The ancient city of Phoenix, the hometown of Mr. Chen Congwen, was once praised by the famous New Zealand writer Louis Ailey as the most beautiful small town in China. It is now a famous tourist and cultural destination. Many tourists from the city come here to find the innocence of nature and ethnic minority style. When they see the bluestone street, the stilt houses along the river, and the hometown of celebrities, they feel novel, natural, far away from the world, and beautiful.

Of course, I don't think so.

In the same area, I have long been used to such scenes (except for the hometown of celebrities), and I don’t think it is too charming. As for me, I personally think that without Mr. Chen Congwen, it is no exaggeration to say that this ancient city would have been half less charming. At the beginning of this article, I mentioned Mr. Chen. My respect for Mr. Chen first originated from a high school Chinese teacher named Shi. He said that Mr. "Border Town" can actually win the Nobel Prize, but unfortunately, the Nobel Prize is only awarded to the living people, and the teacher passed away early, so he missed it. I still don’t know how true or false this statement is. But whenever I read "Border Town", I always feel that Cui Cui lives by my side when I am reading my hometown, and it is kind.

Unfortunately, my hometown, which is close to the map, is many times worse in terms of tourism.

So, I actually feel extremely jealous of Phoenix being able to possess Mr. Chen.

I arrived at Phoenix at about 5:50 in the afternoon. During the Chinese New Year, few people came here to visit, and the ground looked deserted. There were always locals who came to attract customers, but I ignored them and walked away directly. The so-called Wanshou Palace, Wanming Tower, and the famous landscapes such as the Duocui Tower were too lazy to see. When I walked to the city gate, someone came over to ask me if I wanted to stay. He was an old man, his hair was white and he was trembling in the cold wind. I couldn't help but think of my father and asked where it was?

He said that the stilt house by the river is only a little farther away. When going to the river, it is a folk house and a resident family inn. Of course, the price is also cheap.

I said yes, then go. He was very happy and wanted to help me get my luggage. I came in a hurry and carried a small bag with only a set of changing clothes and some regular items in it, but he didn't let him take it. In fact, except for the Golden Week of Tourism and holidays, Phoenix's consumption was not high. The best Phoenix Hotel in the city, the standard room is only 360 yuan. It is not convenient to live in a stilt house in this cold day, but I have always been casual and it doesn't matter.

It was getting late and I was hungry for a day. When I arrived at the folk house to put my luggage in the folk house, I called the friend of Zamao Xiaodao and walked to the lively place to find food. The phone was a long time before it was answered by a man with a low voice. When I learned about my purpose, I was not enthusiastic, but I did not shirk responsibility. I just asked me to go to him tomorrow morning and he was waiting for me at home. His coldness made me feel a little bad, and I always felt full of yin energy. Although the night market by Hongqiao was in the first month, it was very lively at night, including ginger candy, rice tofu, stinky tofu, blood baba, rice noodles, pickled fish... These things made me, a foodie, excited and feasted, and I was so full of food that I returned.

It was late at night when I returned to the family inn. I went to bed to rest, looking at the wooden walls around me, and silently.

Because it is off-season, except for the landlord, I am the only customer in the building. I can't sleep. I move my body on the bed, causing a rumbling sound of the wooden floor. In areas where ethnic minorities live, such as Miaozhai, Dong and Tujia, etc., stilt houses are not uncommon. Most of these buildings are mainly made of wood, and they rely on mountains to eat mountains and water to eat water. It is also common to make wooden houses simple and cheap, but in fact the stability and living properties are not good, and the sound insulation is poor. When I lay on the bed, I could hear the coughing sound of the landlord downstairs.

I closed my eyes, put my hands on the locust wood sign on my chest, and smelled the fragrance of wood and tung oil.

Duoduo did not sleep. The little girl was always fighting against the evil spirit. Both sides had balanced strength, both of them had wins and defeats. Whenever Duoduo won, she would spread her consciousness, connect it to my mind, and comfort me. This also made me less worried about my journey. Duoduo's obedience made me feel more and more guilty. I secretly made up my mind to visit all the strange people, fulfill my promise to her, and let her live happily in this world.

There was wind blowing outside the window, whirring.

This tone is the call of the fields, the heart of the earth, and the natural lullaby. The journey is always tiring, and I closed my eyes without realizing it.

*******

In a daze, I suddenly woke up, my eyes were not open, and my consciousness was dark.

I almost woke up in an instant, but my body was so stiff that I couldn't move. At this moment, I was still immersed in a dream just now: in the dream, I fell into the water, and water from all directions spread across my head, making me unable to breathe. Things like water plants (perhaps hair) blocked my sight. I reached out to touch it. It was a silk-like substance, thin and smooth, and the darkness was eroding the world. I struggled hard, but the more I struggled, the more I sank, and the more I struggled, the more I sank, and I became a monster, with eyes as big as a ping-pong ball, and my face was covered with blood. When I turned around, I suddenly appeared on the shore again. I saw a bridge on the water surface, and many white-clothed women were walking up the bridge... Occasionally, a woman looked back at me, without a face, eyes, nose, ears and other facial features, as if she was covered with a layer of white cloth...

