Jumped off the train in Jichizhong, I rolled into the gravel beach on the edge of the iron to the ground, and immediately lost consciousness.

After more than two hours, I woke up in pain.

The back felt so stingy!

Still late at night.

It was pitch black around me, and there was not even a figure. I touched my back, and it was covered in blood.

The injured area is very large, and Chen Pingding probably used a dirt shotgun hunting by mountain people.

Notify the head...

Mobile phone, mobile phone...

Originally, the phone in my pocket went somewhere, so I endured the pain and found the phone. I found that the back cover was broken and it was unable to turn on. If the gunshot wound was not treated, it would cause blood to die!

The backpack was too heavy, so I hid the bag behind a pear tree next to the railway, and used weed branches to block it tightly to ensure that people passing by could not find it. Then I limped along the railway with a stick.

As I walked, my vision became blurry.

Can't die...

I can't die!

"I, Xiang Yunfeng, can't die in this wilderness like a wild dog. I haven't married or had children yet... I've earned so much money and haven't spent it yet, so I can't die..."

With a stick forward step by step, I walked down a fork in the road and forced myself to walk for more than an hour. A light suddenly appeared in my blurry sight. It was at the foot of the mountain, and there was a light on someone!

When I walked over, I leaned against the door with a pale face, and used all my strength to slam the door!

"Here you come."

"Who is it? Knocking at the door so late."

A hoarse voice came from inside the house.

The wooden door whistled and opened.

I suddenly saw the old man in front of me, which scared me a little.

The old man is not tall, maybe less than 1.6 meters tall. He looks about 60 years old and has a hunchback. He is wearing a shabby blue school uniform of Ganzi Middle School, like the style of the last century and black cotton pants on the bottom. What scares me is his eyes, only the whites of his eyes, no black, and it is very turbid, and it seems that he has cataracts or some kind of eye disease.

I shook my hand, and he didn't blink, he should be a blind man.

The old man leaned on crutches with his hands, and his voice was hoarse, "Young man, who are you? Why are you here?"

I forced myself to fall down, and at the same time lied: "Uncle, I am a tourist coming to Kangding for a trip. I encountered a robbery on the road. I was injured and my wallet and car were robbed."

The old man stared at me with only the white eyes left, and for half a minute, he let the door open, and his voice hoarsely said, "Come in."

The room is not big, the lights are dim and there is a very strong musty smell.

After I came in, I looked around the house. What was noticeable was that there was a tribute table covered with yellow velvet cloth in the southwest corner, and three fresh apples were neatly placed on the plates on the tribute table.

Behind the plate is a small wooden Buddha niche. The Buddha niche is covered by two feet of red cloth, and you can't see what Buddha is worshiping inside.

My feet were soft and I almost fell down. The old man seemed to be able to see it again, and he held me.

"Uncle, you..."

"Oh, I've been blind for decades and can't see anything. Young man, please sit down first."

I sat on the chair and slowly pulled off my clothes. The blood was dry and stuck to the flesh. I suddenly grinned in pain.

"Uncle, do you live here alone? Which village is this?" I asked him.

The old man's voice was hoarse, and he replied to me: "I live alone, and there is nothing here. This is a wilderness, the nearest village, and there is more than twenty miles away."

"Did you have a cell phone? Can you lend me a call?"

He shook his head slowly: "I don't have a cell phone, and it's hard to walk at night. You can stay here with me with peace of mind and wait until dawn."

"Okay, that's a problem for the uncle."

After expressing my gratitude, I leaned on the chair weakly.

I lit a cigarette and held it in my mouth to refresh myself. At the same time, my head was drowsy and wanted to sleep. I knew that this was the cause of excessive blood loss.

I was dizzy and heard the old man beside me say, "Young man, I can't sleep. If I fall asleep, I may not get up. I have wine here, so you can drink a bar."

I opened my eyes and saw him walking to the bed tremblingly. I squatted down again, dragged a large glass bottle out of the underside of the bed, and poured a small bowl for me.

"Uncle, why is your wine black?"

My face was pale and I shook the bowl. The wine looked like the color of cuttlefish juice, slightly sticky, and I couldn't see the bottom of the bowl.

His voice was hoarse and explained, "This is medicinal wine. I found the medicinal materials myself and put wolfberry and ginseng in it."

I picked up the bowl and looked there, and inadvertently I seemed to see that there was a child soaking in his large glass jar... with hands and feet.

Some people are growing black wolfberry here in Kangding. In those years, it was very popular to buy and sell molds to press ginseng. I guess it is probably this kind of thing.

This medicinal wine looks black, but it smells fragrant, and it is sweet and mellow in the mouth. After a small bowl, I feel that my stomach is warm and I feel that I can't describe it. Under the impact of this warm feeling in my body, I even feel that the wound on my back doesn't hurt that much.

"Good wine, uncle, can you give me a small bowl?" I suddenly wanted to drink a bowl.

The old man smiled and said, "I can't bear to drink this medicinal wine myself, but I can't have anyone here all year round. If you meet me today, we are destined to be together. I'm pouring you a bowl."

After he said that, he took the bowl and poured wine.

As his hands moved, I saw the large glass bottle tilting slowly. Suddenly, a pair of eyes appeared in the bottle! Rolling eyes upwards! It was the child's eyes!

This scene scared me to stand up instantly! My face turned pale! I stepped back step by step! I accidentally touched the tribute table.

The tribute table shook, and the red cloth blocked in front of the Buddha's niche fell instantly.

I looked back and saw that the skeleton head was offered to the dead.

What’s strange is that on the head of the skull, there was a long old sterling silver hairpin on the head of the skull, which penetrated through the temple! Looking through the two empty eye sockets of the skull, you could see two rusty iron bells hanging inside!

The old man who was pouring wine heard the noise and turned his head suddenly to look at me! His eyes were full of strangeness!

I leaned against the tribute table, and was so scared that I sweated my forehead and gasped.

The old man walked over with crutches, and he reached out to cover the red cloth again.

He asked hoarsely, "What have you seen?"

"No...no, I saw nothing!"

Hearing me lying and saying that I didn't see anything, the old man suddenly grinned, and his voice hoarsely said: "Young man, actually when you knocked on my door just now, you were dead."

My face changed drastically: "Nonsense! You're dead! I, Xiang Yunfeng, live a good life!"

The old man smiled and said, "You are right. I have been dead for decades. My place is called the Jodhi Kiln. People who die in vain can't see me. You can find this place and knock on the door for help, which means you have extraordinary destiny."

He pointed to the tribute table in front and spoke: "This is my wife. The locals called her to die. Ten seconds later, if my wife's bell rings, you live. If the bell doesn't ring, you die."

"If the bell rings, you can't mention this to anyone within seventeen years, remember."
Chapter completed!