my ghost husband

Chapter 63

What I didn't expect was that Zong Sheng really planned to go to Wang Gan's hometown. When he told me this morning, I thought he was joking.When he drove me and the car ran towards the countryside, I believed what he said was true.I don't know what to do if I can't go to Wang Gan's hometown.Wang Gan has been dead for nine years, and the police said that there is no one in their house, so his mother must have died long ago.Even if they go to their hometown now, what can they do?

Zong Sheng didn't name me directly, but drove the car very fast.

At noon, when we arrived at the representative village according to the address on the report, it was already time for lunch.Zong Sheng found an elderly old man under the banyan tree in the village. He didn't know what he told him. He gave him 20 yuan, and the old man rushed to buy pork, so he entertained us. home for dinner.

Following the old man, I walked to the old man's house and I said to Zong Sheng: "Why are you fooling him? With 20 yuan, he can buy you meat for cooking?"

"Grandpa took me to many places and often ate like this. This 20 yuan is nothing in the city, but in the eyes of these old men in the village, it is quite a lot. They like to drink, I like to show off their glorious history to people from outside. No matter what they say, just smile and nod to them. Sometimes people like to brag when they are old, but when they brag, it is a special story."

When Zong Sheng said that to me, I was still at a loss.But I didn't know his intentions until the real dishes were served on the table, and when I sat at the table and listened to the old man bragging and telling stories.

Although Zong Sheng was not particularly enthusiastic, he still spoke in a cold manner.But I don't know why everything he said can make the old man very happy.The old man said a lot to him, even if he didn't answer them at all.

As they talked, they drank wine.I whispered to Zong Sheng: "I don't have a driver's license, you have to drive back later, you can't drink."

"fine."

He said it was all right, but I was still very worried, if he was drunk, the two of us would not be able to go back tonight.

But I really didn't expect Zong Sheng to drink so well.The old man was already shaking his wine glass, and his wife had come in to persuade him two or three times, but Zong Sheng didn't feel dizzy at all.

"Wang Gan, the old man knows." Zong Sheng finally asked this sentence.

"I know, of course I know." The old man looked towards the door of the house, and when he was sure his wife was not there, he said, "I've fucked it before. That bitch, she's chubby all over her body... Hee hee, it's so comfortable. "

"Whose child is Wang Gan?"

After Zong Sheng asked this sentence, the old man's eyes changed: "It's not mine, it's really not mine! Let me tell you, he's just a ghost son. His mother is always on the street when his mother is living on the street. Go shopping. Talk to an old man about the price, sometimes it’s only 20 yuan, and you can go to the random grave next to the street. You can have a shot behind this big tree or behind a taller grave. Tsk tsk, his mother She was found sleeping on the mass grave several times. We all said that she knew how many times she had been slept by ghosts. Wang Qian, who knows who is that kind of murderer? Anyway, everyone said it was the son of a ghost."

"That random graveyard, where does she usually go?"

"It's the one on the east side of the street, it's close to the street. When you walk up, you can see a big locust tree. Sometimes it's behind the big locust tree, and sometimes it's behind the grave next to the big locust tree. That grave bag was built by a family with money. It was used by her wife to do this kind of thing. Hee hee, drink, boy, having a drink with grandpa, I don't believe I can't handle you, boy. "

Facts have proved that Zong Sheng is indeed much stronger than this old man.

Ten minutes later, the old man had already collapsed on the table.His wife came in and complained several times but didn't say anything wrong with us.

Zong Sheng used a clean bowl at the side, poured a glass of boiled water, wrote a word on the water that I couldn't understand at all, then watched him push the bowl of water in front of the old lady, and said, "Ma'am, You pour this bowl of water down for him, as long as he drinks it, he won’t feel bad. He will wake up soon.”

The aunt was busy taking care of the uncle and didn't care about us, so Zong Sheng took me away.

After walking out of the farmhouse, I hurriedly asked, "What did you write in the water just now?"

"That hangover talisman can help people sober up as soon as possible. Before I drank, I used a 'thousand cups will not pour' talisman and held it in the palm of my hand. You didn't notice that's all."

"What is it?" I hurriedly pulled his hand away.Why didn't I notice that there was something in his hand just now.I slapped his fingers away, but saw nothing.

He explained: "It was written in the palm of my hand with my thoughts, not on paper. Let's go and find out if we can find Wang Gan's biological father."

I listened to his words, and the movement of pulling his fingers froze instantly.He is going to find Wang Gan's father, Wang Gan is a ghost, isn't Wang Gan's father a ghost? "Looking for a ghost?"

"Yes, if you dare not go, you can wait for me in the car."

I quickly puffed up my chest: "Why don't you dare, I've seen that face in the hotel, and I dare not even go to see a grave. Besides, it's in broad daylight, why don't you dare."

When I said this, it was indeed broad daylight, but when we really drove to the street, it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun began to slant, but the sunlight was still very strong, making the I didn't pay attention to the time at all.

The car stopped at the foot of a small hill. At the end of the street here, there are hawkers closing their stalls.After parking the car, we got out of the car and saw the old locust tree standing tall on the hillside.The locust tree looks really old, the bark is very old.

When walking towards that side, there happened to be a woman in her 60s and 35s and a man in her [-]s coming out from there.The woman could still be heard shouting: "It was agreed to be [-], you old man, why did you lose me five yuan?" Seeing us approaching, the woman shut up.

This kind of thing, tsk, I really don't know what to say.

After the two people walked past us, Zong Sheng said, "This kind of thing is very common in rural areas. There are 20 yuan, 30 yuan, and even five yuan."

"How do you know?" I said strangely.

He glared at me: "My grandfather and I lived in this small town for a while, and my grandfather helped a woman deal with things. That woman does this kind of thing. Generally, women who do this kind of thing don't have husbands. They went to the street when they were living in the street, and when they came home in the afternoon, no one would say anything. Even if everyone secretly knew what was going on, she didn’t have a husband, and she was too old to say anything. This is the case with AIDS among the elderly in rural areas spread."

I was a little embarrassed, but I heard him speak naturally, without embarrassment at all.It is estimated that when they encountered this kind of thing, they would deal with it in an official manner.

Zong Sheng stood in front of the old locust tree, patted the trunk, stretched out his hand and took out the incense. After lighting it, he stuck it on the side of the tree.

I looked up at the slanting sun in the sky, and asked, "At this time, the sun is still so high, is it useful for you to do this?"

"It's already unitary time, Yin Qi is beginning to replace Yang Qi, and the sun is setting. At this time, it's easy to see something. Take a closer look around."

I shrank my neck, how dare I look around now, this is a messy graveyard, if I really look around and let me see something I shouldn't see, wouldn't I be scaring myself?

The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became, and the more I felt the singing beside me, the singing was quite obvious.Who can sing on the mass graves?Listening to that singing voice, I don't want to be the kind of old woman sold here, but the voice of a young woman. If I just listen to the voice, I feel that it should be a young and beautiful woman.

I shrank my neck, pretending I didn't hear it.Zong Sheng put one hand on the tree trunk, and began to say to the tree: "I'm looking for Wang Gan's biological father. He should have been conceived near here. Wang Gan, horoscope..."

(End of this chapter)