I didn't dare to let them stay for long, as I had to rely on them to go to two villages on duty at night, so I drove them away. I lay in bed and slept until dark. When I woke up, I felt that I had regained some strength and could walk without the support of the wall. They bought me a lot of food, which would last me half a month without cooking. But I still liked to drink some hot soup, so I simply cooked a pack of instant noodles. After eating, I sat in front of the window and stared at the night outside.
There were bursts of laughter from the low-rise residential buildings in front of me. It seemed that the migrant workers were looking for something fun after dinner, maybe watching TV or playing cards together. Now I suddenly felt that they were actually living a happy life. If I were not the heir of the ghost story, I would just be a migrant worker. Wouldn't that be a peaceful life
Since I took over the shop three years ago, I have experienced unprecedented ups and downs in this year or so. I am afraid that ordinary people will never experience such a thing in their lifetime or even several lifetimes. I have experienced many thrilling experiences, encountered many conspiracies and frame-ups, and entered the underworld several times. I have gradually grown from a young man to a real man.
Alas, I would rather not grow up, and stay in the somewhat naive age when I just got discharged from the army, carefree and comfortable. Now I find that I have become more complicated, considering things more and more carefully, and I feel that I am almost becoming an old fox!
What makes me even more depressed is that I have been with two beauties from the provincial capital in this life, but in the end, we went our separate ways. Is God playing tricks on me, or is it destined? Hehe, as for fate, my father once told me that we, the descendants of ghost stories, should not learn Ma Yi (divination), because that thing will only disturb our minds. The Xi family has accumulated a lot of good deeds for ghosts for eight generations, which will break the bad luck and bring good luck to our descendants.
But now I think what my father said is not entirely correct. If we have accumulated so much good karma, why did the underworld give us a few more years of life, when the nine generations of elders did not live past fifty? Moreover, the whole life experience is not smooth. In my eyes, my father is the most peaceful and happy one among the ten generations of our ghost shop. It seems that he has never traveled far. But my grandfather went to Xiangxi and destroyed the Meipai.
I don't even need to mention it. Where in the world have I not been? Although most of the places I went to were to look for Shen Bing, it was also an experience of mine. I was almost going abroad.
In the past year or so, I have hardly lived a peaceful life. In the end, I was punished by God and separated from Shen Bing. Now I have become a useless person! Alas, Dad, I don't think accumulating good deeds is of much use.
Just as I was sighing about my fate, I suddenly saw a black shadow floating past the window. I didn't pay attention to it at first, but when it floated to the opposite house, I shuddered all over. Damn it, it floated over there. Do you think this is the underworld? It floats around when it walks. This is the world of the living!
So I looked over there with my eyes wide open. I saw the black shadow in the moonlight, with its back to me, about 17 or 18 meters away. It was a woman with long black hair trailing behind her. She stopped there, looking around, as if she was thinking about where to enter the house. The side of her face immediately scared me.
The whole little face was extremely pale, and looked particularly eerie under the moonlight. You could tell at first glance that it was a ghost!
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Why do I encounter these things everywhere I go? Can't I just have a few days of peace and quiet