C43

I threw the amulet into the fire and burned it. Then Dad and I moved the glass back to the van, the formation unchanged, with Yixin and me at the front and Dad pushing the car behind us. Because my knee hurt so much, I walked slowly, one hand holding the lamp, the other supporting me, he was afraid that I would fall if I walked on this road.

I thought about everything that had happened along the way and finally found the person who had stuck the symbol on my back. It was the guy who was drunk. But by now, I'm sure the man was drinking, but he wasn't. He just pretended to be drunk, to confuse us with the smell of the wine, so that we wouldn't be on guard against him. He hit me on the back and didn't move away from it. He lay on my back for a while, and I thought it must have been there. No wonder the second time I looked back, the person who was originally lying on the ground had disappeared in an instant. From the looks of it, he was also ordered by Huang Profound Dragon, and the fellow who struck me at the mouth of the alley and became a fool afterwards must also have received Huang Profound Dragon's orders.

Today, he launched two attacks on me, clearly showing how urgent it was to get rid of me. Why did he have to get rid of me, just because I called the police? But it wasn't me, it was glass. Thinking up to this point, I raised my head and looked forward. The night sky was filled with darkness, and I didn't know what kind of formation Huang Xuanlong had set up in front of me, waiting for me to drill in.

In order to ease my nervousness, I deliberately found some easy topics to talk about. I asked him why he was so afraid of his wife.

He refused to admit it and said that he had hit her first. Since she dared to attack him, why would he be afraid of her?

I said, then why did you escape? You escaped just like that, and you got beaten twice on the soles of your shoes.

He smiled and said, "Why didn't she run away when she hit me?"

I said, then you couldn't beat her, so you were pissed off.

He thought, "Wrong. It's not that I can't beat her, it's that I can't."

I said why.

"If you make her angry, then stop letting me sleep in the future! If she doesn't let me sleep, I'll sleep with you? "

"Sleep your ass, I have a woman!" I suddenly realized that although this guy and the glass came from two completely different worlds and had completely different backgrounds, they had very similar personalities. No wonder the two of them had chatted so much at the wine table and refused to separate at the end.

As we walked, we soon came to the middle of the road, which was rather difficult because there was a large ditch on the left side of the road, which was said to be connected to the well. But I can say that it never happened, because when the ditch was dry I caught the fish, just like the other ditches. But there was something strange about it, that as long as it was in the rainy season, no matter how big or small the rain, the ditch would be full, and the water would run from the shore to the road (which no one could explain). When the water receded, the road became very muddy and the road became crushed as people walked. After the rainy season, the shape of the road was preserved, forming today's high and low uneven road surface.

One had to be careful when walking in this place, or one could easily fall down. Because my knee was injured and I was walking in a hurry, I stepped into the hole and twisted my leg. A heart-wrenching pain came from my knee, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the ground. I cursed under my breath. Weren't you supporting me? Then why did I fall so straightforwardly?

The thought of hurriedly coming forward to help me infuriated me. "Go to the side of death, I'll do it myself." After saying that, I used both of my hands to prop myself up from the ground. At this moment, I heard a ruckus coming from the ground. It was extremely chaotic, as if many people were shouting, and all of them were whispering amongst themselves.

Hm? I frowned. Where did all this noise come from? My first thought was of the dwarves. My grandmother told me about this dwarven country when I was a child. She said that there was a world underground and that the people in this world were very short. He also said that once upon a time there was a man who went deep in the well, and when he heard someone speak below, he leaned over the mouth of the well and looked down, and saw a man with his head held high beneath the ground, asking him if he had a sieve in his house, and would you lend it to me? Of course, this was the story of an old man coaxing a child. It couldn't be confirmed. But how could this situation be explained? Was it the sound of other places moving along the ground? Impossible. So I put my ear to the ground again and listened, really, as if someone were bargaining.

"Erlang, what happened to you? You're practicing push-ups! " One Thought said.

I quickly made a gesture of silence. Dad saw that something was wrong and also asked me what was wrong. I quickly turned my head and made a gesture of silence towards Dad. My right ear hit the ground and was numbed by the noise, so I switched to my left ear. You know, right now, I'm heading south. If my left ear is touching the ground, my eyes are looking west. And the road to the west was actually an endless field, also known as Stone Monkey Land.

Then I saw a lot of lanterns in the field, the paper lanterns, red and moving slowly. Moreover, there seemed to be a human figure behind every lantern. However, because the fog around the stone monkey was very thick, he could not see it clearly. It was just a hazy shadow. I could hear the shadows moving and stopping, sometimes even stopping to whisper to each other. Even the words of greeting in front of an acquaintance, I still remember the following.

"Aiyo, isn't this third brother? It's been a long time since we last met, and we're here soon." The other laughed and said, "Yes."

"Big Aunt, what did you buy on the street today?" The other party replied, "Aiyo, the things here are too expensive. I didn't dare to buy anything, so I just bought two melons."

Someone asked, "How much is your umbrella?" The other party replied, "It's very cheap. It's just the money for two pieces of paper."

It was like a busy city.

At this moment, he asked me, "Hey, Jiro, what are you doing?"

Look to the west and see if there's anyone there.

As soon as he heard this, he hurriedly shook his head and said, "I don't want to see it. Don't scare me like that."

"It's not scary at all. It's very far away from you."

When he heard what I said, he slowly turned his head and looked at me for a long time before saying, "No, where did this person come from? It's just a ball of fog, nothing."

Weird, why is it only I can see, could this be another method employed by Huang Xuanyuan? But the talisman on my back had been burned, which meant that I had already escaped his control. Why were these things still aimed at me? Everything seemed so peaceful. There was no threat, and there were no signs of an attack.

