Well of Mystery

Hua Yang heard a lot from Uncle Zong this afternoon.

It turns out that there are nearly [-] permanent residents on Rose Fire Island, about [-]% of them work under Huang Xiangyuan's hands, and [-]% are voluntary islanders who provide various life services for Huang Xiangyuan's employees on the island—— Like Uncle Zong, he signed more than half-free contracts with Huang Xiangyuan.

And the remaining [-]%, that is, about [-] people, are tourists who often live on Rose Fire Island for various reasons.

They are experts in sea fishing, urban white-collar workers who are tired of the mundane world, poets and other strange people.Unlike short-term tourists who live for a few days and leave, these people choose to rent in those independent cottages in the southern part of the island. Huang Xiangyuan even agreed to renovate and renovate the house in exchange for a long period of time for them to live without compensation.

All these people relax after dark, but the TV signal on the island is not good, and there are no decent entertainment facilities, what should they do?

to the sea!

Since about last summer, a small street on the southern beach of the island has become a night market.Fishermen and fishermen sell the seafood they catch during the day, and those who are good at cooking set up stoves and set up food stalls on the spot, and grow watermelons and vegetables on the sandy land in the west: farmers in the distant sky are at the food stalls Malatang and fruit are sold on the side, and of course there are movie theaters and billiard rooms with poor conditions. In short, it is lively according to local conditions.

After deciding where to go, the group greeted Uncle Zong and left the hotel, walking down a side path.

The road on Rosefire Island is quite interesting, but all the so-called "main roads" that run through the hillside are painted in bright colors. For example, the road under their feet is orange, but it doesn't look so so when immersed in the dim yellow sunset. It's bright.Standing on the orange path and looking down, the night market is approximately at the intersection of the ends of the green and blue paths.It's a bit far from here, but there is a hot spring on the way.

Four people climbed down the steps, the steps were a bit steep, and on both sides of the road were concrete walls more than one person high, which rigidly separated the distance between the house and the road.The rain on the wall is mottled, and in some places you can still see the traces left by the fire that year.

"What is this? What does 8 mean?"

Huayin noticed that numbers daubed with red paint could be vaguely seen on one side of the outer wall, and she raised her head to look at Jiang Chenglu.

"Uh. You don't even know this? The house number!" Jiang Chenglu answered without thinking.

While talking, they walked down a few more steps, and another number jumped out on the opposite wall - "11".

"..."

Bai Xiuqi and Hua Yin looked at Jiang Chenglu together, silently condemning his nonsense.

"It's the number of people." Hua Yang suddenly announced the correct answer.

All these seemingly random numbers on the concrete wall correspond to a life that once lived, but these lives were helplessly lost in the great fire decades ago. They turned into charred black corpses that were hard to distinguish, waiting for the rescuers to carry them out of the ruins.

These little colorful houses in the south of the island used to have a number on almost every wall.Represents the number of remains found in the house, which is convenient for checking and tracing identities.

The moment after knowing the truth, Bai Xiuqi suddenly felt that the surroundings became colder, as if clouds of Yin Qi gushed out from the gap between the walls.Under the gloomy afterglow of dusk, the entrances of each hut turned into big black mouths, and those unjustly dead ghosts seemed to be hiding in the doors and peeping at them passing by...

"Ah. We're here." Hua Yang, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, pointing to a hut on the side of the road whose exterior was completely painted red: "There is a hot spring inside."

Bai Xiuqi took a deep breath with difficulty, and glanced at the number "12" on the wall beside him.

"We... really want to go in?"

Huayin asked in a low voice.This domineering little princess is not really fearless.

Hua Yang nodded, and asked her back: "Haven't you even been to a ghost market? What is this small case?"

"A business ghost would come out to meet customers with blood on his face, of course it's not scary, this kind of thing is scary, okay!" Hua Yin retorted loudly: "Even if the ghost in the haunted house is disguised as a human... You will be afraid. Those things are always hiding in the dark, looking at you with blood on their faces, but you can say that you are not afraid?!"

"Actually, ghosts are not scary. What's really scary is the scary atmosphere." Bai Xiuqi concluded for her: "It's like watching a ghost movie. You know the content is fake, but you can't help being scared."

Hua Yang's attitude was very firm: "I can't control this anymore. Anyway, this house is definitely going to be entered. You have to be afraid. Go back alone and be with Shang Daxiong. The ugly words are the first-I won't bring you Night snack."

Huayin was also anxious: "You're not afraid, why didn't you go in alone? Anyway, it's just pouring dye into the hot spring!"

Hua Yang was choked in his throat, and after much deliberation, he couldn't find anything to argue with, so he simply turned his head to Jiang Chenglu's side: "Ah Jiang, the dye is yours, you go in and pour it!"

