C2

"If you can't be a living Yin Master, then be a dead Yin Master. "Alright, I won't say anymore. You have to investigate this case. As for where you started, you'll know soon enough." The man disappeared again.

"If I can't be a Yin Master, then I'll be a Yin Master who dies." What did this mean? Could it be that if I don't work part-time, then they'll take me in and make me a full-time worker? As I was thinking, my cell phone suddenly rang. I opened my eyes and saw that it was already dark. I had actually slept for such a long time, and even had a dream like this.

I picked up my cell phone and saw that it was from home. I pressed the answer button.

"Son, are you looking for work?"

"Sigh, Mom, can you not bring up that pot or not?" I'm most afraid of people asking me about my work.

"You said you were a university student after all. You didn't even get a share, so you might as well go home and farm."

"Mom, what are you talking about? Why are you calling me?"

"It's not a big deal. It's just that something happened to you coming to Uncle Fu's house in the East District. I'm afraid your aunt can't take it anymore. You should come back sometime."

East yard, we do not say here is the east room next door, but the east room. We have two rooms, we are in the west wing, my grandfather's grandfather and his grandfather's grandfather who is also from the same generation in the east wing. To put it bluntly, the upper four generations are the same person, a relative who has yet to give out five uniforms. Although it was not very intimate to divide the branches here, but if something happened, it couldn't be said that they didn't care. Didn't they often say that the eighteen generations of ancestors were still considered relatives even when they reached the eighteenth generation?

"Alright, I'll go back and take a look sometime." "Yes," I promised.

"Right, when you come back, bring Si Ran along as well."

"Oh!" I replied, thinking that the woman was so busy every day that she didn't even bother with me and didn't have the time to go with me.

"Then let's not talk about it anymore, I'm hanging up."

"Sigh, Mom, wait a moment." I suddenly thought of Song in the book in my dream. Since his surname was Song, and I thought he sounded familiar, he might be from our village.

"Do you know that the name of our village is Song Chi?"

"Aiya, I say, you damned bastard. Did you go to school to be an idiot? Uncle Fu's name was Song Ying! "

My heart jolted. I had always casually asked, but I didn't expect there to be such a person. "Then, then did something happen to their family?"

"What kind of thing?"

"Mom, what's wrong? "That's right …" I couldn't say for a moment, because it was a taboo of our people to talk about it at night, but for a moment I didn't know how to say it, so I lowered my voice and said, "That's it."

Only after the meeting was over did Mom say, "How did you know?"

"He really bumped into it?" I asked.

"That's right. It was fine a while ago, ever since …"

"Alright, I won't say anymore. Mom, I'll go back tomorrow." After saying that, he quickly hung up the phone. As a person, his mother could not open the chatterbox, so once she opened it, no one would be able to stop her. Ye Zichen put down the phone, then sat on the bed with his heart suddenly very messy. The yellow paper actually turned out to be true. It seems like my appointment as the Yin Division Judge couldn't be fake. No wonder the man in black said, "As for where to start from, you'll know soon enough." He used the phone to remind me.

"What are you thinking? It's time for dinner. " Lu Si Ran walked over.

"I'm not thinking about anything. Tomorrow, I'll go back to my hometown."

"What happened? Look at your face!"

"It's nothing. It's just that someone in the east room is dying. I need to go back and take a look. It's getting late. Hurry up and eat. Let's go to bed early." I thought that I must not tell Lu Siran about this before this matter was made clear, in case she was unable to feel at ease. For the whole night, I kept tossing and turning, and the moment I closed my eyes, I saw the man in black and the book and the judge for no reason at all.

The next day, when I opened my eyes, it was nine o'clock. Lu Si Ran had already left for work. There was breakfast on the table. I casually ate a bit before dialing Liu Si Nong's number. After graduating from college, he directly took over his father's car maintenance company, not to mention that this guy had quite a business mind. In the short span of a few months, he had not only become familiar with all the businesses, but he had also made the company go through great lengths. Even his father was ashamed of his inferiority and had no choice but to back off.

