Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

The man who was traveling with Mr. Baohe this time was a young man with dark skin and a healthy appearance.

Mr. Baohe asked a bookstore he was familiar with before, if anyone would like to go with him, and the boss brought the young man.The young man was full of confidence, saying that he had read the book written by Mr. Baohe a long time ago and was his loyal reader, and the two had a very happy chat.

"One day, I will write a book like you, sir."

During the journey, the young man talked while walking with his luggage on his back.

"Oh? What book are you going to write?"

"I want to write ghost stories and horror stories."

"Is it weird?"

"Sir, your book has given me a lot of inspiration."

Mr. Baohe felt helpless and tried to change the subject.

"Do you like horror stories?"

"Yes, my mother used to tell me all kinds of scary and strange stories. When I was young, I was very playful, and I often didn't want to go home when it was dark. My mother would scare me and say, 'Going out at night will cause trouble. When something good happens, I ask back, "What's bad?" My mother will tell me stories about ghosts and ghosts. The purpose is to make me afraid of the dark and go home to sleep at night. But ah, this kind of story Listening too much is addictive. My mother sometimes wants me to go to bed early, but I have to go out just to let her tell me stories. Unfortunately, she died of a cold a long time ago. My mother is the same as Mr. Has beautiful long hair. Ah, by the way, sir, shall we talk about Hyakumonogatari? Do you know Hyakumonogatari?"

"I know, it's a little game from Japan, right? Everyone takes turns telling stories about monsters, and after each story is told, a candle is blown out."

"It is said that when a hundred stories are told and the candles are all extinguished, there will be ghosts coming. Let's try it when we get to the inn."

"But there are only two of us. It means that each person has to tell fifty stories. Besides, I don't know as many weird stories as fifty."

"You can make it up yourself. Or the ghost stories that have been passed down from ancient times that you heard from people you met during the journey, it doesn't matter."

"A hundred stories have been told, and the sky is still not bright? It will affect travel."

"Then don't talk about a hundred in one night, but finish it during our trip, what do you think?"

"That's all right. And you don't have to put out the lights. Otherwise, it would be too much work to prepare a hundred candles."

In line with the idea of ​​deepening exchanges, Mr. Baohe accepted the youth's proposal.Since then, every night, the two took turns telling the strange stories they knew.Stay in a hotel at night, spread out two quilts side by side, and start talking about ghosts.After telling five stories each night, they will go to bed.

The young man did know a lot of horror stories, many of which were creepy tales that Mr. Baohe had never heard before.Some of them may have been made up by the young man himself, and some must have been heard from his mother when he was a child.As for Mr. Baohe, although he has experienced many strange things, he is not aware of how bizarre his experiences are, so the inventory in his mind is quickly exhausted.He had no choice but to ask the innkeeper or the old man he met in the teahouse some hair-raising gossip, and write it down in his diary first.After nightfall, when it was my turn to speak, I would take it out and ask the young man to learn from it.

In short, the two got along very well along the way.Although Mr. Baohe sometimes felt that this young man was too clingy, he was relieved to think that he was his reader.

However, if he arrived at the destination of this trip smoothly, he would not be Mr. Baohe.The two of them crossed the river that day. Originally, they could reach their destination by walking along the road for half a day, but for some reason, they deviated from the road and got lost. There was no one to come across.When it was time to reach the destination according to the sky, but there was not a single house in sight.Surrounded by wild mountains and mountains.

"Sorry... I seem to have lost my way."

"It's common to get lost when you go out. Why do you need to blame yourself, sir? Just walk back to the main road the way you came."

However, even if they turned back along the original road, the two of them had no impression of the scenery before them, as if they had never been there before.As the sun set, the two of them still did not get out of the surrounding mountains, so they had to light the lanterns and continue forward, but they were confused and didn't know which direction they were heading.

Just when the two were mentally prepared to sleep in the wilderness, they saw a large area of ​​farmland in front of them, which indicated that there were farmers living nearby.In this way, the two came to a small village at the foot of the mountain along the ridge of the field.

"It may be a blessing in disguise this time." Mr. Baohe looked at the silhouettes of the mountains reflected by the bright moon, and said, "If you smell this smell, there must be a hot spring not far away."

After he said it, the young man noticed that since he entered the village just now, there was a pungent hot spring smell all around him.I had never heard of any hot springs near here before.It has never been introduced in the travel guidebooks on the market.If there really is a hot spring in this village, maybe the publisher will give some red flowers on top of the compensation.

"As expected of Mr. Baohe, even if you get lost, you will find tourism resources that no one else has discovered."

Mr. Baohe blushed a little, and responded indiscriminately.

The two went to several houses separately, and asked all the villagers who were willing to show their faces, if there were any hot springs nearby and any shops where they could stay.All the villagers were gloomy, as if they were not surprised by the visitor's visit, they just kept looking at the outsider with cloudy eyeballs, and slammed the door behind them as soon as they finished speaking.Fortunately, the two of them had made it clear that there was a shop at the foot of the mountain for tourists to rest. Since it was getting late, the two of them walked straight there.

