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Yan Po shook the bell and muttered something.She is afraid, so she is restless.It was daylight, and the dense fog in the mountains and forests obscured her vision. Every time she took a step down the mountain, she knelt down and kowtowed, and repeated this until she was supported by her hands.

Yan Po didn't dare to raise her head, and said in a trembling voice: "Old promises, you can't go back on it!"

The hands were gone, she opened her eyes, the forest was quiet, and there was no response.

In desperation, Yan Po had no choice but to turn around and go back.

Xinghe is still waiting for her at home.

Her most precious grandson, the only blood left by her daughter.She wants to keep him no matter what.

This scene happened in unison in the office of the underworld, and the atmosphere was like frozen snow.

The onlookers did not dare to speak, the reason is very simple: there is one more person in the picture.The owner of those hands that respect the old and love the young, a man with an expressionless face, raised his head accurately and looked at the camera position that did not exist.In the next second, everyone's screens went black.

After three seconds of wailing, the office returned to its former happiness:

"Is the boss really going to divorce?"

"Perhaps a marriage?"

"Wrong start, wrong person."

"Is the eldest fiancee beautiful?"

"Buy and leave!"

"I don't know, her file is no longer under the jurisdiction of the underworld."

"Eighteen ugly girls."

"It's the 22nd century. Arranged marriages are not advisable! I will annul the marriage."

"I bet on marriage."

……

When Bai Xinghe got up early in the morning, his grandmother had disappeared.She only left a note, saying she was going to the temple to pray.

His mind was full of the portraits of last night, and the more he thought about it, the weirder it became.

Grandma is confused, but she can't put a portrait of her grandson in the house.

Bai Xinghe planned to talk to his grandmother.The temple is at the foot of Meishan.He was walking on the path in a skirt, and the clothes and the silver bracelet made a crisp sound of the rings colliding.It was daylight now, and he was the only one on the path leading to Meishan.Bai Xinghe faintly heard the copper bell again.He thought: It seems to be summoning the soul.

He was immediately startled by his own thoughts.

The portrait of the deceased... Calling the soul...

He quickly let go of this thought and walked into the mountains with all his heart.The temple is still a long way from him.

However, accompanied by those strange bells near and far, before he realized it, his body began to lose strength slowly, and finally he had to fall and sit on the side of the road.In front of his eyes are blurred grass, bushes, gray-white thick fog, that distant temple, and his own knees and toes that are suddenly far and near...

Bai Xinghe felt like he was sticky muddy water, flat on the ground, smoky from the sun.

He screamed in his heart: Oops, the soul is not floating up but down, this is going to hell!

He struggled desperately, scratching the mud with his fingers, and when he looked up, he vaguely saw a figure walking towards him... a tall and thin man, with a fluttering shadow, suddenly stopped in front of him like a butterfly.

……

Grandma is sitting by the bed, she seems to be crying.

"Grandma?" Bai Xinghe pulled the pillow and sat up, looking around, "How did I get back?"

"A hunter carried you home...you are sick." Grandma touched his forehead. "Fortunately, the fever has subsided. Go to sleep, and you will be fine after a short sleep. I will give you medicine."

He has many things to say: the portrait in the house, that strange man, the ringing of the copper bells... But she sang the lullaby of the Mei tribe, like his mother coaxing him to sleep when he was a child, his eyelids slowly sank , Consciousness disappears like a submerged island.Bai Xinghe had a severe headache, half asleep and half awake, extremely restless.

He grabbed someone's hand and talked in his sleep: "There is something in the mountain, it's not a person. Be careful, don't go...Grandma...Mom..."

What stopped in front of him... was not a human being.

This time Bai Xinghe slept for a long time, the dream was as blank as snow, only the lonely sound of the wind.In the evening, he was awakened by a small sound, and he was surprised to find that there was a strange man in front of him.

The man was sitting on the chair in front of his bed, but grandma left without knowing when.

The man looked at him: "Are you awake?"

He wears a pinstriped shirt, with a straight back, cold eyebrows and eyes, and tattoos all over his arms with his sleeves rolled up. Those are ghosts that can only be found in Shan Hai Jing, and the paintings are vivid.The one closest to him is a Ba snake, painted on the back of the hand, with a distended snake head swallowing an elephant, which is very strange.

Bai Xinghe was probably absorbed by the basilisk, and he didn't react for a long time, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

"I'm a witch doctor, Yan Po invited someone to heal you." The man said, "What's wrong?"

He woke up like a dream: "Where is grandma?"

"She's cooking."

"Oh, I'll go find her."

Bai Xinghe got out of bed, and when he was putting on his shoes, he found that he was still wearing a skirt.

His face changed immediately: "What did you do to grandma?"

The man glanced at him: "I didn't do anything."

Bai Xinghe sneered: "Impossible, how could grandma let you enter my boudoir without worry. In ancient times, you would have been immersed in a pig cage."

The man's calm expression froze a bit, his eyes seemed to be looking at the mentally retarded: "It's the 22nd century now."

However, before he finished speaking, Bai Xinghe had already escaped from the room like the wind, and went straight to the kitchen.

There was no one in the kitchen!

Bai Xinghe was terrified, and suspected that the witch doctor was trying to kill himself for money.

He ran to the corridor, but heard the sound of the bell again, and it turned out to be coming out of grandma's room.

Bai Xinghe chased after him in a panic, but he had a strange premonition in his heart: the person who rang the bell in the morning was also grandma, and she was summoning the soul...whose soul?

Yan Po kowtowed on the ground, kowtowed, rang the bell, and looked at the wall.

thump.

thump.

This is how the sound of hitting the wall came that night.