"Hey, Glass, what are you busy with?" Glass was a nickname for Liu Sinian, as we used to call him in college, because he was a man himself, and that was the name he got. I don't know what his parents thought.

"Counting the money!"

"Brother, you are so poor that you can't even open the pot. You are so damn busy counting money every day, the heavens cannot tolerate this."

"Cut the crap, how much do you need?"

"It's not a matter of money. I'm going home today, just drop me off when you're free."

When Liu Sinnan heard this, he hurriedly said, "Today? I'm afraid not today. This place is indeed a little busy. " Liu Sinian had always been a much more stingy person than money.

"Okay then, I thought you were interested in the Evil Crashing Beast." I hung up. As far as I knew about him, he would have called right away, because he was not just a car hobby, he was an imaginary thing. The more mysterious the more interested he was, the more interested he would be in it, and once you got to his grave, he'd be like a grandson, and he'd have to find out what was going on. But this time I seemed to have miscalculated. I waited for twenty minutes, but the guy couldn't get a reply. Forget it, I'll just go back on the bus. I packed my things briefly and went downstairs to find a car parked directly opposite the head of the stairs. As I was walking down the stairs, I was startled by the sound of a horn honking. At this moment, the window of the car rolled down. Someone stuck their head out and wore sunglasses.

"Grandson, I thought you wouldn't come." This was none other than Liu Sinian. When I got on the car, I saw that there were a lot of pure water, snacks, and food on display.

"You think we're going on a picnic?"

"Hurry up and tell me who hit the devil. Fuck, your father's been poked again this time."

"It's none of your business who dares to offend General Xie. Just send me home, and then you'll return home the same way you came."

"What are you saying? I've come all the way here to kill you, yet you completely ignore my feelings."

"It's not that I don't want you to participate, it's that this matter might bring about trouble. I'm just afraid that you might have a life to earn money, and that you might not have the life to spend money."

"Speak less of this, it's useless. After all, I've studied it before. Do you think you should bring me along?"

"I won't!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Alright, I'll call Si Ran right away and expose the little incident between you and that beauty editor."

When I heard this, I felt weak in my heart. "Glass, you have guts, but I'll put my word in front, don't blame me if anything happens."

Upon hearing that I had given in, Liu Sanniang was immediately amused. "Comrade Little Song, that's more like it." Before he could finish his words, the car had already dashed out.

On the way, I briefly explained the whole situation, including my strange dreams, but didn't mention the matter of me making the judgement. That brat was stunned for a moment when he heard me, and he directly asked me if I was serious. I laughed and didn't answer him directly, partly because it was just a dream, and partly because I was afraid he would go out and talk.

My hometown is located in the north of Jiangsu, is a place that can't be more poor. When people spoke of a mountain village, they would always think of the dense mountain forests that hid all kinds of unnamed birds; the clear streams, the grass that swayed along the sides of the streams; the green, oily paddy fields where people stood and sang; the rows of green willows along the river, the reeds in the river, and the innumerable fish and prawns. But this seemed to have nothing to do with that mountain village of mine, because the mountain there was bald, and of course there were no mountains or streams, and the river was dead, and there was only water in it during the rainy season, so there were no fish or shrimp. "I remember the elementary school textbooks saying that there were fish, deer, reeds, and skating during the winter. Everyone had a happy expression on their face. I was really envious at the time, but now I think I was cheated.

Our car got off the highway and headed south. The road was obviously much worse, so the car moved especially slowly. The glass window was still singing excitedly, but it stopped moving at a high speed because the road was so bumpy and he was afraid of biting his tongue. We walked along a stretch of gravel road, the wheels rustling against the sand, the trees on either side of the road receding like snow. Far off in the distance was an endless field, in the middle of which were new soil that had been turned over. It seemed that the crops had just been planted, and because of the dry weather, the seedlings rarely grew.

