ghost market

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spn until the warm blood soaked my trousers, I didn't know that the conspiracy against us had already started a few months ago.

May 28, No.13 days since we left Shennongjia, Hubei.

A tavern in the southwest corner of Lop Nur Town, Ruoqiang County, Xinjiang.

This tavern is located at the end of a deep alley, and it is a very inconspicuous one-story bungalow.Except for the signboard made of wooden strips above the lintel, there are no advertising signs about it near the tavern, as if the owner of the tavern doesn't care about the quality of the business.

The door to the tavern faces west.The blood-red setting sun struggled to squeeze through the stained door glass, dyeing the hall less than [-] square meters dark and dark red.On the east side of the hall is a bar counter made of light yellow logs. The shape is irregular, and it seems to deliberately retain the natural roughness of the logs.The wall behind the bar is lined with three broad shelves of the same material, filled with colorful wine bottles.A group of wooden tables and chairs of the same color are placed in sequence around the bar. The table is covered with felt cushions embroidered with ethnic patterns, and in the center is a candlestick transformed from a glass.There is no suspended ceiling on the top of the hall, but simply exposed wooden beams like fish bones.Several skinned square lamps hung by thick hemp ropes hang from the wooden beams, adding a sense of simplicity to the decorations hanging on the surrounding walls with their own dim light. [

There are tapestries embroidered with galloping horses, wood carvings engraved with Uyghur blessings, souvenirs left by foreign tourists sincerely, and old photos that record the past.All the pendants on the wall are constantly exuding a smell called "memory", which makes people in the tavern have a wonderful feeling of traveling through the history beyond the Great Wall.I still vividly remember the novelty of hearing the stories behind these objects for the first time.The hearty and hearty laughter of the old storyteller seemed to still be lingering in his ears.Unfortunately, these are destined to become a sad memory.him at the moment.Lying in a pool of blood at my feet, gasping for breath.

Life is leaving him.

"How?!" I asked sullenly.The anger surging in my chest has rushed to my throat, making my voice extremely hoarse.

"It's bad. It's probably..." Ruan Yu, who was checking the old man's injury, shook his head, sighed, and continued: "The wound is deep and huge. The person who did it was very cruel, and he even did it after stabbing it in." Turning the knife' action. The lung lobe must have been penetrated, and I think the inside may be worse. Judging from the current situation, the uncle will not survive the hospital."

My brows knit together in a terrible kink from the poor results.Gritting my teeth and being silent for a while, I gently lifted the old man's upper body to let him lean on my lap, and called out in a deep voice, "Uncle! Uncle Slamu! Can you hear me?"

The old man didn't respond, just stared at me blankly with unfocused eyes.It seemed that that gaze had already passed through my body, passed through the roof, and reached places we couldn't see.

A large amount of pink foam kept gushing out of his mouth, and a "hissing" sound like a "broken bellows" was being squeezed out by the chest cavity that was getting smaller and smaller.It sounds harsh.The warm blood soon soaked through my trousers, and immediately brought me a feeling like "burning".The anger in my heart became more and more turbulent under this hot stinging pain, almost gushing out.

"He is back!"

A low and hoarse voice suddenly jumped out of the oppressive silence, and the old man lying in my arms suddenly reached out and grabbed my skirt, and squeezed out a sentence with his remaining life.The blood vessels entangled on the back of his hand protruded violently due to excessive force, and seemed to burst in the next second.Those originally unfocused eyes also widened in an instant, as if they were conveying messages to me that could no longer rush out of my throat.However, the rapidly draining blood dissipated all this passionately.A few seconds later, the old man fell into eternal silence with a face full of sadness.

sunset.he died.

"Squeak!" There was a distorted sound from the door of the tavern.It seems to be mourning the passing of its master.

"Uncle, he..." Yan Daojie who entered the door asked anxiously, and then he saw the situation in the hall clearly.With a gloomy face, he stopped talking and stood aside silently.

I gently closed the old man's round eyes with my hands, and slowly put him flat on the ground and stood up.Seeing this, everyone stood behind me and bowed deeply with me to this old man who was as warm as a family member to us, and had the right to say goodbye.

Xiaoqian's suppressed sobs came from beside her, and the dim tavern was suddenly filled with sadness, heavy and suffocating.

After standing silently for a long time, I gently stroked her shoulder to comfort her, then turned my head and asked Yan Daojie, "Third Brother, did you catch her?"

"Well, that guy's skill is very good, and he seems to be very familiar with the terrain here, and he disappeared after a few turns." After a slight pause, Yan Daojie narrowed his eyes and continued: "I see that guy's body There is a deep feeling of the army in the gestures, and it is estimated that he may have served as a soldier. Uncle Slamu also served as a soldier at a nearby outpost. Could this matter today be related to something in the past? In addition, Just now I chased that grandson for a long distance, although I never saw his face, but I still feel that the grandson's back is a bit familiar."