"Me again?!"

Jiang Chenglu said that he was tired from being shot, but he couldn't resist the sharp eyes of the Hua brothers and sisters, so he obediently raised his hands in surrender, turned around and walked inside the fence.

"Wait a minute." Bai Xiuqi followed, "I'm with you."

"You don't have to do that." Jiang Chenglu looked at him worriedly: "Maybe there will be something unclean inside."

"That's just an eye-opener." Bai Xiuqi insisted: "Let's go."

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The space inside the wall is larger than Bai Xiuqi imagined. In fact, it is composed of three bungalows connected in front and back.There are lush weeds growing in the yard, and there are two packs of unopened construction materials piled up under a small tree that cannot be named. It seems that there was indeed a plan to renovate and strengthen the place, but for some reason, it was closed. was forced to interrupt.

Is it because a hot spring was dug out?Or because of something else unsuitable for a secret?

Bai Xiuqi said that it is impossible not to be afraid, but what he is more unwilling to face is his timidity than fear.

Maybe it was the dream this afternoon that had an effect.Although Bai Xiuqi will never have doubts about Jiang Chenglu just like this, but he can be sure of one thing - if there is still a trace of doubt in his heart, it must be due to his ignorance of Jiang Chenglu's world and position .

It is good for human beings, monsters, and even for the so-called kin... In Jiang Chenglu's eyes, what kind of laws does this world follow?

Well, start now.Try your best to approach his world with the greatest ability and sincerity, and become strong as soon as possible, until you are strong enough to stand side by side with him.

While secretly making up his mind, Bai Xiuqi walked a few steps to keep up with Jiang Chenglu, and asked in a low voice: "It's been decades, if there are ghosts, why don't you reincarnate? That won't change Very weak?"

"Yes, of course."

Jiang Chenglu nodded: "That's why powerful ghosts usually choose to live in graveyards or places with heavy yin, otherwise they will disappear in a few years. People often say that ghosts linger. In fact, it is only those ghosts that remain in the world. It's just resentment."

At this point, he paused for a moment, and sighed pretendingly: "Brother is no longer in the Jianghu, but there are still legends about him in the Jianghu. It is such a sour feeling."

Instead of listening to his nonsense, Bai Xiuqi turned her attention to the depths of the courtyard.The door panels of the red-painted house have been removed.A huge toothless mouth was exposed.

Will the hot spring be in this room?

Bai Xiuqi was thinking about it, and suddenly found a little white mist floating out of the dark door.He froze for a moment, and soon realized that it should be the water vapor from the hot spring.

"Go. Go in and have a look!"

It didn't take much effort - Bai Xiuqi, who was proud of his observation ability, took a few steps to get ahead of Jiang Chenglu, but just as he stepped over the threshold, he stopped suddenly.

Is there someone in the house? !

The dim embers of the setting sun cast oblique shadows by the abandoned window, and an old Eight Immortals table was placed beside it.There is a stool at each of the four corners of the table, and on each stool sits a man in shorts and vest, holding a handful of poker in each hand, and is currently playing cards.

Hearing the sound of Bai Xiuqi entering the door, the four of them turned their heads this way in unison.Bai Xiuqi was thinking about whether he should say hello, when suddenly he saw the four of them fell on the table in unison, and their bodies turned into four piles of black charcoal.Immediately afterwards, the black charcoal turned into fly ash again, leaving no trace.

"Don't be afraid."

Jiang Chenglu's voice came from behind him in time: "What you saw was the last resentment of these ghosts. This island was originally a part of Shengzhou, and the aura gathered. It is also helpful for the retention of resentment."

Bai Xiuqi asked: "Can other people see these too?"

"It's fine if you have a little bit of Taoism, and it's fine if you have a very light horoscope. But it doesn't matter if you can see it or not. It's just scary. If you don't care about it, it will disappear completely in a few years."

With that said, Jiang Chenglu took out a miniature flashlight from his pocket and handed it to Bai Xiuqi, then turned around and continued walking into the house.

After all, the houses were designed and built by the islanders themselves, and there are still many unreasonable places in the structural planning.Behind the living room is a narrow and long corridor, which can only barely pass one person.On both sides are some honeycomb-like small rooms, and at first glance, it is unknown what kind of function it once played.

Bai Xiuqi finally understood the real reason why Jiang Chenglu handed him the flashlight—the mist from the hot spring was swirling and flowing above their heads.As soon as the flashlight shines on it, it looks like a bright band of light.

They traced this belt of light all the way forward, almost passing through the entire narrow corridor.

Suddenly, Jiang Chenglu stopped.