From the village to the deserted mountain, it takes most of the day to walk. Before I was twelve years old, my master took me to climb the mountain, and after I was twelve, I went alone.
I used to save money, secretly holding the family donkey, let it carry me on the mountain, did not think that the donkey in the mountains with me overnight, crazy, the way back, almost took me to jump off a cliff together, since then, I honestly walk up the mountain by themselves.
It had rained last night, the country road was extra muddy, and it was late afternoon when we reached the foot of the mountain.
The mountains are foggy at night, although not to the extent of reaching not, but a meter away from the scene, is already difficult to see.
I nibbled on two buns, took a sip of water and prepared to climb the mountain without taking a break.
I knew that the cooler it was, the foggier it would get, and if I hadn't reached my destination by dark, there was a good chance I would be stuck halfway up the mountain.
Who knew that only a few steps, I suddenly heard the sound of "ah ah" from the front.
The voice was shrill, a bit like the bark of a small titty dog, which sounded a bit forlorn, and I guessed that some kind of small animal had been caught in a hunter's trap and was wailing.
I was curious and searched for the sound of barking, and eventually saw a white fox in the grass by the side of the mountain.
I have seen many foxes before, yellow-haired, red-haired, black-haired and gray-haired, but a snow-white fox is the first time I have seen one.
The fox is as white as the snow in winter, fluffy, like an elf.
White fox curled up, eyes closed, whimpering sadly, I took a closer look at her right front leg, there is a piece of red.
"You're hurt?"
I picked the white fox up from the grass, it was very good, and did not struggle.
I carefully examined the white fox's wound, the wound is neat, like cut by some kind of sharp instrument.
The wound has traces of scabbing, I think this white fox did not wait for the wound to heal and run around, the wound reopened.
I have never seen such a beautiful fox and could not bear to leave it here to die and wanted to save it.
I took off my jacket, laid it on the ground, and put the white fox on it carefully.
"You be a good boy and wait here for me for a minute."
After saying that, I dove into the grass, growing up in the mountains, more or less know some herbs.
After finding the herbs that could stop the bleeding, I returned to the white fox, all wet with dew.
I put the herbs into my mouth and chewed hard, then rinsed the white fox's wound with water, then put the chewed herbs on its wound, and finally I tore off a piece of cloth from the corner of my coat and wrapped the wound.
After my rescue, the white fox stopped bleeding and opened his eyes.
I fed it water and broke some dry food for it, and the white fox gobbled it up.
At this point it was getting dark, and if I didn't leave, it would be too late.
In fact, I would love to take such a beautiful white fox home as a pet, but once I thought of the donkey that spent the night with me in the deserted mountains, I dismissed the idea.
I said to the white fox.
"I'm going to go, so you should be careful from now on."
The white fox stared at me for a long time, I heard the old man in the village said that the fox is spiritual and will return the favor.
Does this white fox want to return the favor?
I was about to say no need, the white fox suddenly pounced on me, it aimed at my ankle and bit hard.
"Ah!"
I screamed, and when I came back to my senses, the white fox had dived headlong into the fog and disappeared without a trace.
At that time I especially want to curse mother, this is simply a realistic version of the farmer and the snake, good people have no good reward ah! But I did not have time to curse, if we do not go, it will really be dark.
I simply dealt with the wound, the white fox bite is not deep, only a little blood, but for some reason, I always feel the wound is particularly cold, like a piece of ice.
Half an hour later, I finally walked to the halfway up the mountain in the messy graveyard, this time it was already completely dark, if not for my annual trip to this, the road up the mountain has long been memorized, it may really be lost in the fog.
Strangely enough, the fog is not heavy in the graveyard, dozens of stone monuments fallen to the east and west into the eyes.
These old graves, which no one worships, are of unknown origin, some say they are of displaced people who died of starvation during the famine in the Republic of China, others say they are of innocent people who were shot by the Japanese during the war.
My master told me that this chaotic cemetery is located in the back of the shady side of the deserted mountain, day and night accumulation of bogeys, there must be wandering souls of evil spirits living here.
For others, it was a treacherous place, but for me, it was a life-saver.
Master said, I have a soft character, strange fate, nine yin gathered body, the body of the self-generated evil.
If there is no one to help me to suck out the evil energy from my body, in less than two years, I will die a violent death.
That's why the master will let me sleep in the mass grave every year on this day, so that the ghosts living here to suck out my body's evil energy.
I took out the rest of the dry food from the backpack, and took out three incense, lit and inserted in the ground.
The night was quiet and I could hear my heart in my chest, puffing and pounding.
I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"Four directions of wandering spirits, eight directions of ghosts, my son Chen Jiu, here to greet you!
I was born with a fatal destiny, I am lonely and miserable, I hope you Yin immortals will be merciful and suck my fatal energy to save my life!
After shouting, I kowtowed three times respectfully to the messy graveyard.
After the worship, I just need to sleep here until dawn and then I can go home.
I took out the padded military coat that I had prepared in advance, put it on, and then leaned under an old acacia tree and closed my eyes.
Although the surrounding atmosphere is very eerie, but my heart is not much afraid.
Such things, I have experienced seventeen times before, even if there really is a ghost I can not see, sleep at ease.
But somehow, this night, I couldn't sleep, the more I closed my eyes, the more spiritual.
I was annoyed, simply do not sleep, staring at the number of stone to play.
Counting, I felt my ankles were cold, I lifted up my clothes to check, only to see that the place where the white fox bit, has turned blue.
I cursed a bad luck, re-raised my head, this lift does not matter, almost my soul to the flying.
At some point, I had four more people in front of me, three men and one woman, four people with white faces, like a thick layer of flour, but if you look carefully, the white face, there are large black spots.
I've seen this kind of spot on the old man who passed away in the village before, it's a corpse spot!
My eyes continued to move down, and under the feet of these four men, there was no shadow!
There is no doubt that these four people ... are ghosts!
The four ghosts also look tragic, three men with broken arms, broken bellies and burns, and the woman is a hanging ghost with a long tongue.
I closed my eyes in fear, my body unconsciously shivered, this has never happened before, how can I suddenly see ghosts?
My breathing is getting thicker and heavier, and my heart is getting more and more fearful.
But the more I did, the more I wanted to open my eyes and see with my own eyes how the ghosts sucked away my fatal energy.
I struggled for a long time in my heart, gathered enough courage, silently counted "one, two, three", and then opened my eyes wide.
The four ghosts are still there, but their behavior at this point is beyond my comprehension.
I saw four ghosts with a very painful expression on their faces, they opened their mouths and there was a constant stream of black mist coming out of their mouths and floating towards my chest ...