Chapter 2: Pacing the Headless Chicken

"Who!"

The pillar was shocked and snapped to look ahead, only to realize that the place Meng Fan was pointing to was pitch black.

"Who's where?"

However, despite not being able to see anything, they could clearly sense that something was staring at them right there, and felt like their nerves were about to snap.

"Ka-ching!!!"

It was at this moment that a bolt of lightning, without warning, tore through the dark night sky, instantly illuminating the surroundings in white, and a bizarre silhouette suddenly appeared in front of their eyes!

Only to see that silhouette with his head lowered, standing abruptly at the place where the traffic light had just appeared, not moving at all.

Surrounded by a gust of wind, the sound of the wind as if a baby is crying, mixed with the sound of grass and trees undulating, listening to the heart trembling.

"Who the hell is pretending to be a ghost there, believe it or not I'll kill you!"

Pillar gripped the big wrench tightly and boldly yelled out, Meng Fan also touched a stone from the ground and raised it up to stare at the man in death.

"Sizzle."

The silhouette emitted an uncomfortable sound that seemed to be a smile or a laugh that came vaguely, suddenly, the silhouette violently raised its head, revealing a ghastly white face, with eyes that seemed to be two round black holes that were gurgling outward with black blood, and rushed at them with a sinister smile, and then slowly hid itself in the darkness.

"It s Zhang …… Zhang carpenter!"

The impression was so deep that the pillar saw the face of the figure and recognized it at once, pulling Meng Fan's arm and saying soulfully, "It's Zhang Carpenter ah, how can it be? Carpenter Zhang has already been buried! Or I shoveled the soil and built the grave!"

"Hurry!"

Things were weird, just in case they encountered something even weirder, Meng Fan no longer dared to linger here any longer, yanking up the pillar and running towards the car, just wanting to hurry back home and never go out again.

Pillar wasn't wrong, this time he came back at a bad time. If he had known this, even if he had to starve outside for a few days, he would have come back later.

Meng Fan's home was at the foot of Pig's Foot Mountain, in a place called Mengjiazhuang, there were only a hundred or ten families, and although it was called Mengjiazhuang, the strange thing was that only Meng Fan's family was of the Meng surname.

After arriving at the village, Meng Fan in order to show his apologies, want to give the column some more money to rent a car, but the column did not want, said together to play to the big brother, pulling the money on the far …… Meng Fan heart guilty, in the village in a burst of barking dogs, the spirit of a trance to the home of the yard to go ……

Although it was the middle of the night, Meng Fan's parents had not yet fallen asleep.

Their temples were already gray, and they were sitting in the dim light, waiting for their son who had returned from afar by the side of a square table.

On the square table was a long-cooled meal, meat and vegetables, full of a table, obviously carefully prepared for a long time. Even if it was cold, the aroma of the food was still strong, full of the flavor of family love.

They chatted about interesting stories from Meng Fan's childhood, and from time to time, warm smiles surfaced on their aged faces.

When they heard the sound of a pushing door ringing in the courtyard, the two old men joyfully stood up and welcomed them out.

"Back!"

Seeing the figure that they had been thinking about day and night, both of them laughed together.

"Little Fan, why did you come back just now, the rice is getting cold!"

Meng mother smiled and blamed Meng Fan, her gaze compassionate, as she snatched Meng Fan's luggage and handed it to Meng father, about to carry the rice to heat it up.

"Don't get busy, Mother."

Meng Fan forced himself to forget about the traffic light, squeezed out a smile, sat down at the square table, looked at the table full of dishes, his eyes lit up, pretended to be in a good mood and ate.

"Little Fan, why are you back so late?" Meng's father put his luggage away and sat down at the dining table, pouring two glasses of wine, his gaze concerned.

"The train was late, and the mountain roads were difficult to travel, so I was delayed a bit."

Meng Fan vaguely explained a couple of sentences, and wanted to inquire about Carpenter Zhang, but the words reached his mouth and swallowed, he was afraid that if he asked so abruptly, his parents would think too much.

Mountain villages are prone to bizarre things, for the ghosts and gods, the mountain fathers and mothers have a lot of faith, this kind of thing can not say it, not to say it.

Moreover, as a college student, some materialism, although he witnessed a strange scene on the road, but in the bottom of his heart still don't believe, don't believe that this thing can really make a big living man alive and dead.

In his opinion, the matter of Zhang carpenter's death should be a coincidence.

But why was there a traffic light?

Why did the originally dead carpenter Zhang suddenly appeared again?

He could not explain.

Under the weight of his thoughts, Meng Fan was sitting on pins and needles, but under the watchful eyes of his parents, he still pretended to be happy and accompanied his father to drink two or two glasses of wine, and then, on the pretext of being too tired, he hurriedly coped with a few sentences and returned to his house.

"Too evil, too evil!"

Lying on the thick bed, Meng Fan was unable to sleep, his mind was shrouded in a feeling of trepidation, feeling that his life was fading away little by little, and letting him be so weak that he didn't even have the strength to sleep.

"Is it the feeling of death?"

