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I thought I couldn't tell him about it yet. If I said I had a pair of white hands on the steering wheel, he'd be too scared to drive.

A pair of white hands with traces of water and the fishy smell of aquatic plants. When these three elements were combined together, one could easily come to the conclusion that a water ghost was holding onto the steering wheel. And this water ghost definitely didn't die in the ditch at the intersection because the ditch wasn't very deep. It was at most one meter deep and there wasn't any water grass. In my memory, the ditch was never full. That was the first point. Secondly, there were a lot of cars and a lot of people. If someone fell into the water, someone would definitely find out and not drown in it. Therefore, I prefer to believe that this is a pair of bloody hands, not the hands of a water ghost. Since that's the case, then where did these hands come from, and why did they want to kill us?

"I thought you were scared silly to remind you." "No," I said.

"Hey hey hey, I'm scared silly?" Just look at what you're saying, I've been through a lot. Just now, the steering wheel seemed to have malfunctioned and I couldn't turn it, neither could I step on the brakes.

I thought to myself, Even if you pour the whole barrel of oil, it won't work. We experienced another jolt, but it was much more comfortable this time, because the glass was opening very slowly. By the time we got home, it was almost eleven o'clock. He had been so nervous these past few days that he hadn't had a good night's sleep. His body was so tired that he could finally sleep soundly today.

As soon as I fell asleep, I ran into the bolt of my dream. He was still wearing the same outfit, carrying a lantern. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by me, "Hurry up and leave. I don't want to see you if I want to rest now. I almost fell down with my life."

Who knew that the bolt would directly throw something to me. I subconsciously took it and complained the moment I received it. It was another complaint. It seemed like another person had complained. I didn't even look at it before tossing it back to her. She smiled and said, "This is your responsibility. My task is to hand it to you. You can handle it yourself." With that, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He was gone, but I still felt something in my hand. I looked down and saw that the statement was back in my hand. I threw the vulva onto the desk. "F * ck you, are you still letting laozi live? There's still a holiday for official work."

Then I woke up, and when I woke up it was already morning.

Glass asked me if I should go to the police station to understand the situation. He was more interested in how Huang Xuanyuan was able to escape. To be honest, I was also interested, but then I thought about why they were looking for trouble. Wasn't this a good time to eat, and besides, I didn't want to deal with them.

I said no, that bridge won't be built anytime soon, so hurry up and call your dad, reflect on the situation, and let him take care of the business first.

And then.

I thought about it and said, "Then I'll take you to Chicken Hill."

The glass said okay.

The reason why I suggested taking him to Chicken Mountain was to take him for a walk. I wanted to relax my mind and touch more of the Qi of heaven and earth. It would not only help my body and mind, but also help him forget what happened a while ago.

Chicken Mountain is the westernmost mountain in our village, crossing the mountain and reaching the Anhui Province. At that time, when the glass was looking at the mountain in front of the gate, he said that the mountain in the west of the mountain could not hold air, and that was Chicken Mountain. Even so, Chicken Mountain is still the most proud mountain in our village, because all the other mountains are bare, with at most some weeds growing on them. Only the chicken mountain was covered with oily pine trees and looked like a mountain forest. The east side of Chicken Mountain was relatively slow, so it was suitable for climbing. The other three sides were as steep as a cliff, making it extremely difficult to climb. Especially since the southern side of the mountain had been blasted apart by someone long ago, the scene looked completely unrecognizable. If it wasn't for the dead man, he would have gone on with his story. I don't remember what his name was, but he had a nickname, Spy Dogman, and he was here with a group of people to open the mountain. People said that you were nicknamed the Dogman, and this mountain was called Chicken Mountain. Chicken dogs and chickens clashed against each other. If you opened the mountain, something would happen to you. He didn't believe in evil, but in the end, he did get it right. After blasting the rock with gunpowder, he shoveled the broken stone onto the cart, preparing to push it into the stone shredder and turn it into sand. At this moment, a huge rock fell from the height of ten meters and pressed him down from his waist to the bottom. His lower body was completely crushed. Halfway to the hospital, he died. The reason I know so much about this is because my dad used to open mountains there. After that, no one dared to work there anymore. During the process of opening the mountain, there were also some strange things. It would often explode into piles of snakes, some as thick as a foot and some as thick as the neck. Dad often brought the snake home to cook and eat. That year, I also had goosebumps from eating snake gall, which came out in the morning, disappeared in the afternoon, and was especially punctual. I hung up a lot of water, but it was all useless.

