ghost

City K in August is very hot. On sunny days, the morning is better, but in the afternoon, the outside is like an oven.Under the sun, the view is so hot that the picture is distorted.

Fang Xia got up in the morning and went out for a walk. In the afternoon, he stayed in the hotel lobby and chatted with the proprietress.

The boss is in his forties, he doesn't look very old, but his skin is a bit dark, and he is a very talkative person.She was sitting on the high chair at the front desk, talking to Fang Xia while checking the accounts.

"You want to hear about the strange people and stories in Xushui Town? Then I've heard about some of them." The proprietress flipped through the ledger and said.

"For example?" Fang Xia sat in the small rest area on the first floor of the hotel, next to Fu Jin, sipping an ice-cola, tilting her head to look at the proprietress.

"For example, in the old Zhao's house in Qianjie, the old Zhao dreamed about his dead father. His old father told him that the room he slept with his wife was not good. Later, Lao Zhao and his wife changed the bedroom next door to sleep. "The proprietress stopped flipping through the ledger, and told Fang Xia vividly, "And guess what?"

"What's the matter?" Fang Xia asked following the proprietress' words.

"Not two days later, the roof of the room that Lao Zhao and his wife used to sleep in collapsed! If they hadn't changed rooms, what would have happened?" Always right."

Fang Xia echoed a few words, and continued to ask, "Do you have a paper-making shop here?"

"Yes! There are quite a few! We have the habit of burning paper for our ancestors during the Ghost Festival. These days, the business of the paper shop is very good!" said the proprietress, "Those shops are a bit far away from me. You may not have seen it. We run a hotel to receive foreign tourists, so we are close to those shops, and we are afraid that tourists will feel unlucky, so naturally we can’t open with them.”

"Did anything strange happen in that paper-making shop?" Fang Xia asked.

"What strange things can happen in the paper tie shop?" The proprietress finished speaking, and then said, "Speaking of which, there is indeed a very strange thing in our Xushui Town. It is the octagonal wooden tower..."

"What happened to the wooden tower?"

"The wooden pagoda has a history of thousands of years. It is said that an ancient military general was enshrined in it. Now it is impossible to tell which dynasty or generation the general was."

Fang Xia: "Aren't the Buddha statues inside?"

"Of course there are also Buddha statues." The proprietress said, "The strange thing I want to talk about is that every year after the Ghost Festival, there will be a day when you can see a faint light from the top window of the wooden tower. But , Inside the wooden tower, except for a few electric lights on the first floor, there is no lighting equipment on the upper floors. Everyone said that it was the ghosts of the generals who died in ancient times. "

"Then what is the reason?" Fang Xia asked.

"Who knows? A few years ago, the town government called the relevant departments of the Bureau of Cultural Relics to investigate, but nothing abnormal was found. It may really be the general who is causing trouble." The proprietress smiled.

"Have you seen the light on the top of the wooden tower?" Fang Xia looked at the proprietress.

"I've seen it twice." The proprietress said, "It's not every year. The time when the bright light appears is not stable on a certain day, and the time of the day is not certain. Whether you can see it depends on luck. If it is white At dawn, it’s basically invisible.”

"Can the wooden tower go up?" Fang Xia glanced at the dark wooden tower not far from the window.

The proprietress shook her head: "Except for the tower watchers, no one is allowed to enter."

Fang Xia chatted with the proprietress of the hotel all afternoon. Apart from the story of the octagonal wooden tower, there were only some ghosts haunting things, and there was no information related to puppetry at all.

When it was dark and the temperature outside was a little lower, Fang Xia and Fu Jin went out to have dinner together, and then went to the barber shop to have their hair cut.Fang Xia's hair is long, and it's not too hot when tied up, but it's troublesome to wash it.I happened to pass by a barber shop, and as soon as the idea came to me, I went straight in and got a short haircut.

After coming out of the barber shop, it was already dark outside, and the dim street lights on the side of the road were turned on.

"How is it? Are you handsome?" Fang Xia raised her hand to stroke her short hair, and made a gesture towards Fu Jin that she thought was handsome.

"Well, very handsome." Fu Jin looked at the slightly raised hair on Fang Xia's head, chuckled lightly, and praised.

After hearing the compliment, Fang Xia walked along the sidewalk cheerfully without carefully considering Fu Jin's smile.

People in Xushui Town burned paper on the day of Zhongyuan Festival, which can indeed be described as popular.

Fang Xia walked along the road, looked around casually, and could see fires in several corners, which were candles and paper money burning.And the streets gradually became lively, with translucent ghosts coming and going.Some seemed to be looking for a place where family members burned paper money for themselves, some seemed to be taking a walk, and some seemed to have lost their way - they walked back and forth many times on a certain road, and muttered something in their mouths.

I usually don't see so many ghosts when I walk on the road, and only in July and a half, when the gates of ghosts are wide open, can I see this kind of scene.

Fang Xia and Fu Jin walked two streets, walked into a lonely alley, and then walked to another street.This area is an old house that is about to be demolished. There is no one living nearby, so no one came here to burn paper. Except for a few wandering spirits, it looks deserted.

"Go over there, I remember there are several paper-making shops over there..." Fang Xia walked forward a few words, but found that Fu Jin hadn't followed. He looked back and found that Fu Jin was staring across the street.

"Fu Jin?" Fang Xia followed Fu Jin's line of sight suspiciously, but unexpectedly saw a familiar ghost with a cold expression on his face and wearing a Chinese tunic suit, "Su Wen?!"

Before Fang Xia finished speaking, Fu Jin's figure had already turned into a ghost, and he rushed towards Su Wen who was facing him.

