell, but he didn't ask, just walked forward. After taking a step, he felt a hot breath on his back, coming from the hand on his shoulder. It was a hot breath with a fishy smell, but it went straight to his neck. He felt it was very strange, and his hair stood on end.

His body was stiffer than before. He walked on the road with measured steps without thinking at all. The result was that the road in front of him was flat. Fortunately, if the road was not flat, he would have fallen. At this moment, he did not care about the rule of not looking back.

Although he knew in his heart that it was not easy to turn back in the dark and unfamiliar mountains, and it was even worse to turn back suddenly after paying homage to his ancestors' graves, there is a saying that there are three lamps on a person's body, one on the top of the head, and the other two on the two shoulders. If one shoulder is held down by someone, the fire on that shoulder will be less.

If you turn your head quickly, the fire on your other shoulder will be less, and the fire on your shoulder may be extinguished by the wind when you turn your head. If this lamp is extinguished, the yang energy will be weakened, and you will suffer, such as suddenly seeing things that you would not normally see, suddenly encountering things that you would not normally encounter, suddenly taking the wrong road and ending up in a place that you could never reach normally.

If you accidentally enter a place that you can't normally go to, there is a high probability that you won't be able to get out after entering. If you can't get out, you will have to die inside. If others see the body, it is just that the person was not careful when walking and fell on the road and died. It is really pitiful and regrettable. There is no other thought or words, and you don't even know to whom your things will go after you die.

Whenever he thought about these things after his death, he felt uneasy. All the fears he had in the past suddenly turned into a pile of dry wood and firewood that stabbed into his heart. After a while, a fire started and grew bigger and bigger, just like the fire that was lit at the grave to burn paper money before, which made his whole body smell like smoky candles and paper money.

The smell was so strong that you could tell what the man had just done without having to get close.

A chilly and damp feeling slowly crawled up from his back to his neck, like a poisonous spider sneaking into the house on a rainy night, or like a venomous snake crawling into the quilt at the head of the bed with a body covered in sticky liquid and scales. Boss Liang shivered all over, trying to dispel the chill of unknown origin. He looked around with wide eyes, but he could not see anything clearly, and saw nothing.

He thought he would at least see someone, but he couldn't even see the shadow of anyone. He became more and more scared and almost burst into tears. If he could cry loudly now, perhaps the emotions in his heart would disappear. However, in this environment, he didn't dare to do so. He was afraid of attracting dirty things, which would then be more troublesome than now, and he didn't know if it would be more dangerous.

After he stopped shivering, he got up and patted his clothes. His clothes were already dirty. The ground was very dirty from people walking back and forth, and this was a mud road, which was even dirtier than ordinary concrete roads. In addition, it was raining, and the ground was even dirtier from walking back and forth. He fell down like this without any preparation or protection, and all the dirt was on his clothes, so it was inevitable that they would be dirty.

There was nothing he could do about it. He looked at his clothes and tried to comfort himself. After comforting himself in his heart, he raised his head, afraid that he would see someone else's pale face suddenly approaching him. But he didn't see it, so he breathed a sigh of relief and looked around tensely. He still didn't see the people who came with him before, so he strode down the mountain.

He thought, I don't know what is bothering me, don't I know how to get down the mountain alone? I know the way down the mountain. Since I have been here before, it is easy to go down again. If I can't find the others, then I can't find them. They are better than me at this kind of thing. If they can't get out, they are half-baked. There is no need to worry, because they can't help me. I just need to make a phone call to find someone.

It would be great if they could get out, which means they are really capable and can help me. If I find the source of the problem, I can relax a little. It would be better than now, where I am too tight, it breaks easily and is uncomfortable.

After thinking about these things, Boss Liang walked faster and took a deep breath. His nostrils were filled with rain and strong wind. A fresh and sticky smell of wild plants that was unique to the deep mountains wrapped around the soil underground, climbed up along his shoes, pulled at the hem of his clothes, climbed to his sleeves, and tried to drill into his sleeves, but he shook his hand off and then grabbed his belt.

It was as if countless insects had crawled into his clothes, shivering as they built nests and laid eggs between every goose bump, as if the world outside was not big enough and only here was warm, comfortable and safe.

Boss Liang rubbed his arms and waist vigorously through his clothes. His legs moved faster and he almost fell again. However, this time he stood up quickly. No one came to support him and no hands appeared. He gasped loudly and continued to walk forward. It was almost completely dark in front of him. He was blind and could not see anything when he stretched out his hand. He was afraid that he would accidentally bump into something and his hands would fall out.

He tried it and then took his hand back, as if he had never taken it out before.

At this time, deceiving oneself is not the best solution, but for him, there is no better solution.

In particular, this method is the most effective, does not require other people, is simple and easy, feels good, and the fear is reduced a lot at once.

Boss Liang comforted himself and slowed down his pace. His breathing was still very loud, but he couldn't help breathing, so he could only move forward like this. He didn't attract anything. He looked around, still a little panicked, but didn't see anything. He curled the corners of his mouth in joy and fear, his face was pale, his hair was wet and stuck to his head, and water was dripping down his face.

The water flowed down to his lips, he couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat. He pursed his lips and felt it was bitter and astringent, probably not something good. He wiped it off and pretended that he had not tasted it, even if it was an accident.

His pace became even slower. His body was exhausted and his mind was too tense. If he got to his residence, he would definitely have a good sleep.

As I was thinking this, my steps became even slower than before, when I suddenly saw a light in the distance. It was a faint, warm, orange light.

Boss Liang didn't know what he was thinking. He rushed over and almost threw himself on the door and knocked, shouting, "Master! Master! I'm just passing by. I want to go down the mountain and go home. I live in the village at the foot of the mountain. Can you let me in to rest for a while?"

The door creaked open, revealing an old, white-haired woman. Her hair was very long and tied up on top of her head, which was full of silver-white hair like the moon. A grey knitted hat was pressed softly on top of her hair. It was round in shape but not very regular, as if it was made because she was dizzy and didn't pay attention to it. It should be very light.

But the old lady was hunched over, with her head lowered and her neck tilted forward, a very standard stereotypical state of an old person.

The way she looked, it seemed as if her hair and hat were very heavy, so she had to lower her head and bend her waist to distribute the pressure of the weight.

Boss Liang stood at the door and smelled a rotten odor, just like the nauseating stench that one might smell when getting too close to the soil during worship at a grave.