"bless……"

"engagement……"

"life……"

Bai Xinghe grabbed the doorknob and looked at the wall in astonishment: there was nothing on the wall.

Grandma's pale face looked lost: "Grandma can't make the decision, it's useless."

"What do you mean?" He was puzzled, "Is grandma worshiping God? Who is that person outside?"

"He...he is a witch doctor." Grandma put down the copper bell.

"Grandma, we can't engage in feudal superstition. If I'm sick, I should go to the county hospital. I can't find this kind of witch doctor."

He said this dryly, after all, he didn't quite believe it.There must be strange things in the weird town of Y, otherwise there would be a series of strange things.

Grandma didn't answer, she stared blankly at the door through him.

The witch doctor stood outside the door.

"I'm going first," the man said.

Grandma asked him, "Aren't you going to stay for dinner?"

He shook his head.

The man's sleeves had been pulled down, covering the tattoos on his arms, and only half of the snake's head and elephant's toes could be seen on the back of his hand.Bai Xinghe didn't say a word, and suspiciously looked back and forth between the grandmother and the witch doctor, thinking: The sorcerer and the witch doctor...they have already colluded.He had no fever at all, nor was he sick.

Grandma sent the witch doctor to the door, then dragged Bai Xinghe and reprimanded him: "Why didn't you thank the doctor? He woke you up. People who have a fever in the mountains are often taken away by mountain ghosts. Only the witch doctor can wake them up." cured."

"Goodbye, doctor." Bai Xinghe was suspicious, and he was reluctant to thank him. "Be careful on the road, thank you."

The witch doctor smiled politely, and gave some medical advice to Granny Yan.Facing the old man, he spoke softly, and he didn't look so cold, but rather strangely gentle.

Sven scum.

——The word popped into Bai Xinghe's mind.

After confirming that the witch doctor was gone, he closed the door and knocked on the side of grandma: "What is grandma praying in the house?"

"I wish you well."

But he clearly heard grandma say "marriage contract" in dialect...or did he hear it wrong?

Grandma looked at him with cloudy eyebrows: "What does Xinghe want to ask?"

He dared not ask about the portrait.

He can vaguely guess what happened, but he can't be sure, if it's that kind of terrible truth...

Maybe this is why grandma is confused every day.

The scene of the witch doctor's hand and the snake eating the elephant appeared in front of his eyes.

The wild elephant died, it was the snake that ate the elephant...

"Xinghe has grown up." Grandma stroked his hair affectionately. "It used to be only the size of a pillow, and it was gone in a blink of an eye. It's time to eat. Tonight, I made your favorite sweet and sour pork."

"There is a portrait of me in that room," he finally asked, "Why? It's a photo of me when I was a child."

Grandma smiled: "You were seriously ill at that time, and you almost died. It is the custom in Town Y that children's funerals must be held as soon as possible, so there is a portrait. I forgot about the photo, it's too bad It's auspicious, I'll burn it tomorrow."

Is that right?

It is true that the portrait is covered with dust, but how could grandma have not found this unlucky portrait for so many years?

He thought it was a clue.

"What are you thinking? Let's eat." Grandma patted his hand.

He came back to his senses: "Well, is there any soup tonight?"

The grandparents and grandchildren started their evening life as usual.At night, Yan Po locked herself in the room again.When Bai Xinghe heard the ringing bell, his heart was in a mess. He didn't know why he passed out on the road, but it must have something to do with the ringing bell.

It's impossible for grandma to harm him... What happened to him, and who was the man he met before he passed out?

The nights in Y Town are very lonely. People here are used to going to bed early and don’t go out much at night. Almost all the shops and vendors outside have their doors closed. The streets and street lights are lonely, and there are not many people on the road.If tourists come here, there is a high probability that they will return disappointed.

He was in the rain with Town Y, and the rainwater flowed down from the edge of the umbrella and hit his feet.A passer-by looked here and took a glimpse.He observed his figure on the glass of the roadside shop, and thought: This skirt is still high-necked, the Adam's apple is invisible, and a wig will make it perfect... No, I don't have a womanizer.

"Miss, I'm sorry to bother you."

A male voice came from the ear.

He turned around and saw several men holding cameras and selfie sticks.Very familiar, like a few foreigners on the bus.

"I'm a reporter from xxx We Media..."

"You want to ask about the customs?" Bai Xinghe interrupted him, "Very few people come to Town Y, and there aren't many places to play here. The folk customs are not very friendly."

"No, Miss." The reporter lowered his voice mysteriously, "Our theme this time is horror folklore. Do you believe in ghosts?"

The sky has eyes, and as soon as his words fell, a huge thunderstorm fell from the sky, scaring the entire group into howling ghosts and howling.

After hesitating for a while, Bai Xinghe said: "You may not believe me, but I am...a ghost."

The reporter laughed loudly: "Young lady is so cute, are you from Town Y? Do you know what kind of horrible incidents happened here? I heard that there used to be a custom of 'ghost king marrying his wife' here."

"Hmm... it's the ghost king marrying a wife," the reporter went on, "the bride is a human being, the kind who is alive. It is called a wife, but it is actually a sacrifice that people offer to the ghost king. It was already a thing in the Ming Dynasty that the ghost king married a wife. Now, counting the days, the new ghost king should get married too."

"I haven't heard of it, why don't you ask the old man."

As Bai Xinghe said, he thought to himself, how pitiful is a girl who marries a ghost?Fortunately, it is the 22nd century, and there must be no such strange customs in the countryside.Otherwise, whoever is so unlucky to be dedicated to the ghost king will be frightened crazy when he sees his husband at night.