Dreamland Guide

Hou Biao did not know where to get a van, and Jiang Deguan felt much safer after getting in the car.

In order to prevent him from bleeding too much, Hou Biao opened the door of a pharmacy while passing through a small town and got bandages, disinfectant, hemostatic medicine and painkillers. It was too late to take out the bullet, Hou Biao gave Jiang Deguan a simple treatment in the car, and hurried to take advantage of the night.

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

Huang Ziqiang was thrown out, but Hou Biao always felt that there was a potential danger lurking near them all the time. He looked at the rearview mirror all the way, and found no suspicious vehicle following him, so he laughed bitterly to himself, wondering if he was too sensitive.

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

In addition to scrapped cars, there are many three-wheeled, motorcycle and electric vehicles in the parking lot. Hou Biao found a working tricycle, let Jiang Deguan sit in the back, and rode out of the parking lot on three wheels.

Hou Biao had been to Jiang Deguan’s hometown more than once, so he knew the way even in the middle of the night. The road into the village was 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 built, the villagers said that the stone arch bridge would be demolished and a bridge open to traffic would be built. Jiang Deguan did not agree. He is a discerning person, knowing what a stone arch bridge that is more than two hundred years old means, and at the same time there are too many memories of his childhood on that bridge.

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

Now, their village and the two nearby ancient towns are listed as key tourism development sites. Of course, there is Jiang Deguan's contribution. When the villagers mentioned the elder 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 end of the bridge. Because the bridge was big and had to go around a long way, he pushed the car onto the arch bridge. But pushing and pushing, he found that something was wrong.

The river surface is only 20 to 30 meters wide, and the span of the arch bridge is only 50 meters long. With the arc of the arch, a few minutes passed, but Hou Biao pushed the car for a long time and didn't finish it.

He stopped and took a closer look. The bridge was still the same bridge and nothing had changed. The river was still the same. The two banks of the river were caged in the night, and nothing was seen. The stars in the sky were reflected on the bottom of the river. Became the Milky Way.

Hou Biao always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what was wrong. He suddenly looked up. It was dark, where is the half star?

This shocked him. He looked at the river again, and the starlight at the bottom of the river suddenly disappeared, instead turning into a hot oil pan. Many heads were floating up and down in the oil pan, and there was a screaming howl.

Many people appeared on the banks of the river, looking like walking corpses. The big oil pan seemed to have some kind of suction, leading those people to walk towards it, and jump down one after another when they reached the shore.

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 into a lion's head, his chest was violently up and down, a trace of clarity flashed in his mind, and he was suddenly startled.

He looked back for Jiang Deguan, only to find that Jiang Deguan was missing. Looking at the bank again, a person was standing on the embankment and shouting: "God, where are you?"

On the stone steps by the river, a woman in clothes appeared, raising her head and saying, "Where is your brother? You lost your brother, and you still have the face to come back?"

Deguan Jiang jumped down with a plop.

A lot of hot oil splashed in the oil pan, and it fell on the shore and made a creak, blowing the grass on the shore into withered yellow instantly.

Hou Biao only saw Jiang Deguan’s head floating in the oil pan, and kept shouting: "Brother, brother, come with you!"

The heads in the oil pan were densely packed, and their faces were burnt by the hot oil. It was impossible to tell who was who. After a while, Jiang Deguan’s face was also browned by hot frying, and it became like them. It was because of the fact that his tongue was also hard, and he couldn't speak anymore, and only wailed like other people's heads.

Hou Biao looked flustered, and the trace of Qingming in his mind told him that this was not true. He felt short of breath and his body stiffened, as if he was being hugged by a ghost.

He struggled hard, but couldn't get rid of it.

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

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

He yelled and woke up from his dream. Reflexively, he stretched out his hand and drew the gun from his waist, aiming at the ghostly spot in the dark.

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

He couldn't see the facial features of the man in the dark, only saw the messy hair standing on top of his head like weeds, the windbreaker flying lightly behind him, two hands in his trouser pockets, a lazy look. The feet are probably wearing slacks, and when walking, they make a tapping sound, which is particularly ear-piercing on the silent stone bridge.

Hou Biao was sweaty, holding a gun and saying, "Don't come here again."

Aoki stopped and said, "You have escorted him to his hometown, and he has done his best."

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

Aoki said, "You want him to live, but he doesn't necessarily think so. This is where he belongs."

Hou Biao glanced back at the tricycle, the curtain on the tricycle was hung down, and it was impossible to see the inside. He whispered "Jiang Ye" twice, but did not get a response from Jiang Deguan. He opened the curtain and the tricycle was empty.

"Where did you get him?" Hou Biao knew that he had been hypnotized just now, and Qing Mu must have robbed Jiang Deguan away at that time.

Aoki said, "I didn't take him anywhere~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but he left by himself."

Hou Biao didn't believe it, looked around, and suddenly saw Jiang Deguan limping on the embankment on the opposite bank 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 from the inside, placed them behind the house, sat for a while, got up and walked down the stone steps, took off his shoes, and wandered into the water barefoot.

The water was rustling.

Deguan Jiang went deeper and deeper, shouting: "Mom, I'm looking for you!"

Hou Biao was about to rush down to save Jiang Deguan, and suddenly a flower was blocked by Aoki.

Hou Biao said: "You 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."