Glass and I climbed the mountain from the east. It was autumn now, and the grass on the ground was mostly yellow, some with spikes of seeds. There were patches of brown rocks in the grass and clusters of wolfberries next to them. Long branches hung with red medlar beans. Green pine trees grew all around us, very lush, and from time to time there came the chirping of birds in the trees, and when we passed, the birds in the trees flapped their wings in alarm and flew away. These pine trees are very flammable, their treetops supporting each other, shading the sky from the sun. Lowering his head, he saw that the ground was covered in dried up colors. Looking up at the peak of the mountain, he saw that the two colors were intertwined together. They were extremely beautiful, making people feel comfortable. When we reached the top of the mountain, the peak of Chicken Mountain was clearly different from the top of the mountain. It was very sharp, but in reality, the entire mountain was just a cone.

"Could it be that this trap was left behind by the treasure hunt?" the glass asked, pointing to a square pit at the top of the hill.

"You're right." I pointed to the eastern side of the hole. "Look, there's a small hole here. So this place has a wutong tree. Ancient people said, 'The phoenix is not immune to the phoenix tree.' They also said, 'The phoenix will never fall into a land without a treasure.'" It is said that someone saw the Phoenix fall here, so they are here to search for treasure. As for whether or not they managed to dig it, I cannot say for sure, because the hole already existed when I was born. "

The glass looked around and asked me if I had anything to say about the little hill to the northwest. He was talking about a small hill in the northwest part of Chicken Mountain, but it was very difficult to reach, and I guessed that it was only about twenty meters above sea level. Like Chicken Mountain, it was covered with pine trees, so to speak. This mini hill was rumored to have been formed when Erlang Shen was carrying the mountain to catch up with the sun. On the north side of this small mountain was a lake called Chicken Lake. It was a very small lake and was a place where spiritual events frequently occurred.

The glass looked towards the southeast and pointed to a piece of water. "Is that the Dead Water Pool that can be seen from Mount Bu?"

I nodded and said, "That's called Chicken Baoquan. Strictly speaking, it's not stagnant water because there's water flowing out from the bottom."

Glass smiled, "This temple really has a big wind. There are more than eight Kings of the shallow pool. I didn't expect there to be so many places to study in this place."

I thought to myself, there are many more bizarre things I haven't said, if I say them all out, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish them in a day. However, the purpose of today was to accompany the glass as they relaxed, so it was better to not talk about these things.

"Let's go to the Chicken Baoquan to take a look." The glass said.

We walked down the shady side of the mountain, to the north. The reason was that we couldn't go down from the south, because the rock pool left behind by the mountain opening was too steep, and there were a lot of stones that were loose and could not be put down, while Shanxi ran in the opposite direction from the Chimbao Spring that we were going to. It was a bit of a detour on the other side, and to the east was the way we were coming up, which was against the principle of mountain climbing and sightseeing.

There were many masson pine trees in the northern part of the mountain, a kind of pine tree filled with needles. At this time of the year, there were a lot of black and brown pine trees the size of a fist. Halfway up the mountain, there was a cave. The cave was five meters tall and ten meters deep. It was the fire cave from the War of Resistance Against Japan.

We went down the hill and headed straight for Chicken Baoquan, which was at the southeast end of Chicken Hill. Our route was to head south and then east. This road had no name. It divided the area south of the mountain of Bu Shan (the bare mountain south of Bu Shandong) into two sections, north of the road was the mountain, and south of the road was the mountain, while this part of the road was the mountain of Bu Nan. This section of the road was also divided into two sections, with the north-south road at the foot of the mountain as the boundary, and the north side as the mountain, and this one was called the lone mountain; the farmland to the west and south of the east and west of the road was called the Stone Monkey Land.