Meng Fan muttered as fear rose from his heart and filled the house with gloom.

The night was sleepless.

The next day, Meng Fan went to Pillar's house with a haggard look on his face, Pillar had encountered a red light and should die tomorrow if the curse was fulfilled. Meng Fan felt it was necessary for him to come and see how Pillar was doing.

"Pillar, what are you doing?"

As soon as he walked to the courtyard of Pillar's house, Meng Fan saw a horrifying scene, Pillar was holding a bloody kitchen knife in his hand, and the blade was dripping blood onto the ground.

"Killing chickens!"

Pillar shook off the blood on the knife, his face obviously a little dark.

"Finished killing?"

Meng Fan only saw the blood, but not the chicken.

"Nope."

Pillar lifted his chin and looked in a direction.

"Well ……"

Meng Fan's gaze condensed, and he saw a headless hen, the headless hen was standing in the distance pacing and walking, and blood was bubbling outward at the broken neck, which spilled all over the place, shocking to the eyes!

And the chopped off chicken's head has fallen to the ground, is a closed, blinking in horror!

The scene in front of him was exceptionally bizarre, and let people's hearts become uneasy.

"Chickens can live without their heads, but people will die without their heads."

It was said that chickens could live for a while after their heads were cut off, and this time, Meng Fan could really see it.

"Even chickens don't want to die, let alone us."

Pillar's tone was a little touchy-feely, and it was obvious that the matter of the traffic light had brought him a lot of pressure.

"What do you kill chickens for? Is there anything to it?"

Meng Qiang rubbed his temples, some heartbeat, looking for columns to kill chickens for what reason, do you want to use this to avoid the curse of the traffic light?

"Stew and eat." Pillar grinned at Meng Fan, "If I really die tomorrow, I can't be a starving ghost."

Meng Fan nodded with slight understanding, feeling that eating something delicious before dying was not a less meaningful thing to do. He rolled up his sleeves and helped Pillar catch the headless chicken, and by noon, the two of them were eating chicken and drinking wine.

"Pillar, I don't think there's anything going on between the two of us, the last time Zhang Carpenter died, maybe it was something else." Meng Fan picked up a cup of wine, his heart full of apologies, "I'm really sorry, and let you follow along with the fear, I toast you!"

"What are you talking about brother, I'm not driving to earn some money, dead is dead, it's none of your business." The pillar end wine a drink, "died just right, I just to the netherworld to see my parents died early, I am alone in the world strange boring, even a daughter-in-law can not find."

"Is there really a netherworld?" Meng Fan was skeptical about this matter, and always felt that the netherworld was made up by people out of nothing.

"You won't know when you die, if there really is a netherworld, I'll tell you in my dreams." Pillar tore a chicken leg and handed it to Meng Fan, and suddenly looked serious, "Meng Fan, if I really die, you burn a few good looking female paper figures for me and let me have a good time down there, that's my brother's last words."

"Hey!" Meng Fan laughed and cursed, advising Pillar not to get carried away, and hastily changed the subject.

It was only when they had been drinking until late afternoon that Meng Fan drunkenly stood up, intending to go home and sleep.

"Brother Meng Fan, I'm not joking with you, I've already felt it, I might not last until tomorrow."

Pillar gazed solemnly at Meng Fan's back and drank the rest of the wine in one go, then staggered on his feet and closed the door, went back to the house and kowtowed a few times at his parent's picture, then fell down drunk on the messy bed, his face white and miserable.

And at this time, if someone carefully observe, will find a trace if any black clouds, slowly fall from the air, forming a vortex, rotating and floating above the roof of the pillar home, seems to be drawing what ……

The next day, Meng Fan, who had been hungover all night, was woken up by his father.

"What's up, dad?" Meng Fan looked at his father's expression, vaguely uneasy.

"Pillar is dead." Meng's father said.

"What?!"

Meng Fan jumped up at the words, his heart shook and his scalp was about to explode!

"Hey!"

Meng father looked at Meng Fan, not knowing the reason for this, and sighed, a trace of disappointment that was hard to hide showing in his loving eyes.

Meng's father was a village doctor, his medical skills were average, but his medical ethics were excellent, he often traveled over the mountains to see people, rain or shine, although there were many patients, but the fees were meager, and his family was still poor.

Seeing that Meng Fan finished college, I thought there would be a decent job, shining lintel, but I can't imagine that he ended up carrying his luggage back to the village – this already says it all, I guess Meng Fan has no prospects in this life.

"The pillar was as strong as an ox, but he died when he said he would, the village chief said that the death was a bit strange, and let me go to the autopsy, so you should also go, and let me play a hand in the meantime, and when I get old and can't do it anymore, you'll just follow in your father's footsteps."

Meng's father finished, hobbling towards the house, bent on paving the way for his son's future.

"Pillar …… I can't apologize to you!"

"Wait for me, let's walk the Yellow Springs Road together!"

Meng Fan was in a trance, muttering, death like a hard stone, pressed on the soft heart, the soul followed his father towards the pillar's house ……