Soul-eating Golden Coffin - C20

“It doesn’t matter what it is.” The old man next to me was amused. He pulled at his broken gong and said to me, “Think about it, what else can you use to walk through walls? Fortunately, you let go of me quickly, otherwise, when you get half a body inside, you won’t be able to come out for the rest of your life! ”

The old man’s words scared me to the point that I broke out in a cold sweat. If I had reacted a moment ago, I would have been unable to let go… I didn’t dare think about it anymore. I’m actually dragging something that I don’t know, almost stepping into the gates of hell!

“Cough, cough …” The old man in the baseball cap coughed twice and said to me, “Kid, do you have a cigarette? Give me one.”

“Oh …” Still deep in my fear, I reached into my pants pocket mechanically and pulled out my cigarette and held it out.

“I don’t smoke.” Zhang Shan said very straightforwardly.

At this moment, the old man had already pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it up. I wanted to tell Zhang Shan that it’s not for you. However, Zhang Shan’s face suddenly became extremely ugly. He raised his right hand and pointed at the old man in front of him, then asked: “This place ….”

“Don’t you know him? “Can it be that you can’t see it …” I stopped.

Because Zhang Shan was currently shaking his head at me and saying word by word, “There’s only the two of us here!”

Ah!” I took a step back and looked at the old man in front of me in horror. I seemed to see a faint cloud of smoke around him.

“Hehe, this child has a tough life. I can’t ask for your cigarettes for nothing and give you something to play with. ” As the old man spoke, he squatted down and extinguished the cigarette butt on the ground. He picked up a black ball from the “stall” in front of him and stuffed it into my hand.

“It’s going to be thrown away! You can’t take what they give you! ” Zhang Shan seemed to have suddenly seen the black ball in my hand and madly stepped forward, intending to snatch it and throw it into the river.

But this black ball seemed to be glued to my hand, as Zhang Shan snatched this ball away, and pulled it along with me. He tried several times, and when I felt my arm snap, I gave up.

“Do you want to die!?” “How dare you make a deal with a ghost!” Zhang Shan panted, pointed at my nose and cursed.

I looked for the old man as soon as he stopped, but he had disappeared, along with the broken bicycle and the “goods” on the floor. He then looked at the object in his hand. It was black, very hard and had a bit of weight. It felt cold to the touch and seemed to be made of some sort of glass or marble. When I spun the ball around and saw the back of it pointing at us, my hands shook. It had a single eye, with upper and lower eyelids, pupils, white eyes, and even eyelashes. However, the surface of the ball was very smooth. This eye appeared to be inside the ball, and this part of the ball was transparent, so one could see what was inside.

If I had seen it in normal times, I would have thought it was a good glass artifact. But under these circumstances, I wouldn’t dare to take it even if it were forced on me by a weird old geezer who was setting up a stall on the roadside late at night. Just as I was about to throw the glass eye into the river, Zhang Shan stopped me: “Forget it, leave it. Since I can’t take it away, it’s useless even if you throw it away. The things that are traded with ghosts cannot be left behind. ”

He stood rooted to the spot in a daze for a moment before continuing to walk forward. We both said nothing about the old man in tacit understanding. However, this time, I will not go back. What happened just now was too scary, I don’t want to be captured by anything. Zhang Shan, this crazy guy, still doesn’t know. Furthermore, after we created the culvert, the voices that came from afar suddenly appeared again. Although it was quite frightening, it didn’t have any substantial effect, so I didn’t pay any more attention to it.

Finally, when we arrived at the third and last culvert, Zhang Shan stopped me and asked: “After this culvert, the northern gate should be right in front of us right? “Take a closer look. Is there anything suspicious?”

I tried to keep my eyes open, but all I could see were closed shops and lighted windows. Although there were already street lamps in the distance, under the dim light, there was not a single person on the road. Not even a shadow could be seen. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

Seeing me shake my head, Zhang Shan seemed rather surprised, and muttered: “That shouldn’t be the case, after you ate the Judge’s Grass, other than that ghost just now, could it be that you haven’t seen anyone else?”

I was about to say no, when a song came: “Who is knocking on my window, who is playing the strings, that forgotten time…”

The source of the sound was right above us, on the tracks above the culvert. Zhang Shan also stopped and looked up.

“You can hear me?” I asked Zhang Shan excitedly. Because from the beginning of this road, it was always strange things that I encountered, saw, and heard. I was feeling a bit out of balance. This time he heard it, too, and I was no longer alone in feeling the fear.

Zhang Shan did not answer me. He paused for a moment, then jumped up the slope and followed the direction of the sound. It seemed that he did indeed know where the sound came from. So instead of crossing the culvert first, we climbed the ten-meter-high line.

When I reached the rails, I was stunned. The railway line was littered with people, or so it seemed to me, walking back and forth along the tracks. And the singing was coming from our diagonally opposite, in the middle of the railway bridge directly above the river, a woman in a green dress.

“Did you see that?” I stared at the woman’s position, tugging at Zhang Shan’s sleeves and whispering to him.

The lady is still singing, but Zhang Shan is staring at that direction without blinking, completely ignoring my words. I looked at Zhang Shan strangely, only to see him suddenly take a step forward and walk towards that woman.

“What are you doing?” Don’t go over there! Danger! ” I hastily called out to Zhang Shan in a low voice.

But Zhang Shan acted as if he did not hear it. He had already walked several meters away. Not only did the woman not stop singing, she even continued to wave her hands at Zhang Shan, indicating for him to walk over.

Suddenly, a powerful beam of light shot over from the distance. I turned my head and saw a large lamp approaching.

Oh my god! A train!