There was no time to think about it, so I immediately went out and rushed to the gate of the community to take a taxi.
Unexpectedly, we hailed several taxis, and the drivers all said they didn’t know where the Coffin Street was, they hadn’t even heard of it, and they couldn’t even find it on the navigation system.
I was extremely anxious, wondering if my mother had sent the wrong address, but at this moment another taxi stopped in front of me, and the driver was an uncle in his fifties.
He rolled down the window, smiled broadly, and asked enthusiastically:
"Where are you going, young man?"
"Master, do you know where the old coffin street is?"
"Coffin-stopping Old Street?"
The driver's smile froze on his face, he looked at me suspiciously, and asked in a low voice:
"What are you doing there in broad daylight?"
I felt happy and said hurriedly:
"I'm looking for someone. Do you know that place? Send me there!"
Without waiting for his answer, I opened the door and got in the car. The driver turned his head, looked at me with a complicated expression, and then started the car with a sigh.
The driver barely spoke along the way, and his expression was always solemn. Compared with the previous enthusiasm, he was completely different.
About forty minutes later, the taxi drove into an old town in Nancheng, passed through alleys, and finally stopped at a remote street intersection.
After paying the money and getting off the bus, the driver suddenly stuck his head and said to me inexplicably,
"Young man, my condolences and my condolences..."
Then he started the car and drove away.
"I'll go, you're sick!"
I couldn't help but complain.
Then I looked around and found that although it was an old city nearby, it was very noisy. There were many old people sunbathing, playing chess or poker on the roadside. It was so bustling!
I walked to the corner of that remote and narrow street and saw a rusty road sign standing next to it. Perhaps because of its age, the writing on the road sign had become mottled.
“Coffin-stopping Old Street…”
Looking at the words on it, I murmured, I really found the right place! I felt excited and walked deeper into the street excitedly.
At this moment, a young girl walked towards me from the street and immediately caught my attention. She had a ponytail, fair complexion and delicate face. She was wearing a white tight T-shirt and denim shorts. She had a curvy figure and outstanding temperament.
But at this moment, her eyes were dim and dull, and she was even in a trance. I couldn't help but stop and take a few more glances. It wasn't until she disappeared on the street that I looked away, feeling that I still had some unfinished thoughts.
I shook my head helplessly, then turned around and walked into the Old Coffin Street, but within a few steps I felt something was wrong.
I found that the shops on both sides of this old street were all funeral shops, and all of them had their doors closed. There were almost no people in the whole street. Although it was daytime, the place was lifeless, which made people very uncomfortable.
.
There was a moment of doubt in my mind. Even a place that sells dead people should be open during the day.
At this time, bursts of women's cries suddenly came from deep in the street, going straight into people's ears. I was stunned for a moment, and then I heard the sound and looked around, and saw a flower hanging under the eaves not far away.
Stall.
The stall is very simple, with a wooden table and two wooden chairs.
An old man with disheveled hair in a mandarin jacket was waving a fan and talking to a woman opposite him. The woman was holding an umbrella, and the cry came from her mouth.
I couldn't help but take a few steps closer and saw that the old man had a dark complexion and an unkempt beard, and there were two rows of words clearly written on his gently swinging folding fan:
"Calculate the sky, calculate the earth, calculate the heaven and earth, look at the yin, look at the yang, look at the yin and yang."
My heart moved, and I could almost conclude that this old man was the Huo Qiansuan I was looking for!
It turns out that he is a fortune teller, but it seems that his business here is not very good.
I walked slowly to the stall and stood behind the woman and waited quietly. It's strange to say that I could hear the woman crying from far away just now, but now I was standing behind her and couldn't hear her cry at all.
I don't know what she and the old man were talking about.
After a while, the woman slowly stood up, bowed to the old man, then turned and left.
I hurriedly sat across from the old man and was about to say something, but the old man glanced at me and said coldly:
"The time has not yet come, let's talk after tonight!"
"What time has not come yet? Why do we have to pass tonight?" I looked at him in astonishment.
The old man glanced at me, shook his fan, and said in a deep voice:
"Although you look like a human and a dog, I don't ask about destiny here. I only answer questions from ghosts. I don't recognize human faces and only look at the appearance of death. Tell me, are you a ghost or a dead person?"
I was startled and quickly waved my hands and said:
"Neither a ghost nor a dead person!"
"That doesn't comply with my rules here, please go back!"
"Why can that woman just now..."
As I was about to ask the question, I suddenly realized something and quickly looked back, only to see that the deep old street was deserted.
The woman had only been gone for a few seconds, so why did she disappear so quickly? I couldn't help but gasp, thinking of the parasol she held up in her hand... Could it be that she was not human?
I turned around stiffly, looked at the old man drinking tea calmly, and said in a trembling voice:
"You just asked me to wait until tonight, does that mean I have to die tonight?!"
The old man smiled noncommittally and said nothing.
Seeing his expression, I suddenly felt that my throat was a little dry, and then lowered my voice and asked:
"Are you Huo Qian?"
"So what? Don't expect me to save you. A person's life and death are determined by themselves. Even if you are haunted by evil spirits, you are still doomed. How can others interfere at will?"
"You must save me!" I said firmly.
Huo Qiansuan glanced at me and snorted coldly,
"Hmph, why do you..."
"Liu Lanlan asked me to come to you!"
Before he could finish speaking, I interrupted directly and stared at him intently.
The folding fan that Huo Qiansuan was swinging froze in mid-air in an instant. He put away his legs and stood up from the chair. He looked at me in astonishment. It took him a long time to squeeze out three words:
"Who are you talking about?!"
"Liu Lanlan!"
Huo Qiansuan looked me up and down in disbelief, but he did not continue to ask, but sat back on the wooden chair again, his expression restored to its original state.
"Tell me, how did you encounter that thing? And how did you survive the first night?"
Hearing him ask this, a huge stone in my heart finally fell to the ground, so I told him the experience of encountering ghosts in the past two days. Huo Qian's expression showed no emotion when he listened, as if this was nothing to him.
A piece of cake.
But whenever I mentioned Aunt Liu, the corners of his mouth would tremble slightly, which made me even more convinced that there must be some story between him and Aunt Liu.
After listening to my story, Huo Qiansuan pondered for a moment and said:
"Lift up your hand that was cut with a knife and let me see it."
I raised my hand and put it on the wooden table. Huo Qiansuan looked at the wound on my finger, his expression gradually solidified...
Suddenly, he scratched the pad of my finger with his nail, and a stream of blood came out immediately!
I was about to ask him what he wanted to do, but he dropped the blood from my finger onto a few transparent beads the size of mung beans.
The strange thing is that the transparent beads made a "squeaking" sound the moment they came into contact with the blood, and then turned into bursts of white smoke and dissipated in the wind...