We have to pass through this area of land before we go to the Chimbao Spring. This land is called Stone Monkey Land because this place used to have a temple. There are seven big stone monkeys in front of the temple, but now there are none. There were also two reasons why the Stone Monkey was lost. The first reason was that the Stone Monkey had gained vitality over the years and ran away on its own. The other was that the Stone Monkey, the Northern Dragon King, had borrowed it to guard the house. For the latter, the proof was that there was a dragon here.

It was hard to say whether there were any Dragon Kings here, but there were Eel Eels, also known as Longfishes. There is no need to talk about the little yellow eel, but it is said that it is as thick as a bucket. My grandfather has seen it before; before the temple was demolished, this yellow eel was lying on the roof of the temple with its head held high. Now that the temple was gone, the Stone Monkey was gone, and the big eel was no longer seen by anyone.

We followed that east-east road, and soon came to the North-South dividing road at the foot of Duoshan Si, and then we followed this dividing road to the south. This road was rather wide, and was undoubtedly a dirt road as well. At the southern end of the road was the Chicken Baoquan.

"This place has a well." Glass exclaimed in surprise.

The well was at the junction of the Divide Road and the East and West Road, and it had a long history. It had never been done, no matter how dry the weather, as far as I could remember. The mouth of the well was square, and was surrounded by patches of dog-tailed grass and root-plucking grass. Inside, it was round, and the diameter was slightly increased. A ring of protruding stones was piled up. Some people said that the big eel was hidden in the well, so very few people dared to stay by the well for too long.

The water was only a meter or so from the mouth of the well. It clearly reflected our shadows on it.

"Let's go, it's getting late. Let's go back after seeing the Chicken Baoquan." I tugged on the glass.

We walked south along the road, and Glass said, "The north side of the Stone Monkey Land is so high, and the south side is so low. If it was the rainy season, I don't think we'd be able to harvest much."

"Yeah, if the amount of rain is relatively large, then this place will be completely flooded. The entire Stone Monkey Land will be submerged with water that is knee-deep, and there will be a lot of wild reeds, dogtails, and green ears in the water." Sometimes, there were even more fish in the water! If you look down from the top of the mountain, you will see a vast expanse of light with no end in sight. It is a very spectacular sight. "

"Seems like I didn't come at the right time." The glass exclaimed!

On the left side of the southern section of the road was a large area of reeds. These reeds were different from wild reeds; they were very thin, very short, and their leaves were very small. These reeds grew very tall and thick, and their leaves were very large. Only a portion of the leaves of the reeds were still green at this time of the year. Most of them had turned yellowish brown, and the leaves overlapped each other to form a sea of reeds. The top of the reeds grew tufts of hair, which people often cut off, and which were put on the soles of their shoes in winter. The clothes were very comfortable and very warm.

The wind rustled the reeds, and the glass looked particularly excited at the moment, whistling and pulling at the leaves as it went.

At that moment, something suddenly jumped out from the reeds in front of them and stopped in the middle of the road. I looked and saw that it was a weasel, a weasel of some age, all golden and dazzling in the sun, with the tip of its nose shiny and black, and its front feet standing up like a small kangaroo, and two bean-sized eyes staring at us without the slightest sign of fear.

Glass stomped on the ground and roared. The weasel was so frightened that it immediately turned around and tried to flee. However, it failed to do so.

"Aiyo, you've got quite the guts to actually dare to block my way." He picked up a clod of dirt from the ground and threw it at me. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. Because the weasel is intelligent, you treat it well, he knows to repay your gratitude. Today, it blocked our way, or maybe it was just a warning for us not to go any further. Here we have another way of saying, the yellow wolf is in the way, the bad luck is at the head, the yellow wolf is the yellow rat wolf. I think the two theories are the same. If it blocks the way, it is a warning of danger.

Under the forced expulsion of the glass, the weasel dove back into the reeds.

I said the glass let's go back, today is not suitable to see the chicken water.