Su Wen's reaction was not slow. He knew that he was not Fu Jin's opponent, so he ran towards the alley of the demolished house without thinking. His figure quickly disappeared at the entrance of the alley, but Fu Jin stopped abruptly. .

Fang Xia quickly chased after him, ran to the entrance of the alley, but did not see Su Wen, but saw a wandering soul like an old man sitting in the depths of the alley, with a bamboo basket covered with a black cloth in front of him. Cloth, it seems to be setting up a stall.

"Fu Jin, what's the matter?" Fang Xia didn't care about the wandering old man who set up a stall, what he cared about was why Fu Jin stopped suddenly.

"This is the entrance to the Ghost City." Fu Jin whispered to Fang Xia.

Fang Xia was taken aback, this is the entrance to the ghost market?That ghost market that will only appear on Ghost Festival, but it's not sure where it will appear?

"Then Su Wen ran into the ghost market?" Fang Xia asked.

"Yeah." Fu Jin nodded.

"Can't go in and catch him?" Fang Xia looked sideways at Fu Jin.

"It's you who can't go in." Fu Jin turned her head and looked down at Fang Xia.

Fang Xia understood that Fu Jin didn't want him to follow him in.

"Will it be dangerous for you to go in?" Fang Xia asked Fu Jin.

"No." Fu Jin replied firmly.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you here." Fang Xia nodded in agreement.

Fu Jin walked a few steps towards the alley of the old house, then turned around and told Fang Xia, "Wait here, I'll come out right away."

"Understood, I'll wait here for you to come out, and I won't go anywhere." Fang Xia assured Fu Jin.

Fang Xia watched Fu Jin walk quickly towards the depths of the alley. When he saw Fu Jin passing by the wandering old man, the old man flinched and let Fu Jin pass by his booth.After Fu Jin walked past the booth, his figure suddenly disappeared.

Fang Xia stared at the place where Fu Jin disappeared for a while, and after making sure he couldn't see anything, he leaned against the brick wall at the entrance of the alley and waited silently.

This alley is the entrance of the ghost market, and the yin is obviously much thicker than other places. Fang Xia stood at the entrance of the alley for a short time, and felt that the cold was unbearable.He stood up straight, rubbed his arms, lifted his feet and walked out of the alley.

As soon as Fang Xia walked out of the alley, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps.The footsteps sounded from far to near, obviously coming towards him.Fang Xia subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a familiar young man running towards him quickly ten steps away.

The full moon is bright and clear tonight, even if the street lights are dim, Fang Xia can roughly see people clearly at a distance of ten steps away.That young man has a handsome face with scars on the corners of his eyes, who else is it but Zou Wumang?

The next second Fang Xia recognized Zou Wumang, Zou Wumang also recognized Fang Xia.

Zou Wumang glanced at Fang Xia, but he didn't see his usual smile on his face. He quickly turned his gaze, landed on the entrance of the alley, and ran straight towards the entrance of the alley, obviously not intending to talk to Fang Xia, a family member of the family.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Fang Xia was worried that he couldn't ask the people from Xuanyong's sect for information, so how could he let Zou Wumang come to his door by chance?Before the words fell, the man had already taken a step back, blocking Zou Wumang's way.

"Step aside!"

Zou Wumang split his hands and pushed towards Fang Xia, Fang Xia raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist, but didn't want Zou Wumang to grab his hand instead, paused, and raised his leg to sweep towards his knee.Fang Xia was surprised that this Zou Wumang had learned some kung fu.He hit Zou Wumang before, but the other party didn't fight back, but now it seems that he probably let him hit him on purpose.

Zou Wumang's practiced skills surprised Fang Xia, but Fang Xia's reaction was not slow, he suddenly grabbed the opponent's skirt, the distance between the two narrowed so that they were close to each other, and then raised his knees to press against the opponent's lower abdomen.Zou Wumang missed Fang Xia's knee with one kick, and Fang Xia's knee was faster than him, making him grunt, and bent down while clutching his lower abdomen.

"Did you learn this kung fu from a coach? You obviously lack actual combat experience!" Fang Xia looked at Zou Wumang squatting on the ground, patted the hem of his clothes, and said.

"What do you want to do?" Zou Wumang raised his head, staring at Fang Xia with cold eyes.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to ask about your uncle Wang Tonglin." Fang Xia knelt down in front of Zou Wumang.

"You think I'll tell your Geng family about my uncle?" Zou Wumang sneered.

"Don't be like this, the death of your fellow student was actually manipulated by someone behind the scenes, do you know that?"

"You want to say that my brother's death has nothing to do with the Geng family?" Zou Wumang asked back.

"Someone controlled the Geng family to kill your brother." Fang Xia explained.

"That's a good excuse, but it's a pity that your family refused to save my brother back then, so I can see what your family is like." Zou Wumang said, pushed Fang Xia suddenly, got up and walked towards the alley run.

Fang Xia put his hands on the ground to stabilize his fallen body, then jumped up, followed Zou Wumang, and ran into the alley.

"Stop!" Fang Xia shouted.

Zou Wumang naturally wouldn't listen to Fang Xia, and ran deep into the alley without looking back.He quickly ran past the stall of the wandering old man, and disappeared into the alley.

Fang Xia hesitated for a moment, but still followed the old man's stall, followed Zou Wumang into the ghost market.

Fang Xia's figure disappeared into the alley, and the wandering old man who set up a stall turned his head, raised his wrinkled eyelids, looked deep into the alley with cloudy and cold eyes, and muttered: [There is a person I didn’t buy a road to introduce a ghost market, hehe... Someone didn’t buy a road to introduce a ghost market, hehehe...]

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Author: Hello?Fu Jin?Your child is disobedient again...

Fang Xia: Damn!Do not sue!