"Fuck, what is this?" Glass cursed, then glanced out of the car. "Why is there no rice?"

I cursed silently. You playboy, how would you know that we don't grow rice here? Besides, what season is it now? I think the Summer Bug can't speak the language of ice, it's useless talking to him, "The road ahead might be even worse!"

The car ran on the gravel road for nearly half an hour, then got off the gravel road and onto a bumpy dirt road. Since the weather was relatively dry, the road was covered with sand. When the wind blew, it started to dance.

After another forty minutes on the dirt road, it was almost noon when we reached the village entrance. By this time most of the villagers had returned from their labours, and a few of them had already begun to smoke. As soon as the carriage entered the village, it attracted the attention of many villagers, which was understandable. As the village was closed off, there were very few cars like this coming in. Many kids chased after the cars, and quite a few adults recognized me through the windshield. They greeted me over and over again, and then began to gossip by the roadside. When I got out of the car, I was in front of my neighbor's aunt. Before I could greet him, the other party spoke up first, "Aiyo, Erlang has returned." Come to my house. "

I smiled and said, "No, I'm already home."

Then my uncle heard my aunt coming out of the house, and he nodded to me in greeting. My aunt said to my uncle, "You like the university is different, as soon as you graduate, you have good prospects, even a small car."

I smiled awkwardly. Then, with sunglasses on, I opened the car door and got out. When she saw the glass, she hurriedly asked, "This is …"

"Oh, Auntie, I'm Mr. Song Yunfan's driver." She smiled at me.

"Take a look, I already said that this child has been smart since he was young. He must have grown up to be an official. Is that right?" When she saw that I was about to enter the courtyard, she hurriedly said, "Erlang, your parents already went to the compound. You came to Uncle Fu's house, so your Aunt Gui Hua might not be able to hold on." She and her husband went into the house.

"Jiro?" Glass laughed, then he sang, "Wu Erlang, where is Dalang?"

I glanced at the glass. "Come to Uncle Fu's."

When I got into the car, Glass saw me flustered, so she didn't dare to be careless. She immediately drove straight to Uncle Fu's house.

We have a bare mountain here. It's called Heaven's Walk Mountain. In reality, the mountain is a bit too small for us to handle. This mountain range was about a thousand meters long, with a height of at most two hundred meters between north and south. Its horizontal height was probably not more than a hundred meters. Uncle Fu lived in the north side of the mountain roots, where the villagers used to live. The houses were all made up of mud walls and straw roofs. Then the standard of living improved, people began to move north, away from the foot of the mountain, the house turned into a tile house. Out of habit, they called the foot of the mountain the 'inner circle'. The 'inner circle' referred to the inside of the village, which was also called the 'encirclement'. Some places were called the 'encirclement', which was called the 'outer circle', but after a long time, it wasn't called the 'outer circle' either, it was called the 'North Lake'. There was a path between the enclosure and the North Lake.

So now most of the villagers have two houses: the old one at the foot of the mountain and the new one at the north. Most of the roofs of the houses had collapsed, leaving behind only the broken earthen walls. Some of the houses that could still be lived in were occupied by elderly people, with the exception of the ones that couldn't afford a new house, like Uncle Fu. That was why his parents had given him the name of "getting rich". They had hoped to get rich, but they hadn't expected that he wouldn't get rich. My family lives in the North Lake, so to get to the inner circle you have to cross the road between the inner circle and the North Lake. However, once they had crossed this road, the road in the enclosure could be called a mountain road. Not only was there a certain slope, but it was also very narrow, allowing only one person to walk. On both sides of the road were wild wormwood and wild mint, all knee-deep and extremely lush. Previously, people had lived on this hilly mountain root, which had a zigzag distribution along the mountain.

Generally speaking, this is against the rules of building houses, because the slope of the foundation is very unstable, but at the time, people still lived like this, I think it was because they wanted to copy the land of the North Lake to grow good crops, after all, at that time, people's only economic source was the land, so they didn't dare to waste any of it.