"One Thought, come over here and lie down here." Not knowing this is always a problem, and only I can see it now. It's a peculiarity and targeting that makes me extremely uneasy.

As he thought of this, his expression changed completely, becoming terrified as he shouted, "Why is someone talking!"

"Shh, shh —" I slapped him to silence him. At the same time he turned his head to the west, and the man stared, wide-eyed. I heaved a sigh of relief. So this guy could see it too. That's good, that's good.

"So many people." The thought came back to him and he shouted again.

"F * ck, can't you be quieter?" When I said that, I noticed that many figures had suddenly stopped. They all raised their heads and looked in our direction, then with a cry, all of them disappeared. In a split-second, his figure disappeared. The lantern was gone. His voice was also gone. Everything was as quiet as before.

Thinking of that, he got up and patted the dirt off his body, "There's no more, the people from the market were scared off by your shout."

"Bullsh * t, it was you who couldn't hold the door open with your voice. You sounded like you were carrying a megaphone when you spoke." I rolled my eyes at him.

"The market?" His father spoke up at this moment. According to his father's personality, there were some things that he had to keep quiet. He would focus on the main points whenever he spoke and from his tone, it seemed that he had his own understanding of this phenomenon.

"Yeah, it's a huge market. Many people are doing business with lanterns."

"Aiya, this is a ghost market!"

When I heard the words "Ghost Market", my heart couldn't help but tremble. Ghost Market, as its name implied, was where a bunch of wild ghosts were doing their business. But what kind of tricks did the Ghost Market have?

"Ghost Market? "What's wrong?" I asked.

"So the Ghost Market is located to the north of Chicken Mountain, near the Chicken Treasure Lake. Why did you move here after dozens of years?" Dad looked to the west, but I know he can't see anything now, "The things in the ghost market are very cheap. Previously, our people were very poor and didn't have any food, so at night they all went to the area near the Chicken Lake to wait for the ghost market to open. "Just now you alarmed them. I reckon that the Ghost Market will move again soon. Who knows where you will move to then?"

Hearing his father's tone, it sounded like he was slightly regretful.

"How did they know there was a ghost market there?" I asked.

Dad said we didn't have much time as we walked.

I looked at my cell phone and saw that it was already 11: 00 am. The road ahead is still very hard to walk, so I have to hurry.

So Dad told us about the ghost market back then, which made us feel cold behind our backs, especially after that scene just now, I always felt that there were a lot of shadows floating around us.

It happened in the sixties, when my grandfather and another person from the village drove a donkey cart to the market place to sell grains (at that time, it was very poor, I don't know how I managed to save up food for sale), and the market place was in the northwest of our village, about fifty miles from here. At that time, because the price was not agreed upon, they had to pull it back. Due to the long journey, when they arrived near Chicken Treasure Lake, it was already the second half of the night. The two of them chatted as they hurried back. As they walked along, they saw many people walking along the road with lanterns in their hands. Their appearances could not be seen clearly. There were also a few people who stopped to ask them if they were selling food. Since the other party offered a very low price, they did not sell it. As the two of them walked along, they felt that something was wrong. These people all walked with narrowed eyes. As the donkey cart passed by, they disappeared in a flash and then reappeared in another place. The person with my grandfather suddenly woke up. No, he encountered a ghost. So he exploded a few times with the whip and made a sound with the whip. After a few whipping sounds, those people all disappeared in a flash. After that, the Ghost Market disappeared and was never seen again.

When Dad told this story, we were passing by that patch of reeds. The wind blowing on the reeds made a rustling sound, which made people shiver. The glass made a couple of sounds on the car, and I hurried over to see him clawing at it with both hands. I pressed down on the glass and said, "Don't mess around with the glass. It will be fine in a moment, it will be fine in a moment."

I said let's hurry. Dad nodded, took a deep breath, shook the handlebars again and worked harder.

I had just turned around when I heard a sudden wail from the reeds that almost made me jump, and I crouched down in fright, head down, not daring to make a sound, and my father almost dropped the handlebars and tried to steady the car again.

After the wailing, the surroundings returned to silence. The rustling sound from the reeds was getting more and more rapid, as if something had drilled into the reeds and was swimming towards them.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" I was anxious, because there was a large forest of hawthorn trees on the other side of the reeds, and there were many ancient tombs in the forest, so this thing must be something ominous coming from there.

"I'm scared!" Without raising his head, he answered with a trembling voice.

"F * ck, at this time, if you're afraid, then hurry up and f * ck off." I snatched the lamp from his hand and urged my dad to leave.

Dad seemed to realize something and pushed the car forward, leading the way.

When he turned back to look at the road, he had a bitter face. It seemed that he did not dare to go back now, so he cried, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

I looked at his legs and kicked them, "Useless thing!" I limped forward.

When he saw that I was gone, leaving him alone, he was afraid and hurried after me. We had only taken a few steps when something came out of the reeds with a howl and came after us. At this point in time, I didn't dare to look back and collapsed. I thought to myself, "This guy was still so arrogant just a moment ago, how come he became terrified the moment he arrived near the well?

I whispered, "Dad, you go first. Leave the rest to me." He looked down and thought for a moment before picking him up. "Hurry, don't act like a bear. Hold onto the lamp and walk with the carriage." They walked ahead, and I stayed behind, thinking that would reduce the risk.

I felt the thing behind me running down the road, the footsteps getting louder and louder, and I figured the sound was close enough, so I gritted my teeth and leaped, turning and kicking at it at the same time.