"Holy crap, a skinhead... a wanted criminal?!"
Zhao Youliang, who was wolfing down his food, felt that the other person looked familiar, so he subconsciously spoke up.
After all, the two of them only caught a fleeting glimpse of him when he was paraded through the streets.
Moreover, death row inmates now look completely different and wear hats that cover most of their faces.
Seeing Zhao Youliang's expression and hearing what he said, the death row inmate was also stunned.
With a grim expression, he asked, "You know me?!"
Zhao Youliang was already embroiled in trouble and didn't want to invite any more.
Therefore, he quickly shook his head repeatedly: "No, I don't recognize you! You looked familiar at first glance, but upon closer inspection, I've mistaken you for someone else..."
Upon hearing this, the death row inmate followed Zhao Youliang's gaze to the paper-making shop, seemingly understanding something.
Without saying anything more, he simply patted Zhao Youliang on the shoulder and then got up and left.
His pale, sunken face wore a very eerie smile.
"Young man, that shop is yours? Not bad, not bad!"
Seeing that the other party had left on their own initiative, Zhao Youliang finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
They moved to a different table and continued to wolf down their food.
However, he did not notice that in the instant the death row inmate patted his shoulder, he not only cut off a lock of hair and took it with him, but also threw a gray "ball" the size of an ordinary pill into the tofu pudding.
And this small ball has now been swallowed by Zhao Youliang...
Perhaps because he had eaten two breakfasts in a row and asked for a few extra wallets, Zhao Youliang felt very full today.
After patting his bloated belly and letting out two satisfied burps, he got up and left contentedly.
Since he was going to die anyway, he didn't care about the rules of the paper-making shop and rode his old bicycle straight out of the town.
Firstly, Zhao Youliang was still skeptical of what Manager Sun had just said and wanted to test whether he could actually leave the town by fifty miles.
Secondly, aren't the "immortals" in the stories all living in the mountains?
Even if they don't live in the mountains, at least they don't live in the town and run small businesses.
So Zhao Youliang wanted to go into the mountains to try his luck.
If I could encounter Master Gray or some other "old immortal," I would be saved!
Because he was in a hurry, Zhao Youliang rode very fast, so fast that sparks flew from the bicycle chain.
If it were a normal 50-mile journey, Zhao Youliang would arrive in just over an hour at his cycling speed.
But his goal was to go into the mountains, and the rugged mountain roads were all uphill.
In some places, it couldn't even be called a road; Zhao Youliang had to carry his bicycle to get through.
They kept going back and forth like this, riding bicycles and riding bicycles, until it got dark and they had traveled about fifty miles.
Although it is not too far from the town, the place is completely deserted and can be described as desolate.
Moreover, the closer they got to the "critical value" of fifty li, the more anxious Zhao Youliang became.
The feeling was like "standing on the edge of an abyss, walking on thin ice," as if taking another step forward would mean certain doom.
Is it really that bizarre?!
The intense palpitations made Zhao Youliang unconsciously stop in his tracks, secretly considering giving up.
Or maybe we should go back... The sun is about to set, and the shop is still open...
It's better not to think about the paper-making shop, because the thought of it reminds Zhao Youliang that he doesn't have many days left to live.
It's all the same death either way, so why not give it a try!
What if nothing happens? Then I can leave this eerie, cursed place!
With this thought in mind, Zhao Youliang mounted his old bicycle again and pedaled furiously, looking like a cavalryman who had been driven into a corner and was now charging forward.
But before he could get very far, Zhao Youliang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
It's like your heart is suddenly gripped tightly by an invisible hand, unable to pump blood or beat.
He immediately felt completely powerless and fell off the bicycle with a thud.
"Oh my god, Manager Sun is telling the truth!"
"That unscrupulous Taoist priest really tricked me into signing some kind of 'ghost contract'!"
Even ants try to survive, let alone a living person like Zhao Youliang.
Despite the excruciating pain in his heart, Zhao Youliang struggled to crawl back—towards a range of fifty miles.
His subconscious told him that he would be fine as long as he returned to this area!
However, because he had fallen so hard and Zhao Youliang had no strength left, he crawled very slowly.
What would normally be a mere dozen steps seems like an insurmountable chasm to Zhao Youliang now.
A moment later, Zhao Youliang could no longer bear the excruciating pain in his heart and fainted with a scream.
As for whether it was within fifty li, he himself wasn't sure...
It was unclear how much time had passed before Zhao Youliang slowly woke up, or rather, he was awakened by the cold rain that fell from the sky.
"I'm still alive..."
Zhao Youliang struggled to his feet and, after confirming that he hadn't broken any bones, began looking for his bicycle.
Fortunately, it was just a person who was thrown out; the bicycle was right in front of me.
Zhao Youliang picked up his bicycle and intended to go straight back, but the rain was getting heavier.
With darkness and muddy roads, going down the mountain at this time is almost tantamount to suicide.
Even if he didn't fall off the cliff, slipping and rolling down the hillside would be enough to give him a serious injury...
"Let's find somewhere to take shelter from the rain first!"
Zhao Youliang muttered to himself as he looked around.
Suddenly, I noticed lights shining not far ahead, and I could faintly hear the sounds of opera singing coming from the rain.
"Wait... opera?!"
Having recently been encountering strange things, he immediately realized something was wrong: why would someone be putting on a show in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere?!
Who is this song for?!
After a moment's thought, the answer was about to emerge in Zhao Youliang's mind—a ghost!
This is a "ghost play"!
In his panic, Zhao Youliang didn't care about anything else and immediately picked up his bicycle and ran!
Unfortunately, no matter which direction he fled in, the "ghost play" would always appear directly in front of him.
Moreover, the two sides are getting closer and closer.
The most terrifying thing was that Zhao Youliang found his body starting to go out of control, and he actually walked towards the stage on his own.
"I'm doomed! I've been bewitched!"
"Isn't this a death sentence?!"
When Zhao Youliang uncontrollably carried his bicycle closer, he discovered that it wasn't raining here at all.
The audience was seated below the stage, drinking tea and eating pastries, listening intently to the opera performance.
On the stage, several pale-faced actresses were singing, fiddling with their fingers.
"Since you're here, sit down and enjoy the opera!"
While Zhao Youliang was filled with fear and anxiety, a waiter led him to an empty seat.
They brought him tea and some pastries and placed them on the table in front of him.
Zhao Youliang took a closer look and almost vomited!
On the surface of the "tea" floated a layer of wriggling maggots; the pastries were already rotten, with various worms crawling in and out.
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