I nodded without saying a word, but my brain was quickly putting together the scattered information in my memory.That's right!Yan Daojie's feeling is not groundless.The back that you glimpsed just now is really familiar. I am sure that I have seen this back at least three times, and the first time I saw it was the day we arrived in Ruoqiang.

Thirteen days ago.May [-]th.

In the afternoon, a group of four of us arrived in Korla City by plane, then hurriedly borrowed a car from the police station we had contacted east from Gandachi, rushed on the national highway non-stop, and went straight to Ruoqiang County, more than 400 kilometers away. [

Since the estimated time for this journey is at least about six hours, and because we were in a hurry to hurry, we did not have enough rest, so.After discussing, everyone decided to change shifts and drive, and those who were free took the opportunity to rest.in order to maintain physical strain.

There is no scenery to speak of on both sides of the national highway.The first part is a flat wilderness, but there is still some green visible, so that the driver will not feel too tired.But in the second half of the journey, the only color that can be seen outside the car is yellow. The monotonous and vast environment makes people feel bored, and naturally there will be a feeling that "the road under the feet will never be empty." end" feeling.

Sitting in the co-pilot seat, I picked up the kettle and took a few sips of water, intending to use the clear water to cool down the increasingly burning irritability in my heart, but the effect was not satisfactory.The dull scenery in sight is like a high concentration of diesel.Constantly adding temperature to the flame in my heart.The sense of isolation that "seems to never get out" inevitably made me, who was continuously in trouble, feel an anger of "empathy".

Holy Card...Bloodman...

A few days ago, we had just walked out of the dense forest of Shennongjia, and before we set foot on our way back to Beijing, an e-mail from the blood disciples appeared in front of us strangely.This situation undoubtedly proves that they learned of Secretary Du's complete death in the first place through a way we can't understand, and from this they concluded that the holy card fell into our hands.The moment I saw the email.I couldn't help thinking of the distorted roar left by Secretary Du's ghost before it dissipated, and I felt a chill that penetrated deep into my bones.

"Holy religion... you... the price..."

How on earth did they learn of the outcome of the battle in the Hidden Enigma?How powerful is the "holy religion" that Secretary Du mentioned?How many weird members like the bald lunatic and Secretary Du are there?

The price... Godfather Xing...

Since that murderous case happened, my life seemed to have fallen into a swamp made of stinky flesh and blood, and my relatives and friends around me were constantly in danger.Ruan Yu, Xiao Qian, Yan Daojie... Now it's Godfather Xing's turn.Dilemmas involving life and death are piled together.One piece after another, is this the so-called "price"?Will this bloody swamp never get out? !

"Old Qi, don't pinch it. If you pinch it again, the kettle will burst." Yan Daojie, who was driving, glanced at me and said in a deep voice.

I snapped back to my senses.looked down.The dark green military kettle in his hand has long since changed shape, and a large piece of the original oblate body has sunk deeply.My finger marks are on the peeling iron.

"Don't think too much. Your godfather is an old soldier who crawled out of the dead, and his physical strength and will will not be as weak as ordinary people. Besides, those grandchildren are eager to get what we have. They should It won't make things too difficult for him." Yan Daojie took out a cigarette with one hand, then threw it on me.

I took out two and lit the fire, then stuffed one into his mouth, and said, "Although I'm worried about my godfather, I understand that it's useless to just worry about it right now. I'm thinking about seeing the gang What should I do with the guy afterwards. You see, we just killed Madman Du, and those guys immediately sent a threatening email. To be honest, their response speed is so weird that I am a little at a loss."

"Hey, there are only ghosts left who can still run, no matter how evil they are, it's not new at all. Don't think about planning, when the time comes, let's have a 'soldiers come to block, water comes to cover' that's it." Yan Daojie pressed his hand After driving the car, after taking a few puffs of cigarettes silently, he said again: "Lao Qi, after that boy Congshang told us about those things, a question about the grandsons of the 'Blood Gang' immediately popped into my mind." Thoughts. However, when I was in the cave, I was too shy to say it, and I didn’t dare to think about it. I was afraid that that boy Shang would ‘hear’ it and it wouldn’t be good. Hey! Mind reading, this trick is really a bit of that. , if you say I can do it too, then what is Peng Peng thinking..."

"Third brother," I called him in a deep voice.Hearing that the idea he mentioned was about blood disciples, I was so anxious that I had to pull back his thinking that was a little bit off, "Let's put the matter of Peng Peng aside and talk about your idea. "

Yan Daojie coughed lightly in embarrassment. Thinking about it, he also felt that the "deviation" just now was a bit erratic.After taking a few deep breaths of the cigarette, he pressed the end of the cigarette vigorously into the ashtray, then looked at me deeply with an unprecedented serious expression, and said very seriously:

"I think that the grandchildren of the blood disciples are... aliens!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)