Dream Guide

Hou Biao got a van from nowhere, and Jiang Deguan felt much safer after getting in the van.

In order to prevent him from bleeding excessively, Hou Biao opened the door of a pharmacy when passing through a small town and obtained bandages, disinfectant, hemostatic medicine and painkillers. It was too late to take out the bullet, so Hou Biao gave Jiang Deguan a brief treatment in the car and hurried on his way under the cover of night.

The owner of this car will definitely call the police after dawn, so he must find a place to dispose of the car without leaving any trace before dawn.

Huang Ziqiang was dumped, but Hou Biao always felt that there was a potential danger lurking near them. He looked in the rearview mirror all the way and found no suspicious vehicles following him, so he smiled wryly to himself, wondering if he was too sensitive.

Hou Biao drove into a scrap car parking lot on the outskirts of Kuaiji City. That van was packed into thousands of scrapped vehicles, and it would take a lot of effort to find it.

In addition to scrapped cars, there are many three-wheelers, motorcycles and electric vehicles in the parking lot. Hou Biao found a tricycle that was still usable, asked Jiang Deguan to sit in the back, and then rode the tricycle out of the parking lot.

Hou Biao had been to Jiang Deguan's hometown more than once, so he knew the way even in the dark of night. The road into the village was invested and built by Jiang Deguan after he had money, and it leads to the stone arch bridge at the head of the village.

When the road was first built, the villagers said that the stone arch bridge should be demolished and a bridge open to traffic be built, but Jiang Deguan did not agree. He is a discerning man and knows the meaning of a stone arch bridge that is more than two hundred years old. At the same time, that bridge holds too many childhood memories of his.

He built a new bridge over the river, side by side with the arch bridge, like two brothers. The bridge protects the arch bridge, allowing heavy vehicles to pass over the bridge; the arch bridge leans against the bridge, listening to the lazy footsteps of pedestrians, and the water rushes by under the bridge.

Now, their village and the two nearby ancient towns are listed as key tourist development areas. Of course, Jiang Deguan had a share of credit for this. When people in the village mentioned the boss of the Jiang family, they all gave a thumbs up. He became the pride of the whole village.

Hou Biao rode a tricycle to the bridge. Since the bridge was large, it had to take a long detour, so he pushed the tricycle onto the arch bridge. But as he pushed it, he realized something was wrong.

The river is only 20 to 30 meters wide, and the span of the arch bridge is only 50 meters. With the curvature of the arch, it will pass in a few minutes, but Hou Biao pushed the cart for a long time and didn't finish the journey.

He stopped and took a closer look. The bridge was still the same bridge, nothing had changed, and the river was still the same river. Both sides of the river were shrouded in the night, and nothing could be seen. The bottom of the river reflected the stars in the sky, so densely packed that a river Became the Milky Way.

Hou Biao always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what was wrong. He suddenly looked up and saw that it was dark. Where were the stars?

This startled him. He looked toward the river again, and the starlight at the bottom of the river suddenly disappeared, and turned into a hot oil pan. There were many human heads floating up and down in the oil pot, making shrill howls.

Many people appeared on the river bank, all of them looking like zombies. The big oil pot seemed to have some kind of suction, which led those people to walk towards it, and when they reached the shore, they jumped in one after another.

Hou Biao suddenly felt empty in his heart and walked over unconsciously. He came to the edge of the bridge, stepped on the railing carved with a lion's head, his chest heaved violently, a flash of clarity flashed through his mind, and with a sudden start, he got off the railing, retreated to the center of the bridge, and gasped for air.

He turned back to look for Jiang Deguan, only to find that Jiang Deguan was missing. Looking towards the shore again, there was a man standing on the embankment shouting: "Mom, where are you?"

A woman wearing clothes appeared on the stone steps by the river. She raised her head and said, "Where is your brother? You have lost your brother and you still have the nerve to come back?"

Jiang Deguan jumped down with a plop.

A lot of hot oil splashed from the oil pan, making a sizzling sound when it fell on the shore, and the green grass on the shore instantly exploded into withered yellow.

Hou Biao only saw Jiang Deguan's head floating in the oil pan and kept shouting: "Brother, I'm here to accompany you!"

The heads in the oil pan were densely packed, and their faces were so scorched by the hot oil that they couldn't tell who was who. After a while, Jiang Deguan's face was also browned by the hot oil, and he became like them, probably. Because his tongue was also fried hard, he could no longer speak, and he could only wail like the other heads.

Hou Biao looked panicked, but the clarity in his mind told him that this was not true. He felt short of breath and stiff, as if he was being held by a ghost.

He struggled hard, but couldn't break free.

For a moment, he suddenly understood - I was dreaming!

Just when he had this thought, the bridge stepped on, and the oil pan under the bridge turned into a deep whirlpool. The dark sky also stepped on, and the world suddenly fell into boundless darkness.

He screamed and woke up from his dream. Reflexively, he reached out and pulled out the gun from his waist, aiming it at the ghostly place in the darkness.

He opened his eyes and saw that he was standing at the end of the bridge, with the tricycle behind him, and a man standing on the bridge in front of him, slowly walking towards him.

The man's facial features could not be clearly seen in the darkness, but he could only see the messy hair standing on top of his head like weeds, his windbreaker flying slightly behind him, and his hands in his trouser pockets, looking lazy. His feet were probably wearing leggings, and they made a tapping sound when walking, which was particularly harsh on the silent stone bridge.

Hou Biao was covered in sweat, raised his gun and said, "Don't come here again."

Aoki stopped and said, "You have escorted him to his hometown. You have done your best to be kind and righteous."

Hou Biao said: "No, I want him to live."

Aoki said: "You want him to live, but he may not think so himself. This is his destination."

Hou Biao looked back at the tricycle. The curtain on the tricycle was hung down, making it impossible to see inside. He gently called "Master Jiang" twice, but received no response from Jiang Deguan. He opened the curtain and the tricycle was empty.

"Where did you take him?" Hou Biao knew that he had been hypnotized just now, and Qingmu must have kidnapped Jiang Deguan at that time.

Aoki said: "I didn't take him anywhere, he left on his own."

Hou Biao didn't believe it. He looked around and suddenly saw Jiang Deguan limping on the embankment on the other side until he reached the back door of a house.

Hou Biao recognized that it was the old house that Jiang Deguan later restored.

Jiang Deguan entered the house, took out a small table and a small horse, and set them up behind the house. After sitting for a while, he got up and walked down the stone steps, took off his shoes, and waded into the water with his bare feet.

The water gurgled.

Jiang Deguan walked deeper and deeper, shouting: "Mom, I'm coming to find you!"

Hou Biao was about to rush down to rescue Jiang Deguan, but suddenly a flower in front of him was blocked by Qingmu.

Hou Biao said: "Get out of the way."

Aoki said: "He is going to die now, so why should you save him?"

Hou Biao said: "No, I can't watch him die."