Did not continue to turn to the right.
In fact, he didn't know the road here at all, and he didn't really want to go home. He just chose the darkest road to avoid others. But since others have already said so, if he runs to the cemetery under the watchful eyes of everyone, he is probably either mentally ill or dehydrated.
"Let's go, let's go, this way." His familiar colleague beckoned him to cross the road and walk towards the west gate of the residential area.
Xie Bai looked out from under the umbrella, glanced at the neighborhood, paused for a second in disgust, and then silently followed the pace of several colleagues.
"What day is it today? Why are people still burning paper money downstairs?" As soon as a colleague walked to the gate of the community, he pouted at the building on his left - there was a figure squatting burning paper with an umbrella, and paper cigarettes curled up. In the light rain, it was broken into a misty mist.
"Let me see... oh, it's the next yuan today, no wonder!" Another colleague scratched at the phone screen, flipped through the calendar and replied, "But it's enough to burn paper in the rain at this point, who would like to hang around outside in this kind of day?" Ah, look, this neighborhood is quiet today, and there is not a single ghost in sight."
Xie Bai, who was the last to enter the community: "..."
Not even a ghost can be seen... one
He saw the whole neighborhood bustling with ghosts who almost filled the flower beds and roads and turned their heads at the same time, silently looking at the colleague who was talking, his eyes and expression were like a weasel staring at a chicken, affectionate and happy.
This day is October 15th of the lunar calendar, the Xiayuan Festival, the ancestor worship day for folks to burn incense and paper, also known as the Golden Week of Jiuqu Huangquan.
Generally speaking, as soon as night falls, the streets and alleys will be crowded with ghosts who come up to snatch paper ashes. There are domestic and wild ones. Compared with July and a half, which is the same as the Spring Festival travel season, the degree of hustle and bustle is probably only less. So a little bit.
And on days like this, the most crowded place in the entire city is this neighborhood. Because this place was a large burial mound ten years ago, countless ghosts have a mysterious sense of belonging to this place.
Fortunately, more than a dozen ghost messengers have been patrolling back and forth, and the end of the ghost-binding chain in their hands is dragging heavily on the ground, making a clanging and sharp metal sound, forming an invisible oppressive force.
The heads of two ghosts were already lying in front of Xie Bai, and the slender, blood-red tongue tip leaked from the corner of his mouth, twirling along the blue and white lips, as if he would open his mouth to tear Xie Bai's head off and swallow it in the next second. Into the belly.
As a result, the passing ghosts rushed over like a tiger, stretched out both hands expressionlessly, grabbed the tails of the two ghosts like tadpoles, and dragged them back like dead dogs.
Yin ghost: "..."
Xie Bai was holding an umbrella, walked over without even a moment's pause in his steps, without even blinking his eyes, as if he really "didn't even see a ghost".
The community is square and square, and the area is not considered large. It only takes five minutes to walk across from the west gate to the east gate.
Seeing the death of the yin ghost who didn't eat much all the way, Xie Bai still kept a cold face, walking behind his colleagues not far or near, not at all interested in participating in the chat, calm and indifferent.
It wasn't until he was about to reach the east gate that his eyes hidden under the umbrella moved slightly, and he glanced at the flower bed on the right.
Under the illumination of the street lamps, two figures, one black and one white, could be clearly distinguished in the flower bed. Different from the Yin ghost with rolling eyeballs and shabby appearance, those two looked very human.
The black one was wearing an inconspicuous thick jacket, with messy hair, looking a bit down and out. He was kneeling on the ground, his whole arm was almost stuck in the wet mud, as if he was digging something out from the depths.
And the white one was wearing a long robe, with his hands in his sleeves, squatting aside and urging: "Hey, Fengli, hurry up, taking out a demon corpse with such ink stains will ruin our reputation of being too profound! "
Fengli, who was wearing a black jacket, retorted through his teeth while digging out: "How shameless are you if you don't want to do anything?"
The man in white is particularly embarrassing: "You are ugly, you do it."
Fengli: "..."
The man in white looked up at the gray sky, "It's almost time, you dig here first, I'll call someone."
Feng Li shook the muddy water on his face, and said casually: "Who is it? Boss Yin?"
Xie Bai made a hand while holding the handle of the umbrella, which was imperceptible.
At the same time, hearing a gust of wind, most of the bustling ghosts in the entire community ran away in an instant, and even the two nearby ghosts disappeared.
"Hiss—did I have tinnitus just now? Why did I seem to hear Taixuan Dao and Yin Wushu?" A ghost guard who was a little farther away poked his ears and poked the other's ribs with a blank expression.