Along a path lined with bamboo forests, the two arrived at the hotel soon.I searched for it with the lantern in my hand, only to find that the walls of this hotel were stained with mildew, and the roof was overgrown with decaying grass.The owner of the inn is an old man, just like the group of villagers just now, with a gloomy face, his head always bowed, and his expression is hidden in the shadows.While talking, Mr. Baohe and the young man could only stare at his dander-covered top of his head in embarrassment.His voice is low and muffled, and sometimes it's hard to hear what he's saying.Plus speaking a unique local dialect, what does it mean?Even if the two couldn't help answering the question, he would ignore it.After being led to the room, the young man coughed because of the musty smell in the room, but he heard Mr. Baohe ask the shopkeeper, "By the way, is there a hot spring in this village?"

"Climb up the path behind the house. But it's best not to go at night."

"why?"

"If you go, you can't come back."

"Do you mean getting lost?"

"No, those people never came out after they went in. The next day, only the clothes they took off were left by the pool. As for the people, I don't know where they went..."

After finishing speaking, the innkeeper left the two of them in the room, turned around and left, no matter how they called, it seemed as if he didn't hear them, and he walked away swiftly.

The windows of the room are broken and broken, and you can see the outside of the house.The moonlight illuminates the outline of the green bamboo forest in the night.There is a thin path leading to the depths in the forest, which seems to be the way to the hot spring.There was a smell unique to hot springs in the air, as if something had rotted.

"Sir, there are strange stories here!" The young man's eyes shone with excitement.

Mr. Baohe knew what was thinking in his heart, and he thought the same thing himself.only……

"It's just that the boss has warned you like that..."

"Sir, if there is any danger in that hot spring, it can't be written in the book. Shouldn't we go to the field to investigate?"

Mr. Baohe felt that his words made sense, so he made a concession.

"I'm too tired after walking all day today. Let's go tomorrow night."

The young man agreed, and went to sleep contentedly.Mr. Baohe was miserable. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. After a while, the young man's snoring sounded, and he couldn't sleep even more. He had to look at the room by the moonlight.I don't know if I don't look at it, but I was shocked when I saw it. This is really a terrible room.The roof was covered with cobwebs, and some unknown flying insects stuck to it.The oil lamp in the corner was covered with a layer of dust, and the lamp oil in the lamp was black and thick, like sludge.

When it was daylight, Mr. Baohe couldn't fall asleep, so he had to leave the room with the young man and eat in the hall.

The breakfast is cooked by the proprietress.The proprietress also had the same gloomy expression as those villagers, always frowning as if she was having a headache.

When Mr. Baohe and the others arrived, the rice was just on the table, and there were some small stones mixed in the rice grains, and there were also a few white hairs, which probably fell from her head.The side dish is a small dish of pickles, which tastes like muddy water.By the way, apart from the young man and Mr. Baohe, there seemed to be no other customers in the store.

The young man asked the boss about the hot spring with great interest, and asked him if he went there at night, he would not be able to come back alive, whether this was true, and whether such a thing had happened before.But the boss still refused to answer him seriously.

"It doesn't matter if you go during the day."

Just this sentence.

With nothing to do at leisure, Mr. Baohe decided to go to the hot spring with the young man.Regardless of what the shopkeeper said.At this moment, he just wants to take a good bubble in the hot pool to relieve his fatigue.The smell of hot springs is steaming not far away, who can bear to leave the village without entering?

Taking a white handkerchief, Mr. Baohe and the young man walked forward along the path behind the inn.Countless green bamboos on both sides are densely shaded.There is a ramp directly ahead, going straight up along the slope of the mountain.After walking for a while, the inn, which was still visible just now, was hidden behind the bamboo forest.On the contrary, there is a cliff with water vapor curling up ahead.Arriving at the rocky place, the bamboo forest has also come to an end, and the white mist formed by the steam is lingering around.

Mr. Baohe and the young man climbed up the rock and took a look around. There was a place protruding from the middle of the cliff, and there was a puddle of water there.It seems that it was not created by someone hollowing out the rock wall, but a natural hot spring formed by the accumulation of hot water in the rock nest.The size is about the size that it will be crowded when five adults take a bath at the same time.The spring water is cloudy with some sediment.Mr. Baohe took off his shoes and socks, and put his feet in to check the temperature of the water. It was slightly hot, but the heat was just right.

Mr. Baohe has his own unique aesthetics for bathing in hot springs.The young man didn't care so much, he took off his clothes and jumped in.Looking down, there is a bamboo forest in front of your eyes, and the scenery is beautiful.Behind the towering cliffs, the rough texture of the rock walls also makes people feel at ease.At this moment, the young man suddenly felt something wet and slippery wrapped around his arm.Turning around suddenly, she saw Mr. Baohe's long woman-like hair blowing out on the surface of the hot spring.Usually, if he feels that he will disturb others, Mr. Baohe will comb his hair into a bun before taking a bath in the pool.But today, it was only him and the young man, so he didn't care about it.

"Ah...hair..."

The young man muttered in a low voice, staring at Mr. Baohe's long hair floating on the water in a daze.