The women in white without faces jumped off half of the broken bridge.

The water is black dark water, with white bones floating on it. When it jumps down, it sinks without a trace of ripples.

I woke up, my mind moved violently, wanted to call someone, wanted to turn over, and wanted to jump up and show my fear crazily, but my muscles were soft and I couldn't move, as if I was tightly wrapped in something, weighing a thousand pounds. I could clearly know that I was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, but I didn't even have the strength to push the quilt away.

Then, a slippery thing came in from my neck.

This thing is a very long thing, like a snake or a fish. The mucus on the surface startled all the sweat hairs on my body, and the shock was like a current that made my whole body numb. Then, a gloomy chill spread into all my pores.

I almost stopped thinking.

Afterwards, I realized that I was suppressed by a ghost.

What is a ghost pressing? It is also called a nightmare, which is a subconscious awakening, but the nerve center that governs the muscles has not yet fully woken up, so there is a terrifying discomfort. Of course, this is the explanation in medicine. It is found in the twelve methods. When a person sleeps, it is the time when the consciousness is weakest. If there are evil things around him, it is easiest to get close to him. This thing can be a creature or not a concrete substance. It may be just an illusory memory, electromagnetic waves, or a ghost with undesirable resentment... It is very weak and can only invade people with weak body, fatigue and illness for a long time, and insufficient yang energy. However, if this continues, the person being suppressed will be mentally exhausted and plagued by illness.

I was still wondering that the thing had slipped to my heart's pulsating chest, and then I felt a numb and itchy feeling of being sucked on my chest.

No, this is not an illusion, it is really a concrete thing.

This is not a ghost pressing in the true sense, but a premeditated attack. Although my mind was extremely tired, I dared not immerse myself in my consciousness. Instead, I silently recited the nine-character mantra in my heart. Every time I recited it, I felt my mind clearer. I recited it silently, the faster I recited it. When I recited it to the ninth time, my heart moved and my body had completely recovered from control! I felt something was wrong in my chest, so I lifted the quilt hard, knotted the "Don't Move the King Seal" and grabbed it to my chest, and still shouted: "Lin..."

The sound echoed in the wooden house. I lifted the quilt and reached out to grab it. I felt a slippery thing jumping down my pajamas and wandering to my thighs. I also shook this cold thing and saw a black line shooting under the floor. I jumped out of the bed and smashed it with slippers. It didn't hit it. It arched out from the gap in the window. I turned on the light and looked at my chest in a daze. I saw that my body was wet and had a strong smell of soil and water.

At this time, the landlord downstairs also woke up, turned on the lights in the corridor, and called me: Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, what's wrong with you?

I didn't make a sound, and looked blankly at the chest with a terrifying bite mark with seventeen or eighteen sharp tooth marks on it, which was bleeding, but I didn't feel the pain, as if I was anesthetized. And my hands and tiger mouths were burning from time to time, and it was so hot. At this time, the door was knocked on. I opened the door, and the old landlord looked at me sleepyly and asked in confusion what was wrong? I pointed to my open chest and asked what was going on? He looked at the tooth marks on my chest, and the slippery wet marks on it were fishy and fishy. His face, which was already sleeping in a daze, suddenly turned into extreme fear. I grabbed him and asked what was going on?

He stuttered, this is a water ghost...

I asked them that they often make trouble here? It shouldn't be. As a tourist city with such a popular popularity, how could ghosts appear? The old landlord said that a tourist died in their place half a year ago and was bitten in the chest. He ended up dead. It was not poisoning or bleeding, but because of myocardial infarction after fear. It was very strange. Later, a master who was good at this nearby came to see him and said that the person drowned by the river was not salvaged in time, and it became a water ghost. The river was cold, so it often came ashore to find people to entangle, seek life, and go down to accompany it.

He looked at me, silently for a while, and said I was the second one.

This sentence made me very depressed. It seemed that my character was really wrong. Even when I lived in a store, I encountered such unlucky things. To be honest, that thing looked like a spirit, but it seemed like a snake... As for what it was, I had no idea at all. After this happened, I naturally didn't dare to sleep. I took another shower and sat next to the brazier in the landlord's living room, staying until dawn. I found a mirror to look at it, and felt that I was covered in black, sleepy and tired, with white eyes all over my eyes.

I felt vaguely in my heart that something happened some time ago had sequelae.

It was dawn, and the landlord didn't dare to accept my money. He advised me to not report the case. I knew that when he opened the door to do business, he was counting on the accommodation fee to support the family. I was also a lazy guy. I didn't want to make a statement about what happened last night. After nodding and making a promise, I went to find a car to go to Alaying Town.

In any case, we must first solve Duoduo’s affairs.

In my heart, Duoduo’s biggest thing.

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