I was scared, but I couldn't stay here forever.
Seeing those people walking to the west, I had no choice but to follow that way, thinking that there might be some clues there.
After about half an hour, I saw a square.
There are two buildings on the square, one looks like a train station, somewhat similar to the train station in our county.
The other one looked a bit like a hotel.
People in black clothes walked into the hotel-like building one after another.
There were many people also dressed in black and walked into the train station after coming out of the hotel.
Of course, this is all silent.
Only the occasional train whistle could be heard under the gray sky.
I walked to the hotel-like building and looked at the three-story building.
It looked like it was old and made of red bricks.
The mahogany door was open, and the men in black came and went.
There is a huge plaque on the door, with the words "half a step more" crookedly written on it.
It's a very strange name, and I don't know what it means.
But this plaque seemed to have some kind of magic power, which made me feel like I wanted to go in.
I didn’t have a clue anyway, so let’s go in first.
But then I noticed a small fortune-telling stall next to the door of the building.
A middle-aged man was dozing in front of the stall.
I noticed that he was the only person here who was not wearing black clothes.
He was wearing a green jacket, which looked a bit like the clothes from the Republic of China period on TV.
But this already made me feel very close, so I didn’t go in, but walked quickly to the small fortune-telling stall.
I knocked on his small table a few times: "Uncle, uncle, wake up."
He slowly raised his head and seemed surprised to see me standing in front of him.
I also raised my eyes to look at this middle-aged man.
I saw that this uncle was about forty-five or sixty-six years old, with a small side parting, a Chinese character face, a mustache on his thin lips, and a pair of small eyes with a sparkle.
He looked me up and down, then pointed at himself: "Young man, are you talking to me?"
I thought there was something wrong with this uncle, so I stood in front of you, and of course I was talking to you.
I nodded.
The uncle looked at me with a look of excitement, as if he had seen something valuable, which made my skin crawl all over.
He looked at me for about two or three minutes and then asked me, "Young man, do you know where this is?"
Faint, this old man is not the same as me.
If I knew, I would come here and ask you.
I shook my head, and the uncle smiled and said, "Then do you want to know?"
Wow, why does this old man like to titillate people so much?
I swear to God, if I had met such a poor man in our school, I would have slapped him in the face and asked him to pick out the key points.
But although this uncle is quite shameless, looking at his appearance, it seems that he is not a kind person.
Moreover, the place is unfamiliar to people here, as the saying goes, people are under the roof.
Who dares not to bow his head?
I had to say to the uncle in a low voice: "Uncle, do you know where this is?
Why did I come here?"
I seemed to use the word "you" just right, and the old man was very pleased after hearing this.
He looked at me and said with a half-smile: "This is the Yin City, and you should be dead."
Why am I thinking that you, this old man, are not sick?
I am jumping around in front of you, how can you say that I am dead?
Uncle Jiu seemed to have read the words "this old man is crazy" from my eyes.
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He said: "Young man, you should be able to see something strange here.
That's because only dead people can come here. place."
Indeed, speaking of magic, the scene here is really weird, as if it was a movie with special effects, but it would be too outrageous to say that I am dead.
When the old man saw that I was deep in thought, he continued, "Young man, if you still don't believe me, just feel your heartbeat and see if it beats three long times and two short beats."
When I heard what he said, I quickly put my hands on my chest.
Why the hell was there no heartbeat?
Just when I was in a daze with fright, I suddenly felt a heartbeat "plop--------------------------------------" --- -Thump-----------------Thump, thump.
"It was three long sounds and two short sounds, which really scared me.
Three long sounds and two short sounds.
This is too weird."
Come on.
Could it be that what this old man said is true?
I couldn't help but start to believe it.
Wait, this old man said that this is a place only dead people can go to.
Then what did this old man think of?
I felt the cold sweat start to form on my back.
It fell down like a swipe.
The old man looked at my livid face and smiled and said: "Don't be afraid young people, there are indeed dead people here, but they are not dead ghosts."
I don't understand what it means.
It's all too complicated.
But I don’t know why, this old man’s words made me feel at ease.
It's like there is some kind of magic.
I hurriedly asked: "Uncle, can you tell me what is going on?
How did I get here?"
The old man pointed to the stool in front of the table and asked me to sit down.
He said to me: "Okay, young man, let me explain this to you first.
Also, I can't bear the big word uncle, so you can call me Uncle Jiu."
Bar."
Uncle Jiu began to tell me about the situation in this place.
It turns out that there are boundaries between gods, ghosts and humans in the world, but there are many connections between these three realms.
The place that connects the underworld and the divine world is called Santu Village.
The place connecting the divine world and the human world is called Yingzhou.
The place connecting the human world and the underworld is called Yin City.
Usually, the soul of a person after death must first be taken to the Yin City by ghost messengers.
At this time, the soul can still belong to ghosts.
It cannot be called a ghost until it has received the ghost heart in this inn, which is more than half a step away.
Then board the one-step train to the underworld, where you will wait for your fate.
If you make a mistake and fail to receive the ghost heart, or if you fail to catch the train, the ghost can only become a lonely ghost.
Wandering forever.
I sat on the bench and listened fascinated.
This was too mysterious, almost like a fantasy novel.
I asked Uncle Jiu: "Uncle Jiu, will I die too?"
When I thought about death, I couldn't help but feel sad.
When I get up, I think of my father, mother, grandparents at home.
Only now do I realize how important they are to me.
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I have never repaid them in return for raising me so well.
I was only seventeen years old, and I died like this.
Thinking of this, my heart was full of reluctance and reluctance.
Uncle Jiu looked at me and said, "Although you are dead, you are not dead yet because you still have a heartbeat."
I couldn't understand most of what Uncle Jiu said, but what he meant was that I could still be saved.
I quickly asked Uncle Jiu: "What does "No Death" mean?
Can I still be saved?
Uncle Jiu nodded and asked me to tell him my last memory in the world, and then asked me my name and birthday.
Then he stretched out his thumb and rubbed it between his index and middle fingers.
I thought he wanted money, so I told him, "I don't have any money."
Uncle Jiu glared at me, then kept rubbing with his eyes closed without saying anything.
I got anxious and told him, "I really have no money."
Uncle Jiu sighed and said, "Rotten wood cannot be carved."
Uncle Jiu opened his eyes and said to me: "I already have a rough idea of the reason.
You should have been harmed by an evil spirit.
Fortunately, you didn't fall into the water for a long time.
Your body should still be rescued in the hospital.
So Three Souls and Seven I have left one soul and five souls to come here."
Monsters are monsters.
I suddenly remembered the story my grandma told me.
I reached into my clothes and took out the purse, opened it and took out the yellow talisman.
I saw that the writing on the yellow talisman had been It was so soaked in water that I couldn't see the writing clearly.
Is the story my grandma told true?
The old lady I saw standing on the shore was that lascivious third wife: